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A blind little girl and her deaf dog.

27 Feb

He picked us, we did not pick him.

I’ve heard people say that about their pets before. I’ve always thought it was kind of hookey.

Until it happened to me.

I was sitting on a chair in my living room, watching Oli’s physical therapist Cat work with her, when our lives were changed unexpectedly by fate.

Cat and I were making small conversation about random things, as Oli practiced balancing on one foot.

She suddenly looked up at me and said “Hey! I forgot to tell you something! We got a new dog! Well, not really. We’re fostering a dog. His name is Ziggy and he’s deaf and missing one eye.”

“Really? What happened to him?” I asked, not really thinking anything about it, but interested in hearing what happened to this poor dog.

“They don’t really know. The woman who rescued him got him from a shelter in Dallas. He was scheduled to be put to sleep the next day. I guess he was in a different shelter as a puppy, a no kill shelter, where he had his eye removed because it was punctured. He was adopted out of that shelter only to be surrendered to a kill shelter later. Lynn rescued him from there and then I got him as a foster. Do you want to see a picture?” She asked, pulling out her phone.

“Sure.” I replied, still interested, but really NOT interested. I didn’t want a dog. I didn’t need a dog. WE didn’t need a dog. I was very firm in my rule that we were NOT going to get a dog until AFTER we rented a house with a yard. Right now we lived in a small apartment.

I started repeating this rule of mine as I looked at his picture.

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Oh no. I started to get that feeling where I know something, but I don’t really want to know something.

I got the feeling that this dog was supposed to come to us.

“Oh he’s cute!”

Of course I didn’t tell her all of that other stuff. I didn’t need her thinking I was a weirdo.

“So does he have any potential adopters?” I asked nonchalantly.

“He’s had a couple of home visits. Nothing for sure yet. Lynn has to make the final decision on where he goes.”

“Oh yeah. The family that he goes to has to have a yard I’m sure right? Since he’s deaf, he needs a yard to be able to run around in without a leash. Right?” I ask slyly.

“I’m sure. She’s going to be very picky about who he goes to. Especially since he was surrendered. He needs the perfect forever home. I’m sure she’ll want the family to have a yard. Why?”
I see she’s starting to get suspicious.

“No reason. Well. He’s really cute and you know…kind of blind. A little bit. And deaf. I bet we’d be a really good family. But we don’t need a dog. We CAN’T have a dog yet. So…yeah. Nevermind.”

“Well I can ask Lynn about the yard if you want.” She volunteers.

“Okay. If you want. No big deal. I was just curious.” I try to blow it off and hide my disappointment, knowing full well that no rescuer is going to give this dog to a family who lives in an apartment.

And that was the end of our conversation.

For 2 weeks I never mentioned him and neither did she. I honestly thought that he had probably been adopted right away and maintained my “No dog stance” and my firm belief that if something is meant to be it will be.

If he was supposed to come to us? He would.

A few weeks later I got a text from Cat that read “Hey! Can I bring Ziggy over to meet the kids? I think he would like that.”

I responded “Of course. They would love that.”

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As soon as he walked up the stairs I was already in love with him. He was so calm and so gentle. He just walked around the living room and then laid down on the floor like that was exactly where he belonged.

Once she arrived I asked her “Soooooo…did Ziggy find a home yet?”

“No! He didn’t! And I forgot to ask Lynn about you guys! Let me text her right now.”

She sent the text, telling Lynn about my family and Oli.

Once Oli arrived home I KNEW without a doubt that this dog had chosen my family. That he had chosen my daughter.

I knew that it WAS meant to be and that I wasn’t crazy.
Well, at least not about this.

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I knew that he was meant to be Oli’s dog and he was meant to help her in any way that he could.

I knew that I wanted him to be trained as her service dog.

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Ziggy went home with Cat that afternoon and Lynn called me later that night.

