I was going through some of my old writing and I found a piece I wrote in 2009 shortly after I realized this amazing spirit was leading me down a path I had no idea was even there ....
I haven't been able to write much lately. I think there's a part of me that's afraid to be with the grief, the pain and the thought of some day waking up and not having Ahnung with me; of laying on the couch and wanting to fall asleep to the rhythmic and soothing snores of Ahnung ... to look for the tail wag, that constant tail wag that lifts my spirit in an instant. I have been focused on enjoying every day, every moment ... yet I know that writing for me will allow me to honor that part of me that hurts. I know I must celebrate both ... her amazing life and also the fear and pain that can sometimes immobilize me ... when I am ready, I will write again.
This morning I share with you a piece I wrote in 2009, "Healing Wounded Spirits"
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Healing Wounded Spirits
I am standing in front of a
classroom of 9th graders, comprised of at-risk youth of a school in St. Paul, Minnesota. Next to me is my dog Ahnung, a 3 year old, mixed
breed rescue dog. I share with the students how my journey led me here; how
grief, loss and pain led me to follow my heart and to find comfort in giving
back by volunteering and helping abandoned, abused and neglected animals.
On September 15th, 2006 I lost my beloved
collie-shepherd mix Shen to cancer of the spleen. It was a spring-like Friday
afternoon when the vet at University of Minnesota called me at home. I had just
arrived home after spending the entire morning and early afternoon at the
animal hospital pacing the floors while Shen was in surgery: “There’s not much
you can do. You only live 10 minutes from here. I will call you when you can
come back and see Shen.” I left not
realizing it would be my last time to see her soulful eyes gazing up at me. The
caller ID on our phone says ‘Univ of MN”. My heart skips a beat as I pick up
the receiver of the phone. On the other end, the calm voice of the doctor says,
“I’m sorry. Shen’s cancer is far worse than we had suspected. It has spread
throughout her body. She will need another blood transfusion.” Hours earlier, consumed with tears, I
desperately tell the doctors to save Shen’s life at all cost. Letting go was simply not an option. Not
then. But how many transfusions would I put her through? How far would I go to
save her when the doctor had told me “anything we do is palliative. She is
dying – it’s a question of how long.” As the doctor asked for my permission to
allow for another blood transfusion, I felt Shen’s spirit take over me, and as
I took a deep breath in, I could hear her say, “it’s time.”
I don’t know why and I don’t know how. Somehow I felt a
calm acceptance permeate my body as I said to the vet, “No. No more
transfusions. It’s time to let her go.”
I rushed back to the University of Minnesota. As the doctor gently administered the lethal
dose of a drug that would stop Shen’s heart from beating, I held her paw. The doctor, with her right hand clasping the
diaphragm of the stethoscope placed gently against Shen’s chest, made eye
contact with me. Slowly and deliberately, she nodded. Shen was gone. The
floodgate of tears burst wide open as I felt Shen ripped from me. Calm
acceptance – where did calm acceptance go? I was angry – angry at the injustice
of it all. I was angry my beloved Shen was ripped from my life and from my
heart so quickly. Anger and pain consumed me. I wanted to scream, I wanted to
curse anything and everything, yet all I could do was bury my face in her now
lifeless body. The cloud of anger was so thick I couldn’t feel Shen’s spirit
hovering over her body, hovering over me.
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| Shen |
I pause and look out at the kids in the classroom. “Have
you ever felt so angry? Have you ever felt so much pain you didn’t know what to
do with it? Have you ever felt like kicking and screaming because something
horrible happened and you don’t understand why? And you don’t think it’s fair?
Where do you turn? Where can you find comfort? That afternoon I felt so lost.
