She dances with angels wings...

"When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies. And now when every new baby is born its first laugh becomes a fairy. So there ought to be one fairy for every boy or girl."~ Peter Pan

Little did I know when I told you all about our new little friend a few weeks ago that we would be trying to come to terms with losing her.  How do you tell your child that their beautiful little friend so full of life and love is gone? With our daughter it was simple, she did the hard work for us. We told her that her friend had passed away and she asked a couple questions and then simply told us that it was ok and that she was not sick anymore and that now she could talk to her whenever she wanted. She spent days coloring pictures of her friend and writing and rewriting her name. She told her goodnight as we put her to bed like she was right there, smiling sweetly. While we tried to find words, she was building us a garden, planting rocks and seeds, placing sea shells and sprinkling glitter. Oh to see a world in a grain of sand, I thought. To see the loss through the eyes of my child while she is creating this world for her friend holding tight to her memory.

Pink like bubble gum and cotton candy, hibiscus and sunsets. The simple laugh, her "little talk" like a whisper. Her spirit like a lion, fighting for her right to remain even if it is just to touch the depth of our souls and reawaken our hearts. Where did she go? Where can I find her?  The answer comes with the question in the "Garden". She is where the fairies hide amongst the flowers,  in the early hours when the dew kisses the morning as it clings to the spiders web. The sun streams through the branches, cutting a path through the shadows where our hearts travel, searching for her smile and finding the warmth of her memory filling the cracks in our hearts. She sings her songs now on the wind. She soars on the wings of the butterflies and the birds with which she travels, commanding the dragonflies to carry forth her transformation. This is how we have chosen to remember her like she was in life, graceful and beautiful and perfect. What a gift to have had the chance to know her, to share in the journey! 

We feel so honored to have met her wonderful family. We have found friends though this process that only the depth of an ocean could bring.  We stand still just to listen to the wind whisper her name and know that it is our children who speak it. We can't find the words to express the depth of our sorrow for her family, we know only that the color pink will always belong to her and every butterfly will remind us of her grace in life. 

~Brian Froud said "Once upon a time, I thought faeries lived only in books, old folktales, and the past. That was before they burst upon my life as vibrant, luminous beings, permeating my art and my everyday existence, causing glorious havoc." 

Thank you Carmen Leolani White for causing glorious havoc and teaching us that life is about how you live, not how long. For "Just living is not enough" said the butterfly fairy, "one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower." ~ Hans Christian Anderson  to you with all our love! 

For more about Carmen and her beautiful life or to Donate to Carmen's Makana please visit their website.  http://carmenleolaniwhite.blogspot.com

Photo by Heather White.

Tucker... and life lessons

When my sister came home from school on Friday she smelled like another dog, a golden retriever if I am not mistaken. She was talking about red blood cells and white blood cells and how they all worked. She mentioned that her new friend at school was the reason this awesome dog got to come visit her school. Then, on Sunday, my family got up before the sun, they got dressed in their running gear and headed out the door. When they returned hours later all my sister could talk about was this dog named Tucker, same smells as Friday, at least now I knew his name. She kept telling my dad how handsome Tucker was and what a good dog he was. She told my brother that Tucker had a very important job and that he actually had to work all the time. "I work all the time" I thought. Later that night my mom sat my sister down and showed her pictures of what Tucker did at work. I sat there watching as my sister pointed at pictures of Tucker on the beds of all these different children. In some he was sleeping while the children rubbed his back, in others he was standing beside them, guarding them like a sentry. I listened as my mom talked to my sister about Tucker and how his job was to bring happiness and comfort to all the children that needed him at hospital on Oahu. He was actually on staff there and was a true member of the Kapi'olani Children's Hospital team. 

My mom talked about how sometimes people get very sick and sometimes those people were like her new friend at school, very young. My sister asked what made them sick and my mom told her it was Cancer and that there are a lot of different kinds. Now we deal with cancer everyday at work. We perform mass removals and chemotherapy at our hospital so I knew the words mom was saying, but some how hearing about sick children made it seem that much more scary, that much more real. Mom talked about family we have lost to Cancer and how it has touched our lives. She spoke about how hard it must be for a family to care for a sick child and sometimes lose a child.  She told my sister how important it was to participate in events like the Run for Hope they were in that morning. She said the money they raise during these events goes to research so that hopefully one day they can cure Cancer. 

