Hello Dear Friends of

Ano-Hou (answer to a prayer) Life Enhancement!

Very unexpectedly, a beloved family member transitioned into Spirit this past week.

Micaleen, was our last surviving Arctic rescue from our years up in Frobisher Bay (Iqaluit). Some irresponsible, loopy crackpot up there had the notion to create a ‘Super Guard Dog’ by breeding a Rottweiler with one of the massive Nordic Innuit Dogs chained to the pack ice.

Micaleen, better known to this list as “The Gargantuan, Wiggling Earred, Tan, Barrel-shaped, Innuit Hipootoomoose” from Champ’s Serengeti adventures, was in fact, the sweetest, funniest, most kind and most ‘human-loving’ of our entire pack…(including Tom & me)

We often called her the ‘Walmart Greeter’ as she was the first to offer a warm welcome to any human who had gotten the green light to enter the Inner Sanctum, after thorough ‘body (& mind) inspection’ by the front line German Shepherds and India, our sabre-nosed, psychic, alien Greyhound.

Her unbridled love of humans always amazed me, as I rescued her when she was a puppy from an Innuit boy who was amusing himself by swinging her by her back leg around his head and smashing her to the ground when I called out to him from the police cruiser. She was only 5 weeks old.

Somehow, she not only survived, but soon thrived and her joi de vivre and comic genius blessed our family every, single day of her life. It didn’t matter how tough life was getting at times, Micaleen, or ‘Schmooopy’ as we affectionately call her, had the power to have us instantly ‘change state’. Uplifted and laughing in no time, her little nub of a tail wiggling and waggling in glee when she knew her antics had accomplished the job…

She was also the family ‘cop’… If some of the fur kids started to get a little out of hand with each other, Moopy would hurl her body in between them and break it up before ‘it’ would have much of a chance to start… Madly wiggling that little nub and ‘licky-licky’ing’ everybody’s faces, sticking it in their ear’s and up their noses, her huge tongue blinding them, while squirming in between, under and over every- body involved… 115 pounds of pure *distraction,* who could remember what the fight was about?!?!?!!?

She enjoyed a healthy appetite and abundant health all of her life, though in later years, lipomas became an issue. (Rottie’s tend to be predisposed to this I learned) She was species appropriate fed with a natural raw diet and every meal you placed in front of her was received as though you were Julia Child and this was the first meal Moopy ever tasted…

She loved oranges and apples and indeed enjoyed a ’secret code’ with her Onkel Christoph when he visited, where she would osmosis him every evening, and he would immediately get up and peel and quarter them for her.

But Carrots were her ‘Crack-Cocaine’… I can’t even describe how cute it was to see this tiny puppy up in the arctic go crazy-happy when presented with a carrot! She continued to love to eat them with that same ebullience all of her life.

We called her ‘our Baby’ even though Onyx came after her…

Our sweet, adorable, little happy baby, Micaleen…

She looked the way she has a thousand times while dreaming of ‘chasing rabbits’…

But it was a small seizure….

Cradled in the arms of Tom, Onkel Christoph and me, Micaleen peacefully transitioned into Spirit on the Full Moon.

It was a miracle that kid was doing what he was doing to her the very moment I pulled up in the police cruiser that day so long ago… A moment earlier, a moment later and I would have missed the whole thing, never seeing that tiny ball of Innuit fur that sooooo enriched our lives…

It was a miracle that she survived what he had done to her…

It was a miracle that my Shepherds accepted her into their pack…

It was a miracle that in her later years, she accepted Champ & Star into her pack…

Her attitude and life’s Motto, “Always Carrots/Always Happy,” to me, was an inspirational miracle...

But then, she just had a way of creating miracles all around her… We thank her so, for sharing the miracle of her life…

God knows, I’m going to need a miracle this week to get by here… here, in the cavern emptiness of her physical loss.

MIRACLES

Brightest Blissings!

Think about making,
*Always Carrots/Always Happy*
the philosophical attitude of your life!

Rev. Aileen W. Donovan CHt. RM/T.