Monday, November 16, 2009
TO MY TRUE FRIENDS
ANGEL SHADE
As you traverse the mysteries of life
Battling all storms and weathering all strife,
God is watchin,Silent but Certain
And just when your energy seems to fade
He sends you an angel to give you some shade
So you stop and feel a cool breeze
Exhausted you lay down,desperate for reprieve.
Sleep a good sleep,little one
I am your shade
Tomorrow you wake and run the good race
Find me at the next stop,praying for your grace
Healing you bring to my my sorrowed soul
Never doubt in my life you have an important place
Have faith in yourself,you were born to dare
my conviction is stoic,
You are my angel,true friend and so very rare.......
By Pearl Misquita
Monday, October 5, 2009
MIMO's MIRACLE
Sunanda and Albert had just returned from a working holiday in Thailand
However this was to be the start of a heart wrenching saga of sorrow and pain as that very night tragedy struck and Chhutku passed away before the sun rose.
Although grief stricken Sunanda and Albert fortified themselves with concern for their remaining pet Mimo.While vets were unable to confirm the true cause of Chhutku’s fatal sickness, it seemed that the next victim was Mimo.
She too began to exhibit signs of some disease and she began suffering from spasms and uncontrollable twitching of the limbs.
The vet made a home visit and administered an anti-rabies vaccine. However this seemed to make Mimo’s condition even worse and they rushed her to the local animal hospital.
Insensitive as it may seem the attending vet asked Albert to take Mimo away from his clinic as he felt she had contracted CDV and this could pose a potential threat to any other of his canine patients.
Albert and Sunanda made a conscious decision that they were going to give Mimo the best medical treatment that they could find.
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By now she was completely immobilized as the virus had damaged her nervous system to such an extent that she lost the use of her legs and lay still for months together, only the twitching continued. As is the case when a person is bed ridden Mimo developed painful bed sores and Sunanda would turn her over every few hours, all the while cleaning her and talking to Mimo. With her eyes Mimo would respond to every sound which remarkably never lost their spark clearly indicating that she was not ready to give up and had a lot of run left in her. Through all of this she maintained a healthy appetite, while her fleshless out ward appearance belied the fact that she had a strong will to live.
As time progressed and she seemed suspended in this condition Albert took it upon himself to find out as much as he could about this debilitating disease.
He scoured through countless websites and sent out mails to vets and canine experts to all parts of the world in search of some course of action or cure for his Mimo. This continued for almost three months and more often than not the feed back he got was mostly negative. It seemed that his efforts were in vain and while they carried on with their daily lives juggling their business and home, all the while hoping against hope that each new day would bring some good news their way.
Close friends and family expressed themselves by either pitying Mimo or advising the couple to comply with the expert’s advice and euthanize Mimo. But Albert was against this and replied “If I have not given life to Mimo, then who am I to take it from her”. And while Sunanda understood the sentiments of well-wishers, as a wife she fully supported Albert and his selfless mission to save Mimo.
Then one day Albert came across Dr.Pitcairn, a leading and well renowned animal vet.
He replied to Albert’s mail and advised him to refer to the book he had written.This proved to be the turning point and Mimo story went from one of despair to hope.
If left up to Albert he would have flown the doctor down on the first available flight, but since Dr. Pitcairn was no longer practicing he sent Albert a copy of his guide.
( Dr.Pitcairn’s Complete Guide to Natural Health For Dogs and Cats).
This book is now considered a bible in the Belafoe house hold as the prescribed treatment worked wonders for Mimo .Allopathic measures had little or no effect and Albert began treating Mimo with Miso soup,doses of quinine,vitamin B& C.It’s been almost two years since Mimo got sick but she is back on her feet and has maintained her position as alpha dog in the homestead. The homeopathic treatment has worked wonders and Albert remembers the day she walked again, He cried like a baby oblivious to the presence of guests.
All is well with this brave and spirited family who against all odds chose the long and un-trodden path and emerged victorious against an otherwise killer disease.
The combination of unwavering faith in each other and a commitment far superior than any human can fathom, saw them through the darkest of nights and brought back to them the natural beauty of life. They brought in the year 2009 with a grand party and according to reports Mimo was quite the belle of the ball.