I looked at the pictures of my sisters new friend when she was very sick, Tucker is in a lot of these pictures, always watching over her. He looks so gentle, kind and wise. I sat there thinking about how hard his job must be, knowing that not all the little people he comforts get well. It made me think about the things that really matter like love and laughter. I watched as my mom rubbed my sisters arm that is still healing from her break as she laid her into her bed that night. She told my sister, her new friend was very brave as she leaned down to kiss her forehead. My sister said "and beautiful mom". "Of course and beautiful" mom replied. I heard my mom tell my dad that night as tears streamed down her face how she could not imagine going through all that with one of their children. They laid there in the dark and talked about the things that really mattered to them. They talked about Tucker and his wonderful mom Dr. Wendi and all the wonderful people they met recently. They spoke softly about my sisters friend and how sometimes the reminders we need in life come from the most unlikely places. As I climbed into my bed that night I thought back on the photos I had seen and the words I heard spoken that day. I realized that my family is right! Everything we need we already have. A healthy family, good friends, and love. If we could pay our way through the rest of our lives on the currency of love, we would never want for anything. As I closed my eyes I pictured what that kind of world that would be like, and it was one of the sweetest dreams ever. ~ RUFF!

For more information on Kapi'olani's dog Tucker and how you can get involved in the fight against Cancer and other childhood illnesses visit their website. www.kapiolani.org

Photo Credit Heather White Images. 
Published In West Hawaii Today 9/14/2012

Graduation Day

A night visitor.

Inside the tent was pure darkness the kind you only find in the wilds of your mind or the wilderness. My heart stopped when I heard the noise again, that had woken me from a deep high altitude sleep.. It was faint at first like a whisper on the wind. It was a cry I was certain, but from what I did not know. I gazed into the darkness listening . Was it an animal or a child? Was it the wind playing tricks as it was blowing through the trees? I could feel it’s presence as it came closer and I began to worry in earnest for my safety.  I tried to rationalize the sound, I tried in vain to wake from what certainly had to be a dream, brought on by the dinner of pepper and sausage I had eaten just a couple of hours before. Perhaps it was the extra glass of the lovely wine I drank by the campfire before retiring to the safety of my tent causing my mind to play tricks on me.

Then I heard the cry again only closer to me, I knew I was awake for certain. I also knew we had company. It was on the right side of the tent and it sounded like a wounded animal. I quietly fumbled for the flashlight, my fingers were shaking and I could not take hold of it properly. There was condensation on the flashlight  and it slipped from my clumsy grasp. I tried to awaken my husband, who was  sound asleep inside his sleeping bag. I nudged him gently and then with some force covering his mouth as to not startle our midnight guest. With my fingers pressed to my lips in the still of the night we listened. It slowly made its way around the edge bumping into the tent with its body, breathing and sighing heavily into crisp night air. I could hear the blood rushing in my ears as my heart tried not to leap from my chest, as we waited in silence, for the night visitor to make its next move.

I had found the flash light and we debated a plan in hushed whispers. We heard a crunching noise, just beyond the front of the tent out near the extinguished fire pit.  We thought we heard a muffled cry once more and then nothing. The noises began to fade away. What ever it was had decided to move on. Perhaps the rocks around the fire pit had grown cold and it went in search of something else entirely. We lay awake starring into each others eyes until we eventually fell asleep once again gripping each others hands like we were holding on to the edge of a cliff, willing the dawn to come quickly.

When we awoke the next morning to calm crisp mountain air. The fresh dew was shimmering like diamonds in the morning light, and we were scarred again in an instant. The dawn revealed  our nightmare with such clarity as to the “who” of our late night guest, that it left me trembling. There were large tracks circling our tent and a clear area where our guest had laid down near the fire pit and had its midnight snack. Like crumbs the feathers were left as a calling card giving us a new insight to our guests identity.  We took photos of the tracks and the feathered evidence so we could get a positive identification on our murderous guest.

I almost wished we had not had confirmation of the who, who was creeping around our tent in the night. The ranger said it was a mountain lion and from the looks of it he was hungry and big. I was thankful that our guest has brought his own meal and enjoyed it by the warm rocks and moved on. Even now the thought of that big cat circling our tent makes my hair stand on end. I decided then that our next camping trip we would spend the night in our car. I even suggested perhaps we camped in our back yard under the street light filled night sky. I knew for sure I was not sleeping in a tent the rest of the summer.  We have children and pets after all, and that was as close to the wild side as I need to be.

Citronella makes me grumpy!

Do you remember reading the book “Flowers in the Attic”? Remember when the Grandmother is poisoning the children with arsenic-laced donuts? Well, my mother is trying to kill me with citronella, and she is doing out in the open. She upgraded my behave collar to a citronella collar and I am not sure it is for the better. Ok, so it is much more effective at making me behave, but I am not going to tell her that. In fact, I make it a point to cough and sputter as much as possible when I get my rotten citrus dose of Citronella up my nose. It is like Afrin with a kick. It makes my brain vibrate at a whole new frequency effectively stopping me in my biting and barking tracks.

