Tag: Dogs

Letting Go Should Be Easy

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Jernee’s last days

I will miss this sweet face. She means the entire world to me.

Jernee has a vet visit for Friday, September 12, 2025, at 0900. The first thing we will discuss is end-of-life options, and I’m preparing myself for that date to be her last with me.

Letting go should be easy, but I can tell you with 100% certainty that it is not. However, I won’t prolong the inevitable.

These next few weeks are going to try my patience due to Jernee’s decline, but I am going to do everything in my power to make sure she has the best last days on God’s green earth.

I may not have the mental wherewithal to respond to comments, but I will leave them on, and I thank you for any warm wishes, peaceful thoughts, and words of wisdom in advance.

Peace and blessings.

It’s 10,000° Outside!

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The things we do for our pets

A short walk with The Little Monster today.

Honey Bunnies, I’m not one for the heat! I cannot stand it! I’d rather be relaxing in the air-conditioned spaces I frequent (i.e., my living room or bedroom), instead of taking Jernee Timid out for a walk when it’s Devil Weather!

This is NOT my calling. However, I do love my baby, and I’d do anything for her, but I’m going to need her to pick up the pace when it’s hotter than the corns on the Devil’s toes outside.

How are y’all surviving the heat this year?! Stay hydrated. Stay cool. Stay indoors as much as you can.

I am truly looking forward to the cool down headed our way!

Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?

I recently signed up to write on Substack as well. Poking the Bear’s Belly for Fun is a place of healing as I speak about the most recent events with my place of employment, as it pertains to racism and discrimination. I welcome your visit.

Photos From This Past Weekend

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I visited my cousin in the hospital; he’s still waiting for a heart. I don’t like hospitals; they give me the heebie-jeebies. But I love him, so I’ll keep visiting him until I don’t have to. I was most uncomfortable in that chair. Saturday, June 07, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
One of the pools here at my place. It was a dreary Saturday, so no one ventured out until much later. Saturday, June 07, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
If she does nothing else, she’s going to sleep. Believe THAT! Sunday, June 08, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Sunday morning workout. I was feeling rather out of it, but it needed to get done. Sunday, June 08, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine. Loadholt
I worked up a good sweat. Sunday morning workout, 2. Sunday, June 08, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Pastor Philip Anthony Mitchell of 2819 Church. He was exclaiming a key point in Matthew 23:11. I couldn’t miss his expressiveness. Sunday, June 08, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Because I am a H U G E fan of the first The Accountant movie, I watched The Accountant 2, and I loved it. It’s not as good as the first one to me, but it is DEF worth watching. I’ll watch it again this weekend, simply because I love Braxton, and it’s most interesting noticing some of the same quirks I have and do depicted in the main character, Christian Wolff. Sunday, June 08, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Sunday dinner main dish: Tuna Casserole. Sunday, June 08, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Ladholt
Sunday dinner: Tuna casserole, turnip greens with Roma tomatoes & onions. Strawberry Lemonade was the drink of choice. Sunday, June 08, 2025. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

The weekend has always been my favorite time to run errands, wind down, relax, be creative, and cook. I also love visiting family and loving on those who I love dearly. It was yet another great weekend, and I am thankful for this. Here’s hoping all of you will have an amazing week ahead!

Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?

I recently signed up to write on Substack as well. Poking the Bear’s Belly for Fun is a place of healing as I speak about the most recent events with my place of employment as it pertains to racism and discrimination. I welcome your visit.

the unmother

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AI-Generated Image: A young, Black woman holding her puppy up in the air while smiling. She is wearing a dark pink top, has curly hair, and in the background, a faint image of a yellow house is visible. The dog is a tan color with a black snout and sweet eyes.

to be a fur baby’s mom
takes everything the body
doesn’t willingly give

you sacrifice bits of yourself
you never thought you
would–you live a different
life than what you’ve
ever known,

and the four-legged
creature who looks to
you as his world only
sees love and loyalty.

some will say your
mothering isn’t real.
others will tell you,
“it’s just a dog,” but
what they will never know

is the unfailing, unconditional
love that merges the two
of you together . . .
glue that cannot be
undone.

and it’s the most
indescribable beauty of God–
possessed and shared
with us.

I wrote this poem a few days ago for the crush’s daughter, who is now a fur baby mom. At the tender age of 19 years old, she has a companion who will love her like no other living and breathing being ever will. I am so happy for and proud of her!

Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?

I recently signed up to write on Substack as well. Poking the Bear’s Belly for Fun is a place of healing as I speak about the most recent events with my place of employment as it pertains to racism and discrimination. I welcome your visit.

a permanent safe space for the codependent

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the dog follows me
everywhere I turn.
there’s one entrance,
one exit. she thinks
her safe space is
on the brink of
busting through the
walls to leave her
behind.

I have nowhere to go
that will not include
her unless it’s her
spirit I plan to carry
when she’s long
gone.

perhaps that is
tomorrow, maybe
four months from
now, or it could be
a year later, but her
safe space is still
safely planted until
SHE is not.

I am kind of sticking to these daily blurbs of poetic thoughts via Substack notes. More than likely, I’ll keep sharing them here.

Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?

I recently signed up to write on Substack as well. Poking the Bear’s Belly for Fun is a place of healing as I speak about the most recent events with my place of employment as it pertains to racism and discrimination. I welcome your visit.

the dog and the sandman

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the dog is dead
to the world.
this kind of sleep
is what I used to have
before the change,
before the crush.

there’s too much worry
in my bones – too much
brokenness. I am
whole-body ache in
need of a salve that’s evergreen.
who will deliver?

Wednesday is just
another day that my
body confuses with
Thursday, and the mind
battles with it – warring
with an enemy who
has an army of an
undisclosed amount.

I am stuck in the middle.
the dog is still dead
to the world.
she didn’t raise her head
or bat an eye.
the sandman who visits
her is clearly not the
one who will beat down
my door tonight.