“Well he’s actually promised to go to another family, but I just don’t think that they’re the right family for him. He didn’t wag his tail the entire home visit! I just don’t have a good feeling about it. As soon as Cat told me about your family and about Oli, I just knew that this is what he is supposed to do. He’s meant to help a child. When I had him we walked by a school playground one day and he just stopped and started staring at the children. He was so content just watching them. Once I heard that you wanted to train him as a service dog I knew that you were his family.”

Tears filled my eyes as I heard the exact words that had been playing in my head ever since I saw his picture.

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Ziggy, Cat, and Lynn came over for a home visit the next day and he’s been with us ever since.

Ziggy became Shaka.

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How did this all happen?

How did I look at a picture and KNOW without a doubt, that this was my dog?

How did he bond so quickly with Oli? How did she bond so quickly with him?

It was like they had known each other in a past life and had been searching for one another ever since.

It sounds crazy, but it’s true!

He had gone from wandering the streets of Dallas with a punctured eye, deaf, without a home, to being rescued by one shelter, adopted, surrendered to another shelter, be scheduled to die, rescued, driven to Austin, and ended up being fostered by one of my very good friends.

Why did she just happen to ask me if she could bring him over on that particular day?

If she’d asked just one day later he would have gone to the other family.

If any of these things had happened just a few days later… we would not have him.

This was the very first night that he spent with us. It's as if they are saying to each other  "Yay! You made it home!"

This was the very first night that he spent with us.
It’s as if they are saying to each other
“Yay! I found you!”

OLI would not have him.

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It was as if fate had interjected along all of our paths to ensure that this dog came home.

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He has never belonged anywhere else.

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I know that Oli and Shaka were meant to be in each others lives.

I know that, without a shadow of a doubt, she was meant to love him and he was meant to love and help her.

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I wonder if they share a unique bond because she can’t see him and he can’t hear her.

I wonder if they communicate on a level that I will never understand.

When’s she’s sick, like she is today, he never leaves her side.

I have watched them both for over 4 hours now and he has not budged.

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He has been her constant, loving friend since he first met her.

He has not left her.

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Something tells me…that he never will.

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It makes me really sad mom.

9 Feb

I got the call that I am always terrified to get when I’m away from Oli.

“Shannon. Something is wrong with Oli. I think I need to call an ambulance.”

My heart fell to the floor and stayed there until she was wheeled into the ER on a stretcher and I could see her.

“What do you mean? What’s wrong?” I asked as my heart raced, but my mind cleared.

“Well she’s breathing really funny. Like holding her breath and I can’t keep her awake. Here. Listen.” My mom, who had been home with her while I took my other two kids to a horse vaulting stable, put the phone up to Oli’s lips.
I hear a strange grunting sound coming from my daughter.

“She’s been doing this for a while now and it’s getting worse. When she falls asleep it’s better, but as soon as she stirs she does it again.

“Mom. Listen. Lift up her shirt. Can you see her ribs or her sternum as she breathes? Does it look like she’s sucking in?”

My mom quickly checks. “No. No I don’t see that.”

“Okay good. What about her lips? Are they pink or do they look blue?”

“They’re really pale. I just don’t feel right about this. I feel like something is really wrong with her. She just keeps falling asleep.”

“Mom. Do you feel like you should call an ambulance?” I ask calmly. Going into more nurse mode at this point than mother mode.

“I’m not sure. Maybe. Something is wrong with her breathing.” She answers. I can hear the fear in her voice.

“Okay. If there is even a question that maybe you should, I need you to call. I am at least an hour away and by the time I get there to check her, things could have gone dramatically downhill. My phone is almost dead. I only have about 10% battery left. I’m going to call Seth and tell him to go home right now. I’ll have him call you on the way. He should be there in 10 minutes. Hang up and call 911.”

“Okay.”

I hang up and quickly call my husband.

No answer.

I call again.

No answer.

Oh my god. My phone is going dead.

I shoot him a quick text.

‘Call me NOW.’

He calls back immediately.

“Seth. I need to you to go home right now. Oli is not breathing right.”