I am actually sure that this thing has shortened my life. The first time I got to experience it I was letting another dog in my lobby know that “my Stacia” was taken. He was vying for her attention, looking all cute. Um no sir, RUFFFFFF!!! PISSSTTTTT!!! What in the H. E. double hockey sticks was that?! Then there was the realization that I had been stung in the face by an assailant armed with rotten citrus and I nearly died. I quickly laid down on my bed in case I suddenly fainted. I need to protect this head of mine you know! As I lay there, I took mental stock that I still had all 5 appendages and that I was in fact NOT dead. How did I know I was not dead you ask? Well if I was, somebody upstairs had a very sick sense of humor. I was laying there starring at the dog I had been attempting to eat and he was looking at me all smug and happy like he had just showed me a thing or two. I guessed heaven didn’t play that way so I must be alive....but wait what if I was not in heaven. Then it dawned on me, that heaven wasn’t ready for me, and the devil, well he is afraid I will take over. Conclusion, I was not dead, praise the dog!

I thought about what had just happened and thought surely this was a fluke and this new collar must be defective and needed to be returned. I stood up, walked over to this dog Stacia was petting and barked again only this time I did it with some major authority. RUFF RUFF RUFF!! PISSSTTT!!! Well, the dose of Citronella that shot out of my new collar not only caught my nose off-guard, but my bladder as well. I jumped back and sneezed and peed, all in about 2 seconds. I was like a pregnant lady without an excuse. This collar is diabolical. It works on multiple levels. First it assaults you then it humiliates you. Stacia grabbed a mop and I laid down and sulked the rest of the day. When mom came up to ask how the new collar worked. Stacia told her the story. I lay there listening as she recounted the days events to my mom who said “that’s great”. “THAT’S GREAT!” Excuse me RUFFFF! PISSSTT! ACHOOO! Really... can somebody get a mop please.

~RUFF

Poulet

Is it Pollo, Galinha, Huhn, Kylling, Kyckling or Poulet? I know for a fact it would be delicious and that I am not allowed to eat the chicken. Yes, chicken at least I think it is a chicken. It is definitely a girl. It laid an egg to prove it. My first thought when I saw the egg was awesome a pupu before the main course this is my kind of chick-en!

I know you are wondering, just exactly how did we come by such an odd patient? Well my friends that is one turkey of a tail. You see a very nice lady came in carrying a box the other day, she said she had found a broken bird and thought it better see a vet. When my mom asked what kind of a bird it was, the nice lady replied, “well I believe it is a chicken”. Did someone say dinner? I have heard of pizza delivery, but chicken delivery wow!!! I am not surprised we are a first class establishment why wouldn’t we get our chicken delivered fresh daily. I was so excited about having chicken for dinner, I was already dreaming of how we could cook it. Let see BBQ, no breaded maybe... then I heard mom say to the lady “let me take it in the back and show it to the vet so we can see how to help you”. What? Wait! I will eat it just like that. Mom left carrying my dinner and it didn’t sound like chicken was going to be on the menu. 

When mom came back up she told the women that my dad said the leg was badly fractured and would need a splint, either that, or we could help it go to sleep. My dad thought it had very good chance of healing and my mom was so excited about the chicken that some how we ended up with a new pet and my dad ended up setting a fracture. I ended up watching my mom nurse dinner, I mean the chicken, during the rest of the afternoon. Dad consulted with our resident bird lady and started it on medications for pain and since it was an open fracture they made sure to start it on antibiotics. I started to chase my tail since my mind could not believe that my mom wanted to keep this chicken and get it healthy enough to find it a forever home. It doesn’t need a home you crazy women, it needs a plate and a little salt and pepper. 

I think this is where I should tell you a little something I have eluded to on more then one occasion. I am going to come right out and say it, MOM, YOUR A NUT!!! I love you, but really this is a new one even for you. The icing on the cake tonight was when the bird mom is calling Poulet (french for chicken) laid an egg. My sister was doing a little jig and my brother was taking a photo of the egg like it was a newborn baby. I must confess, I feel somewhat guilty, but I was hoping in all the fuss, it would fall out of the cage and I could help clean it off the floor. I know, I know but I am a dog, a reasonable one, but a dog none-the-less. Ok a little more maybe, I can type. You know what I mean, right?

Well it seems that we are now the proud owners of a chicken. My dad got it all set up for pain medications and a feeding schedule to help it heal quickly. My brother Jenner got an upstairs flat mate and me, I got one cup of sensitive skin dry dog food in a ceramic bowl for dinner. I protested, and just licked the floor to show my family that this was not “chicken ala king” and I was not happy. Then my stomach growled loud enough to scare me, so ate my food despite my disappointment. I also made a decision I will be enlisting the help of Queso, Salsa, Jenner and Rome in my great chicken caper.....Are you ready boys? Let the chicken hunting begin. ~RUFF

Time marches on.