Mimo is now all over the place as normal as ever in spite of the fact that her legs still give way and she has lost sight in her left eye, there’s no stopping her now. She gives Sushi and Kaali an equal run for the bone and thotoughly enjoys her weekly Neem baths with the same joie de vivre as a canine Cleopatra .After all she is getting back her coat of hair and deserves all the pampering in the world!!!!!!!!!!!.
This story has a simple lesson:
Miracles do happen, only if the effort involves infinite love, faith and conviction and the spirit of a dog called Mimo.
However this was to be the start of a heart wrenching saga of sorrow and pain as that very night tragedy struck and Chhutku passed away before the sun rose.
Although grief stricken Sunanda and Albert fortified themselves with concern for their remaining pet Mimo.While vets were unable to confirm the true cause of Chhutku’s fatal sickness, it seemed that the next victim was Mimo.
She too began to exhibit signs of some disease and she began suffering from spasms and uncontrollable twitching of the limbs.
The vet made a home visit and administered an anti-rabies vaccine. However this seemed to make Mimo’s condition even worse and they rushed her to the local animal hospital.
Insensitive as it may seem the attending vet asked Albert to take Mimo away from his clinic as he felt she had contracted CDV and this could pose a potential threat to any other of his canine patients.
Albert and Sunanda made a conscious decision that they were going to give Mimo the best medical treatment that they could find.
The
By now she was completely immobilized as the virus had damaged her nervous system to such an extent that she lost the use of her legs and lay still for months together, only the twitching continued. As is the case when a person is bed ridden Mimo developed painful bed sores and Sunanda would turn her over every few hours, all the while cleaning her and talking to Mimo. With her eyes Mimo would respond to every sound which remarkably never lost their spark clearly indicating that she was not ready to give up and had a lot of run left in her. Through all of this she maintained a healthy appetite, while her fleshless out ward appearance belied the fact that she had a strong will to live.
As time progressed and she seemed suspended in this condition Albert took it upon himself to find out as much as he could about this debilitating disease.
He scoured through countless websites and sent out mails to vets and canine experts to all parts of the world in search of some course of action or cure for his Mimo. This continued for almost three months and more often than not the feed back he got was mostly negative. It seemed that his efforts were in vain and while they carried on with their daily lives juggling their business and home, all the while hoping against hope that each new day would bring some good news their way.
Close friends and family expressed themselves by either pitying Mimo or advising the couple to comply with the expert’s advice and euthanize Mimo. But Albert was against this and replied “If I have not given life to Mimo, then who am I to take it from her”. And while Sunanda understood the sentiments of well-wishers, as a wife she fully supported Albert and his selfless mission to save Mimo.
Then one day Albert came across Dr.Pitcairn, a leading and well renowned animal vet.
He replied to Albert’s mail and advised him to refer to the book he had written.This proved to be the turning point and Mimo story went from one of despair to hope.
If left up to Albert he would have flown the doctor down on the first available flight, but since Dr. Pitcairn was no longer practicing he sent Albert a copy of his guide.
( Dr.Pitcairn’s Complete Guide to Natural Health For Dogs and Cats).
This book is now considered a bible in the Belafoe house hold as the prescribed treatment worked wonders for Mimo .Allopathic measures had little or no effect and Albert began treating Mimo with Miso soup,doses of quinine,vitamin B& C.It’s been almost two years since Mimo got sick but she is back on her feet and has maintained her position as alpha dog in the homestead. The homeopathic treatment has worked wonders and Albert remembers the day she walked again, He cried like a baby oblivious to the presence of guests.
All is well with this brave and spirited family who against all odds chose the long and un-trodden path and emerged victorious against an otherwise killer disease.
The combination of unwavering faith in each other and a commitment far superior than any human can fathom, saw them through the darkest of nights and brought back to them the natural beauty of life. They brought in the year 2009 with a grand party and according to reports Mimo was quite the belle of the ball.
Mimo is now all over the place as normal as ever in spite of the fact that her legs still give way and she has lost sight in her left eye, there’s no stopping her now. She gives Sushi and Kaali an equal run for the bone and thotoughly enjoys her weekly Neem baths with the same joie de vivre as a canine Cleopatra .After all she is getting back her coat of hair and deserves all the pampering in the world!!!!!!!!!!!.
This story has a simple lesson:
Miracles do happen, only if the effort involves infinite love, faith and conviction and the spirit of a dog called Mimo.
Friday, May 22, 2009
DADDY'S GIRL
Its been fifteen year's since my daddy passed away...and last night a friend of mine made a statement that triggered off this post.
