I wrote to Oprah Winfrey today -
Here is my Letter to her with regards to My AHA Moment of 2010
If you google Fire, 370 Stewart Avenue, Nanaimo, B.C. CANADA that fire was Me.
The fire started because the fellow that lived in the basement suite had had his medication changed 3 days previous and on the 3rd day, his "voices" told him to burn the house down.
I lost everything and I want to qualify everything. I watched my beloved Ragdoll kitty Meow-Meow literally go up in flames. As a flame was crawling up the wall, towards her favourite spot to sit on the windowsill, I did not even have time to reach forward and toss her out of the way of the flame. She went up in a puff of smoke literally.
As the house was 100 years old, it went up in 8 minutes. I did not save any of my stuff. My aha moment was that my stuff was so NOT important - I was with one thought SAVE MY BELOVED WHITE BOXER named Taz - He was my best friend, my cuddle buddy at the end of the day and the beginning of the day.
I had boxer memorabelia all over the place. I could not find him and went into the house 5X before I was sedated with valium.
I miss my buddy so very much, every minute of every day and my kitty Meow-Meow.
I would love to be blessed by the same 2 breeds once again. I miss them.
Due to lack of finances and now a deep depression, I can't replace them. I pray that one day I will get a Ragdoll kitty again and a male white boxer once again.
I miss Taz and Meow-Meow. I am a cutter and am having a hard time, believing that I was saved. Truthfully? I sat down in the house and hoped the roof would fall down on me and take me with my pets. It did not.
I hope Oprah or some Greater Power hears my plea to bless me with another set of cuteys as before.
AMEN
Here is my Letter to her with regards to My AHA Moment of 2010
If you google Fire, 370 Stewart Avenue, Nanaimo, B.C. CANADA that fire was Me.
The fire started because the fellow that lived in the basement suite had had his medication changed 3 days previous and on the 3rd day, his "voices" told him to burn the house down.
I lost everything and I want to qualify everything. I watched my beloved Ragdoll kitty Meow-Meow literally go up in flames. As a flame was crawling up the wall, towards her favourite spot to sit on the windowsill, I did not even have time to reach forward and toss her out of the way of the flame. She went up in a puff of smoke literally.
As the house was 100 years old, it went up in 8 minutes. I did not save any of my stuff. My aha moment was that my stuff was so NOT important - I was with one thought SAVE MY BELOVED WHITE BOXER named Taz - He was my best friend, my cuddle buddy at the end of the day and the beginning of the day.
I had boxer memorabelia all over the place. I could not find him and went into the house 5X before I was sedated with valium.
I miss my buddy so very much, every minute of every day and my kitty Meow-Meow.
I would love to be blessed by the same 2 breeds once again. I miss them.
Due to lack of finances and now a deep depression, I can't replace them. I pray that one day I will get a Ragdoll kitty again and a male white boxer once again.
I miss Taz and Meow-Meow. I am a cutter and am having a hard time, believing that I was saved. Truthfully? I sat down in the house and hoped the roof would fall down on me and take me with my pets. It did not.
I hope Oprah or some Greater Power hears my plea to bless me with another set of cuteys as before.
AMEN
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