Although two of the short stories still need some editing, I hope to find a market for them. They are non fiction based on my observations of wildlife. One of my passions is watching the behaviours animals and birds, especially in terms of their interactions with other species.
But I have to tell you that the real reason for the slump involves Quinn. For two years, I had searched to find the dog of my dreams. I knew that this dog would be my last. I wanted a canine friend that could do visitations for seniors or children who were hospitalized. My goal was to bring joy and hope to those feeling cut off from the outside world or who were critically ill. In fact, Quinn showed so much promise for this mission even as a puppy. Children loved to run their little hands over his soft coat and seniors were moved to tears of happiness by his gentle touch.
Quinn's personality began to change at 14 months. it was subtle at first, not even noticeable to those of us closest to him. By 18 months, it was clear that he had developed a severe disorder which could not be cured. We invested time and money looking for a way to make him whole, but it was not to be. On September 2nd, Quinn left this world. Even as I write this now, I can barely believe he is gone.
A dog like Quinn does not come into this life without leaving something good behind. Part of my journey now is to find how I can make a difference in some way for animals. I'll keep you posted.