He said " Pearl I know that your dad is watching over you!" and it hit me that it is so true....so here is a little story from my childhood that always gives me strength surge full steam ahead when the odds are against me.
I was diagnosed with Rheumatic fever at the age of seven and it was very traumatic for my parents.They spent days and nights keeping the fever under control with eu de cologne swabs and changing my clothes every few hours.My joints would swell up and I was completely bedridden.At one stage the doctors told my parents that there was not much they could do and my mom broke down thinking she was going to lose me.All I could think about was Sports Day which was round the corner and I was completely frustrated at not being able to take part that year.So the daily visits to the hospital with my dad continued and so did the horrible medication.
One of these tablets had to be soaked in water and it would dissolve into a concoction that looked and tasted like milk sour.But dad would sit in front of me and coax me gently to swallow the stuff cause it would make me better.And so I shut my eyes,held my dad's hand and downed the horrid stuff.Believe me it was awful and I had a tough time keeping it down,but i knew that these medicines were expensive and it would not be fair if I wasted any of it.
By the time Sports Day arrived I was still sick and too swollen up to even walk to the loo. But mum and dad had to leave me with my maid as my little brother was running too and they had to be there for him.My sickness had left him pretty neglected and this was an important day for him too.So there I was with my maid and I could hear all the announcements from the field.
Am known to be very stubborn and there was no way i was not gonn make my daddy proud ....so i managed to hobble on to the start and took up my position......my feet were splitting thru my spikes..but all I could see at the finish was a figure 100 meters away,in a checked shirt and long sideburns (was it Tony Curtis)....no..it was my daddy..and the gun went off....I sped thru like a bullet....cutting thru line...head first and straight into his strong brown hands.....I looked at him with a smile as long as the race I had run.....I saw the glisten on his face....yes my daddy cried tooo....but dats coz I was his brave and spunky little girl.....
I still am and will alway be....only this time its my face that sparkles with happy teardrops as I know that I have a father that taught me well and left me with all the most valuable lessons in life....and he is still watchin over me....
Love you daddy!!!!!!
p.s I won the that race..and was carried like a star on the the podium...by my rockstar dad!!!!!
He said " Pearl I know that your dad is watching over you!" and it hit me that it is so true....so here is a little story from my childhood that always gives me strength surge full steam ahead when the odds are against me.
I was diagnosed with Rheumatic fever at the age of seven and it was very traumatic for my parents.They spent days and nights keeping the fever under control with eu de cologne swabs and changing my clothes every few hours.My joints would swell up and I was completely bedridden.At one stage the doctors told my parents that there was not much they could do and my mom broke down thinking she was going to lose me.All I could think about was Sports Day which was round the corner and I was completely frustrated at not being able to take part that year.So the daily visits to the hospital with my dad continued and so did the horrible medication.
One of these tablets had to be soaked in water and it would dissolve into a concoction that looked and tasted like milk sour.But dad would sit in front of me and coax me gently to swallow the stuff cause it would make me better.And so I shut my eyes,held my dad's hand and downed the horrid stuff.Believe me it was awful and I had a tough time keeping it down,but i knew that these medicines were expensive and it would not be fair if I wasted any of it.
By the time Sports Day arrived I was still sick and too swollen up to even walk to the loo. But mum and dad had to leave me with my maid as my little brother was running too and they had to be there for him.My sickness had left him pretty neglected and this was an important day for him too.So there I was with my maid and I could hear all the announcements from the field.
Am known to be very stubborn and there was no way i was not gonn make my daddy proud ....so i managed to hobble on to the start and took up my position......my feet were splitting thru my spikes..but all I could see at the finish was a figure 100 meters away,in a checked shirt and long sideburns (was it Tony Curtis)....no..it was my daddy..and the gun went off....I sped thru like a bullet....cutting thru line...head first and straight into his strong brown hands.....I looked at him with a smile as long as the race I had run.....I saw the glisten on his face....yes my daddy cried tooo....but dats coz I was his brave and spunky little girl.....
I still am and will alway be....only this time its my face that sparkles with happy teardrops as I know that I have a father that taught me well and left me with all the most valuable lessons in life....and he is still watchin over me....
Love you daddy!!!!!!
p.s I won the that race..and was carried like a star on the the podium...by my rockstar dad!!!!!
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
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