Where does the time go when it ticks away. We grow taller, wider, smarter, we take trips, go to work and we often wake up one day and the years have passed us by. It is in these revelations that we can choose to change course. We find ourselves standing before new doors nervous but excited about the endless possibilities that stretch out before us. Each day at the hospital is like standing in front of a new door, waiting for what each minute might bring.

We get to have this experience everyday at the hospital, when someone brings home that new puppy or kitten. They are thinking about how fun this new adventure is going to be and what they want to teach their new pet. They wonder how to keep them healthy and safe. Is this new little bundle a fresh start? Could this be a precursor to having a child?  Can they take care of something? Can they afford it? All of these questions and yet all the while time passes and the questions get answered and new ones arise. The puppy is now a dog and begins on a journey. The kitten has used up a life or two in its forward march to become a cat and to reign supreme over its family.

We watch as they age, they have illnesses and setbacks, but still they march forward keeping step with time. We watch as they begin to gray around their muzzles. We notice they don't seem as heavy as we carry them across room to the window ledge. They have trouble getting into the car and start to slow down. They sleep a little more and they eat a little less. Then suddenly you realize that time has crept ahead of them and they are starting to fall behind. The last grains of sand are spilling quickly though the hourglass and soon the last of their time will pass through and they will reach their end. It is then we find ourselves speeding through the movie reel of their lives lingering on the good times, a stick caught, a road trip taken, a gift of a gecko each morning by your bed and we speed through the boring or sad times. While we are heavy with grief and loss we arrive with them together to bid farewell.  It is as if we are standing on the dock, bidding them well until we meet again as they sail on ahead of us to where time stands still.

We have had to make the long walk with our clients over the years, guiding them on how to say goodbye, and while it is never easy it helps me to know that is the one thing that we can do for our beloved pets that we can not do for our own species. We help ease their pain and help them move ever forward. Pets are in our lives for such a short amount of time in the overall course of our lives. They teach us how to love and live and in their passing they teach us how to die. With grace and dignity, without want or need for anything but LOVE!

Crime doesn't pay.

Oh 2012 you have come in with a ROAR!!!. We have been so very busy that I don’t think my family or my staff have left work before 7:30 pm at the earliest each night. This means dinner before 8 pm is not happening. My belly and my disposition have a thing or two to say about that... GRRR!!!

I am excited that I got a promotion and for once my teeth have finally been put to work. I am guarding our house. Some scam artist put it up for rent on Craigslist without our knowledge. Imagine my family’s surprise when random strangers started to show up at our house to view it before they rent it. Imagine their surprise when my mom let them know that my teeth are top of the line and in perfect working order and that trespassing is a crime. Luckily we had very nice people trying to rent our house that gave us all the information we needed to track the criminal down.

 I am glad that I have one more thing I can add to my resume for skills; I have been appointed CEBB or Chief Executive Butt Biter. Knowing that my family trust me to guard my house filled my little heart with pride. I take my family very seriously as most of you know, so it seems this job was tailor-made for my unique set of skills. 

Crime seems to be a hot topic this week. It seems like there is no accounting for the amount of time people have on their hands from hararssing my mom through the mail for her articles printed in the West Hawaii today. Apparently she gets an “F” and in red pen none the less. Mom found out that this type of thing is actually a huge deal legally and gave the documents to the authorities. We also found out that slanderous remarks and bogus online reviews all have a traceable electronic signature. It is like a fingerprint and it is not erasable just by deleting the post. This is very interesting since we seem to live in a world with people with nothing better to do. The good thing for new and upcoming legislation is that the giant cloud of online anonymity is quickly becoming a thing of the past. Slander and impeding a business are legal issues punishable by law. 1st amendment rights aside, some things are just not okay and for those who do such things, there are legal ramifications. Like my good buddy Mc Gruff says, lets take a bite out of crime.

Speaking of teeth, NATIONAL DENTAL AWARENESS MONTH is coming up quickly. February is just around the corner and we are already filling up. People know a good deal when they hear about one and we are excited to participate in this fun annual event. Please read the coupon for details and make sure you bring it in for your appointment. Yes, you have to have it to get the discount. We track them and turn this data into fun promotions throughout the year. We survey everything here at KVH, so make sure you are part of the equation so you can be included in the fun.

Also, be watching for our ad next week; you don’t want to miss it. It will be interactive with Facebook, Twitter and the website and there are prizes to be had. For all of you with a little extra time on your hands, look for the puzzle my mom said it is tailor-made for you.