10.23.2020

October 22, 2020

 

White Dog and the entire White Dog Army were huddled together. WD looked up in frustration. "Momma we are trying to write a letter to Asta and Charly but paws are not good at this task. Can you help us?"

Asta and Charly are very dear terrier friends who live in Budapest. Asta and White Dog go way back and we have known Charly since he found his forever home with the family. Of course, I would help, I told them. "Can we make it a blog?" White Dog asked. "I want to be sure they see it; their life is a bit overturned right now."

"Dearest Asta and Charly," they began. ""And maybe we should mention their mommi and daddi, too," Bella suggested.

Dear Asta, Charly, Ami and George, 

When we heard how very sick Daddi is, we all wanted to hop on a plane and fly to your rescue but flying is not safe, momma says, and we would have to quarantine when we arrived.

Then we thought we would cook up lots of meals and send them so you would not need to fuss but would still eat well. Our Dad is a great cook and Roman is an excellent helper. Bailey said that the food would be cold and icky by the time it got there and if Bai says it will be no good, you had better believe it. Besides, Tizenegy thinks that Hungarian pups might not like American food like tacos, or stirfry, or rigatoni, or goulash. 

Opal wanted to send a thousand stuffies to hold and cuddle to provide comfort and reassurance but Momma was pretty sure we did not have a mailing box big enough to hold one thousand toys.

We know you must all be very scared and worried about your Daddi. He is very sick. We too, are fearful because nobody seems to know much about this COVID sickness. There seems to be a lot of counting on belief, and love, and prayers to provide healing. We know about the amazing power of love here in the White Dog Army. And we know hundreds of paws and hands are clasped together to wrap your family in a shield of love. It is powerful medicine. 

We want you all to know that White Dogs are powerful Spirit Animals in the culture of our place. We are messengers between people and the gods. And we all, even the darkest White Ones, even the White Ones over the Bridge, are making sure your Daddi's need to get well so he can go home are heard.  Zsofia has organized a special time tonight to sit on the deck and watch the meteors...actually not to watch but to send our strength and support tied to their tails and to direct them to you all. And we are going to ask everyone who reads this letter to do the same. Look for hundreds of messages of love and hope in the sparkling night.

Time and love. We believe.

Your caring friends.

Siku Marie, Bella, Zsofia, Opal, Bailey, Roman and Tizenegy...and momma and dad.

1 comment:

Random Felines said...

Sending them lots of purrs from here