I continue my
story. Eight days later I begin fostering a dog through Pet Haven – a 2 year
old black/pit bull mix named Missy who had spent 8 months in a shelter in rural
Iowa. Missy has since become a permanent member of our family. In less than a
year, after the loss of our second dog Shadow, also to cancer, we welcomed into
our family another big black dog, Mister, who was found in a ditch in rural Iowa
with two of his littermates. And two and a half years later I have immersed
myself in animal welfare volunteer work. Giving back and helping abandoned,
abused and neglected animals was what I needed to help me move through the
grief of losing Shen. For the first time, I felt so alive. My life had purpose
and meaning. I was making a difference. I was healing and finding comfort and
learning from the loving, giving, forgiving and resilient natures of these
furry beings.
“So is Ahnung your dog too?”, asks one of the kids.
“Yes. She wasn’t planned. I met her in October 2008 at
Red Lake Rosie’s Rescue on the west boundary of Red Lake reservation. She was
abandoned with her litter of eight puppies. I remember seeing her in her
outdoor kennel, metal bars criss-crossed in front of her face as I pointed my
camera towards her. She was nursing her
puppies and her nipples were full and almost touching the ground. She looked
worn down and haggard. She weighed almost 70 pounds – a solid black dog with
unique white markings: one white front paw, patches of white on her face, a
white chest and a black tail with a white tip, as if someone had dipped her
tail in white paint. Her tail has a curl of a husky. Her face and body type are
bull doggish and pit bull-like. Her wrinkles and heavy coat scream shar pei.
So why this one dog? There were many other dogs in the
shelter – in their outdoor kennels and others running around. There was
something about her eyes – was it sadness, was it wisdom, was it acceptance?
There was something about the way she looked at me, something about the way her
piercing eyes looked right through me. She has a story. She has a purpose. That
“something” brought me back one month later to bring her into Pet Haven’s
foster program. She arrived testing positive for heartworm, lymes disease and
coccidia. We soon learn she has a pellet in one of her nipples, having survived
a gunshot wound. She has no front teeth as she has ground it all down. Her
rescuer, Karen Good of Red Lake Rosie’s Rescue says many of the pups she
rescues have ground down teeth as they struggle to find food and eat dirt and
gravel in search of food. Whatever the case, Ahnung’s first 3 years were hard
and full of struggles. Her body holds the scars of her past. Her spirit only
knows how to live in the present moment.
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| Ahnung .. wise old spirit in a 7 year old body :) |
Ahnung’s rescuer Karen initially gave her a temporary
name of “Mama”. Aware of the bond that had formed, she asked me to name her. I
chose “Ahnung” because I wanted something to represent and honor her roots and
the hope she embodies. Ahnung means “star” in ojibway, the language of the Red
Lake Band of Chippewa Indians. I officially adopted Ahnung on January 3rd,
2009. She is my north star. She is hope in the midst of darkness. Her calm,
confident and wise presence provides guidance when life seems unbearable. She
is reminder of how goodness prevails in the end.
As I look at a room of seven kids intent on hearing my
story and Ahnung’s story I realize that the light shining from Ahnung’s star is
so much brighter than I even imagined. These kids are deemed “at-risk”. These
kids, like Ahnung, have been tossed aside. I look out at the room and I see one
of the kids on the floor next to Ahnung petting her and rubbing her belly. He
smiles, “man … this dog is loved. I can tell this dog is loved.” I later learn
that this young kid had not been engaged in class for the past week and for the
first time came alive in class. I would never have known.
We need to build bridges to our youth. We need a kind,
gentle and compassionate way to chisel away at walls built over years of abuse
or neglect. I believe animals can be that bridge.
In mid October when I first laid eyes on Ahnung little
did I know she would be instrumental in lighting up the night skies for urban
at-risk youth with the brilliance of her star. Her work is just beginning as
she heals wounded spirits and gives hope to so many. I tell these kids, when
something bad happens and something hurts so badly, I want them to close their
eyes and imagine Ahnung. She is the north star for all of us. I want them to
hold onto her tightly and trust that she will guide them out of the darkness
back into the light. I want them to feel Ahnung’s calm and loving presence. And
I want them to know they are not alone.
The young boy grins again and says “man … this dog is loved. This dog is really loved.”
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