“I’m on my way.” He replies in a calm voice.

I start to tell him that I’m leaving the stable now and that I’ll be about an hour…but he’s gone. I’m talking to dead air.

That morning Oli woke up happy. My mom and I had plans to take all three kids down to a stable in south Austin where their horse vaulting team has a Barn Buddies day once a month to raise money. The kids get to come down, learn some tricks on the barrels, and then get up on the horse to practice them with an experienced horse vaulter.

After Oli got up on Saturday morning she fell back asleep right after breakfast. I sent my mom a text and told her that maybe Oli shouldn’t go. I thought maybe she wasn’t feeling very well. My mom decided that she would just stay home with her and that I would take the other two kids and our dog. Shaka had service dog training right after the kids were done riding.

When I left, Oli was playing happily with her toys.

Kekoa and Ginger had an awesome time on the horses. It was really great because they always watch Oli ride at hippotherapy, but never get to ride themselves.

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That morning of fun quickly turned into a nightmare.

This was not Oli’s first ambulance ride.

Not even her second.

Her first executive ride to the hospital was one of the absolute worst days of my life.

October 4, 2011 is a day I will never, ever forget. Never.

That morning I woke up next to Oli violently convulsing and gasping for breath. She ended up being intubated with a machine breathing for her for two days.

The next ride was August 26, 2012.

And the last was on Saturday February 7, 2014.

I’d like to say that this will be her last, but I know that it might not be.

Her seizures, any person’s seizures, are no joke. I know that lots of kids have them. Some have hundreds a day. Some are lucky like Oli and only have them once in a while.

It’s really all about perspective. I don’t know anything but what I know about Oli. Her journey is no more or less than anyone else’s. We only know the life we live so it’s important not to minimize or over exaggerate something that we have no experience in.

I get really uncomfortable when I meet someone and they say “I just don’t know how you do it?! I could never do what you do!”

Yes you could. Yes you would.

I find myself thinking those same things though when talking with my friend who has a daughter who literally can have 100 seizures per day.

How does she get through it? How would I?

But I don’t have to worry about that because that’s not our life. I can talk with her about it. I can tell her how extremely terrified I was to get that call. I can tell her how Oli wasn’t breathing well and how awful it was because I’m sure she had more than one seizure yesterday. Like maybe 3 or 4 or 5. (I don’t know because they were seizures that we couldn’t see.)

And you know what she says? Not “Well that’s NOTHING! You should be grateful it was only a couple. My daughter…” Blah blah blah.

Nope. She doesn’t say any of those things.

She says “Wow! How scary! Do you need anything? Do you want to talk about it? How can I help you get through this?”

She validates my reality.

She doesn’t compare it.

That is powerful.
So incredible powerful.

I hear people compare themselves and their struggles to other families all the time.
Why?
Why are we judging when we should be supporting?

I’m so lucky to have so many incredible families in my life who do just that.
They support Oli. They support me. They support my kids and my husband.

We desperately need support because scenarios like the one we had on Saturday, do not leave a family unscathed.

The words I spoke to my children in the van as we left the stable, will not soon be forgotten.

Especially by my 8 year old son.

“What’s wrong mom? Why aren’t we going to take Shaka to training?”

“Your sister is having trouble breathing and is on her way to the hospital. We need to go there now.”

He immediately becomes quiet.

My three year old, Ginger, does the exact opposite. She has a million questions.

“What do you mean? What is she doing? I’m hungry. Can we stop for lunch? Can I have a snack? Do you have any juice? Are we going to see Grandma now? Are we going to Shaka’s training? Where’s Oli? Where is she going? Where are we going again?”

Oh. My. God. Ginger.

Ginger is either the best person to have with you in a crisis or the absolute worst.

I’m leaning towards the worst. 🙂

It was good because she was distracting me with her 5 billion questions and it was frustrating because I was trying to figure out where I was going, who was going to take the dog, which hospital they were taking her to? Did my husband get home? Are they on their way? When was Ginger going to STOP TALKING!

