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several months ago
when I was feeling at an all time personal low

I was
on the interwebz
as usual
trying to distract myself

I was looking at other chihuahuas
to see if they were like Pixie
or not

and
I stumbled across
a FB page
called “Love for Mia (cleft palate chihuahua)”

the page is dedicated
to a 1.5lb chi
born with a cleft palate
that everyone suggested
should be put down
at birth

along comes Sue
she and her husband
felt that even though
Mia couldn’t feed herself
and would need constant
hands on care
she still deserved a life

so they adopted her
and loved her
and traveled with her

a couple of vets tried to
repair her mouth
but it wasn’t fixed
in a manner
that lasted

maybe
she was just too small

over the months I’ve watched
Sue and Mia’s escapades
I guess I’ve become
kind of attached…

like apparently 7000+
other FB fans
I liked what a positive message
Mia and Sue were sending animal lovers
cos I’m a sap like that eh?

Mia traveled to exotic places
with Sue
she also went to restaurants
on planes
and for groceries
Sue posted pictures of Mia
and videos of her playing
and she fed Mia by tube
in her chest
5 times a day…
that’s commitment.

Mia and Sue were inseparable
in a way that only a true
dog lover will understand.

On Wednesday
Mia passed away.

she didn’t suffer long
Sue wouldn’t allow it
she was at the vet’s
due to an infection

her breathing
(which was always iffy)
got worse
and when the prognosis
got to the stage
where there should
a decision made
Sue
with all of her love
for Mia intact
took her home
and allowed her to die
with dignity in her arms.

I have been strangely affected by this
this death
of a wee dog
that I’d not ever met

there’s been
a real sadness
for me
since I read the news

and I’m quite surprised
and how strongly
I’ve been affected

I can’t help but think
what a wonderful thing it was
for Mia to have a life
that affected so many of us
positively…

when truly?
at birth?
they wanted to euthanize her.

What a blessing Mia was
from afar
and how very helpful
it was for me
to watch Mia
and stop worrying about myself!

R.I.P little one
I’ll see you someday
over the Rainbow Bridge.

Remember the good old days?

Remember when we were young and full of piss n vinegar and could ride for days on end, with no aches and pains? No Ibuprofen or Geritol? No tent or trailer?  Everyone slept on the ground…and you never really knew what was in that burger you just ate?

Remember when motorcycling events were a day long or a month long and you didn’t care if you lost your job…you just had to ride? And riding to find “like minded” individuals wasn’t your mantra…it was finding the real brothers and sisters of the road?

Remember when you could head out on the highway and be the only soul riding for days…back and forth across the continent…just man/woman and machine?

Remember when motorcycling events were just motorcycle access only…not RV’s, trucks, cars and even few tents, dogs, cats, birds, children and the babysitter?  When ya slept under a tarp beside your bike, or worst case scenario…under the picnic table?

Remember when event shirts were thin and not meant to last 25 years?

Remember when you’d climb on…just a tooth brush and your wallet and head for points unknown, no plans, no agenda, no rules?  When motorcycle riders were bikers not enthusiasts? When you didn’t have to explain the concept of “give respect/get respect”? And god forbid everyone and their pet cat didn’t declare themselves “old school”?

Remember when you attended Sturgis and got lost exploring roads on the way home? And when ya broke down you weren’t 6 days waiting for parts cos all ya really needed to do was pull that master link offa your belt?

Remember when your family found out were you’d been last week cos that’s where the package of dirty laundry that arrived in the post was from?

Do you remember when music was good old fashioned rock and roll and didn’t involve an urban dictionary in words you knew, covering sentiments you understood and loved?

Do you remember when the only guys who wore their pants with their waist bands somewhere around the knees were legitimate plumbers or competition level beer drinkers?

Do you really remember Old School?

I do!

I originally wrote this post as a flyer for a rally friends were trying to have…it fell thru but the sentiment is still there.