I was getting ready to write when I heard a knock on my door.

I could hear more than one voice and I figured to let it go- not answer-I’m infamous for not answering my phone or the door when I am writing.

But my dogs have no rules like that.

 Back to the door…

I heard one of my dogs run down the hall and just after the second knock I heard one of our wooden kitchen chairs fall over and I heard Domino start to cry and just as I got to her I could see her stretched out on the floor, it didn’t look like she was breathing.

So I cleared her airway, clamped her jaws shut with my hands and blew air into her nose, she went from being stiff to limp which scared me- but I still wasn’t sure she was breathing and just as I was about to check her heart she turned her head up…and looked at me.

Domino is almost 11, she’s spirited and curious and smart and she has had some problems before she had this episode, but I think this thing has happened before because she wasn’t scared after she got up. Now she’s chasing her sister off of her bed and  from the look on her face the cats-or as they are known to us- her brothers-  are next on her list.

So a few minutes ago I went out to my porch to see if whoever was at the door left some sort of note- there was one.

It was a flyer from The Jehovah Witnesses- they want to help me get close to God.

My nephew would have been 24 next month, my beloved cat Wolfgang who died three years ago would have been 20. My Sister is a breast cancer survivor. Domino’s  health- for all her determination- is failing bit by bit.

My friend’s Mom just passed on.

I am plenty close to God right now.

I’m not sure if this is such a good thing.

a.m.m.