Inside the Mind of Isadora


King Pelu – Our Fur-Son

Cat - Pelu - close up.webOn Saturday, April 30, an article in the local newspaper advertised a Pet Fair. We had been talking about getting a new cat. We thought there could be one waiting for us there.

My hubby and I have had cats all of the years we’ve been married. He grew-up with cats.
I grew-up with German Shepard dogs.

When our children started asking about having a pet he suggested we get a cat. It was a big change for me to switch but I rationalized that with 3 children it would be easier to have a cat. And, it was. Then, there were 2 cats and, eventually, 3 cats. We had one for each of our daughters. To my surprise it worked well.

When my youngest daughter went off to college, we inherited her cat Marshmallow.
He was a beautiful white cat that she had saved from an abusive incident. He didn’t have a tail as it had been chopped off or couldn’t hear. Everyone thought he was a Manx. His personality always won everyone over even the non-cat lovers. He died 4 years ago at the age of 28. He lived a long and happy life. We still miss him.

Two years after he died we decided to adopt another kitty. We always adopt from no-kill shelters or animal leagues. Immediately, we were smitten with 2 kittens in the kitty enclosure.
Unfortunately, the shelter preferred they be adopted together since they were sisters. As much as I wanted to limit myself to one cat I couldn’t see leaving her sister behind. We took them both home. They were polydactyl cats which meant they had 5 toes. For that reason, no one seem wanted to adopt them. We did.

They kept each other busy with their antics and preening. They were each others constant companion.

Sadly, they were killed by what we thought was a raccoon but instead turned out to be a Bobcat. They escaped my caged lanai enclosure. If you missed the post click here. It was devastating. We swore that we’d never adopt again.

They kept each other busy with their antics and preening. They were each others constant companion.

Sadly, they were killed by what we thought was a raccoon but instead turned out to be a Bobcat. They escaped my caged lanai enclosure. If you missed the post on their demise click here. It was devastating. We swore that we’d never adopt again.

Here we are 2 years later with a new fur-son named Pelu. He’s 4 months old and a bundle of energy. Since his arrival, he’s made us smile and laugh everyday with his amusing behavior and adventurous discoveries.

If you’re a pet owner you know how life changing they can be. They bring love, affection and a great deal of distraction.

Did you know that pets can have the ability to help with mental and physical health benefits?

Pets can reduce stress, anxiety and depression. They can ease loneliness and help calm you which helps reduce health issues such as high blood pressure and hypertension. Walking a dog can help with weight loss and cardiovascular disease. Children learn responsibility by caring for a pet.

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If you want to bring joy into your life than a pet might be for you. If you are going to get a pet seek one at your local shelter or no-kill leagues. You can save a life.

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Have you hugged your pet today?

Toodles, Isadora 

2016©Isadora DeLaVega



We’re Going Home

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The guys named him Black Hawk. He was shaky today. I could feel his insecurity.

He needed some love; that, and the reassurance that this isn’t good-bye. I couldn’t blame him.

There was cheering and shouting everywhere. We were going home.

One night when he crept into the barracks, he was muddy. His body was nothing but bones and mange.

After a lot of pleading, Sarg let us keep him.

“He won’t survive, he said. He’s a dog. A dogs gonna do what a dog does. Run out. Some random shots will get him.”

I wasn’t going to let that happen. I talked to Black Hawk. He listened. He helped keep the moral alive for us guys.

“Hey, little buddy, don’t look so sad. It’s a great day for all of us. We’re going home, I told him.”

I think he understood.

2016©Isadora DeLaVega

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Nurture Yourself – with fond Memories

Purple Water -  imagesCA164SCVMemories are a way of holding on to the people, pets and things you love.

You might be wondering, “How memories can nurture you?”

We all carry with us deep inside our beings every moment we’ve lived. It’s a treasure chest of good and bad memories. There are unpleasant moments we wish had never happened to us. Dreadful times, we wish we could erase.

Walking along with these miseries are the precious treasures we see as priceless. There are the memories of our parents who gave us life and fostered us to follow their guided path; there is the birth of our children we feel we miraculously created; there is a spouse or partner whose joined us on our journey to new horizons walking alongside of us.

Tattered edges all around those treasures are the times when our beings felt anguish, despair and sorrow. Those memories linger still; like worn and ragged photographs that are fading from time. You keep them in a secret room in your mind like a precious package of heirlooms. This love is deep in your heart but must be left behind. Yet, we cannot forget.

It’s important to look at our memories and love the ones we feel nurture us and discard or make peace with those we still find painful in our hearts.


copyright2014©written by Isadora

Lasting memories keep those we love close forever. Although words seem to say so little, I hope they help in some small way to spare the sense of loss that you’re experiencing today. Hold fast to your memories, to all of the cherished moments of the past, to the blessings and the laughter, the joys and the celebrations, the sorrow and the tears. They all add up to a treasure of fond yesterdays that you shared and spent together. They keep the one you loved close to you in spirit and thought. Those special moments and memories in your life will never change. They will be in your heart today and evermore.
Sometimes the sweetest memories shine through the deepest sadness … with sympathy!!!
<recited at a friend’s funeral ©written by Isadora

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Memories are precious treasures
God has willed to you and me
To endure old age and suffering
With the joys (that used to be);

They are never worn or faded
By the trials and tears of time
For their threads of woven pleasures
In the heart of yours and mine;

And for memories of heartache,
That we made and left behind
That is painful to remember,
Very tearful and unkind

He endears us with the mercy
And the Grace, in common prayer,
That forgives us for transgressions
And denies us their despair
Copyright 2014©written by Isadora

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R I P my beautiful Crash

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