How I Manifested Gibson (my dog)

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Those who are friends with me on Facebook, know I have a new addition to my family. No, it is not a baby, or a new guinea pig.. it is not a foster child, nor a parakeet, it is a dog.. a cute, calm, puppy faced mixed Yorkshire. When we moved out of my ex’s house, and into this apartment, we left two dogs, Buddy (RIP) and Roxy, two amazing and unique pets, who at times drove me nuts, yet kept us safe, warm and happy. A month into our new place, my children really missed their furry pets, and it didn’t take long they were asking me to get a pup of our own. At the time, I was so lost and confused due to the breakup, I didn’t even have the energy to even think about taking care of something else, I couldn’t even take care of myself!

“No” I said. “We are not getting a dog, not until we leave this place” “I cannot even fathom being responsible for anything else but me and you two!!”

I think I repeated these words for almost a full year, at least once a month. Giving my son (especially) the full explanation on “why we could not get a dog”.

Then, in the fall of 2012, after dealing with some issues of loneliness, boredom, and lack of companionship, I began to feel a presence next to me as I was walking. It didn’t feel like a person, or a child, it was small, it walked in a pitter pattering way, and it felt wonderful. At first I thought I was crazy, yet after getting used to this spirit walking with me I started to think: “What if it was time we try to get a dog”. My therapist confirmed this would be a great idea. It would get me out, keep me company and I could love and receive plenty in return.

Shifting always shifting

It amazed me how quickly I went from a categorical NO, to even thinking of being responsible for something else. I mean this meant walking, feeding, grooming, loving, and taking really good care of a living, and breathing soul. I knew, due to past experience, that I would be the one to take care of its basic needs, although my teens promised profusely they would help. Making this decision meant putting myself “out there” I was scared. Terrified.

Setting the intention

A few weeks later, I made the mistake of telling my children (well at first I felt it was a mistake, yet I see the good in what I did now) “I spoke to my therapist today, and I am open to getting a dog!” They looked at me with wide eyes almost in disbelief! “I don’t want a small dog” said my daughter. “Finally mom” said my son. Then it started. “I want a pug” “No shitzu’s allowed” “Small dogs suck” etc.. etc.. My daughter kept on sending me picture after picture of pugs, and I kept repeating: “The right dog for our family, will come at the right time. He will be trained, calm, fixed and right for an apartment”. After over a month of repeating to my daughter these lines.. She would blast out in full disbelief: “We will never get a dog, you are not even looking” What she didn’t know was I was secretly researching, talking to people, setting my intentions… All of a sudden things started to fall into place.

Being open to receive… the ball started rolling…

A friend of mine posted on Facebook a picture of a dog (a chiwawa) who needed a home. She referred me to another woman from my town who was in contact with the person keeping the dog overnight. I contacted this new friend (who happened to be the sister of someone else I know in town) and we quickly became Facebook friends. The dog, I found out the next day, was taken, but she would keep an eye out for me since she owns a dog Grooming Salon.

You see where this is going?

My son needed a hair cut, and I met Lesley, the first person who posted the picture of the chiwawa right before the holidays, and we discussed her new rescue: Jerry, and the fact that I was still looking for a dog. I repeated, while she was cutting my son’s hair: “I truly believe, that the right dog for our family, with come at the right time.. “

Logging into Facebook that afternoon, there was a message in my inbox: A dog was available! Laura (the dog groomer) sent me a picture of a dog who needed a home since there was a personality conflict with the house dog. He was also a rescue, so my home would be his 3rd! Diane, the woman who was giving the dog away was ready to drive to my town, 25 minutes, to bring him to me. Thus on January 2nd, a week after finding out we were getting our dog, Gibson arrived. He came to us full equipped, leashes, food, coat and extras. Now that is love.

I am so grateful for Diane, whom, by the way trained him so well and went out of her way to make sure he was in a good home. We did change his name from Paco to Gibson, as we wanted to give him a fresh start. He is the best dog one could ever ask for, and I feel truly blessed to have him.

Gibson rescued me, not the other way around.

Yorkie/Shitzu mixes, I have read just this week,  happen to make perfect therapy dogs! When I read this I KNEW, with my love and determination, that I manifested the perfect dog for our family. I didn’t run out and get the first dog available, I was patient, and had this inner faith the right dog would come. And he did.

Living with anxiety and depression is not easy. I often feel alone and isolated, but now, with Gibson around I have him to cuddle, to talk to and HE takes me out for walks, on days I would probably never go out.  Gibson is my miracle.. and I will always feel grateful for his companionship, loyalty and unconditional love.

In return, this family showers him with love, treats, and long walks, runs in the snow, and snow ball chases… tug a war with socks, and fetch the toy cow!

What this experience has taught me is: to have faith in divine timing, and everything will fall into place. Having a wish, and letting go of the attachment to the outcome is such a blessing. So I will keep this in mind when I attempt to manifest a million dollars! 🙂

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8 Comments

  1. Kim I’ve been hoarding this post waiting for a quiet morning to sip it in along with my tea. And I’m so glad I did! I love the story of your patience and faith in finding the perfect dog for your family. I’ve so enjoyed getting to know Gibson through the past month as he settled himself into your family. You are all so bless to have found each other. (BTW, I agree with Hemmie about the book.)
    xoxo

    • Kim

      February 1, 2013 at 10:06 am

      Thank you Tracie. My kids were making fun of me and how I treat Gibson as Godsend, yet, they are too young to understand how important his entrance into OUR lives is so important. Thank you for enjoying this part of my journey, it means so much.

      As for the book.. I feel it is a wonderful idea too. I have so many projects in my mind I need to start planning 🙂

  2. Such a beautiful story! I’m so glad he found you! The timing was perfect!!!! 🙂

  3. Lovely to read about how you and Gibson found each other. I always thought when I was growing up that ‘Rescue Dogs’ were like Superheroes. They come to rescue you after all don’t they as anyone who has ever owned and loved a dog knows….

  4. Wonderful post! It made me smile and feel warm inside. He is a lucky dog to have you all as his family. Third time (home) lucky, so they say 🙂

    I love reading your posts. You should use them as diary entries to map your anxiety and depression and turn them into a book.

    Take care, Hemmie x

    • Kim

      January 24, 2013 at 2:12 pm

      Thank you Hemmie! Maybe I will. Maybe I will do that, I’ve always wanted to put my thoughts into a book. I have so much I have written on and offline 🙂

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