I got a hold of my friend, Cat, who just happened to be at the stable with me.

“Cat. I need you to come get the dog. Oli is being taken to the hospital by ambulance. They’re taking her to Dell Children’s.” I speak rapidly into the phone.

“I’m on my way.”

Man I have some good friends and family.

I had so many people texting and messaging me, offering kind words, support, and offers to watch my other two kids. It was very very humbling to realize how many people were willing to drop what they were doing and help.

Once we got to the hospital Kekoa was even quieter and Ginger even more inquisitive.

Fortunately Cat got there as soon as I did and took the two kids before Oli was wheeled into the room.

We didn’t know what to expect, but I knew I didn’t want my kids to see her surrounded by hospital staff, talking, asking questions, and working on Oli.

My son has already seen too much in his short 8 years.

Once Oli got there she was breathing better. She was doing some breath holding off and on, but didn’t seem to be in distress. She definitely wasn’t herself. She was constantly falling asleep and wasn’t really moving at all.
If you know Oli, this is completely out of character. She is always going.

After we had been there a little while Cat asked if we could bring the kids in. Just so they could see that she was okay.

Unfortunately as soon as they got there a team came in to start her IV. My poor Kekoa was so flustered that when Cat escorted him back out of the room he grabbed my purse and tried to walk off with it.

After that, they didn’t come back in.

I can’t even begin to imagine what he must have been going through. I know what I was going through and it was awful. And I knew what was going on! He only knows that one of the times his sister took an ambulance ride, she almost didn’t make it back home.

Oli stayed at the hospital for about 9 hours. They ran a bunch of tests and then did an EEG.

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By the time they did it she was mostly back to herself. She was worn out and acting sick, she had been running a fever too, but she was aware of what was going on and awake. Once the EEG came back normal at 11 pm they said that, if we were comfortable, we could take her home.

We opted to go home.

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Oli was more than happy to be sprung from the hospital.

The verdict was seizure activity brought on by… we don’t know. A little virus maybe.

Seth had taken the kids to another friends house in the afternoon and then my mom went and picked them up so they could stay with her for the night.

Shaka stayed with Cat and his girlfriend Dubi.

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Yeah. He didn’t miss us at all. He is in love.

This morning my mom said that Kekoa was very tearful at her house.

We finally got him to talk about it when he came home.

“It makes me really sad mom.” He admits in a quiet voice.

He also said that he was really scared for Oli. Really scared.

Me too buddy. Me too.

It’s important that I never ever minimize his feelings.

I need to never compare, judge, or make him feel like he has to feel any other way, than the way he does.

As important as it is to me to have my friends and family validate how I feel…it is more important to me

that I validate my son’s.

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Living within the isolation of myself.

14 May

We moved from Pahrump, NV to Round Rock, TX on October 1, 2009.

By the time we moved I was exhausted. Mentally exhausted.

Living in that desolate island of fear, tears, sand and mountains had completely depleted me. I felt so alone. Although my mom only lived a few minutes away and my husband was with me…I was alone.

I had submerged myself so deeply in self-pity and self-hatred, blame, guilt, remorse, and those constant day dreams of what might have been, I was beyond reach of anyone else. I was alone in a dark, sad, tear-filled cocoon of my own making.

I couldn’t wait to move. I had pushed everyone away. I would talk with my friends, listen to stories about their children, the whole time thinking to myself “You don’t understand. You just don’t understand how hard this is for me.” They didn’t understand. Because I never told anyone. Moving seemed like the best solution at that point. I thought that if I changed my outside, if I changed my zip code, that it would change the way that I felt.

I had convinced myself that it was all because Oli didn’t have enough support. That it was because I didn’t have enough support. It was. But, it wasn’t. Oli did need more help with people experienced in blindness, but I had some support. I just couldn’t see it then.

I had met and made friends with other moms who had visually impaired kids. I had become good friends and remain friends with some of them. None of them were totally blind though. I had led myself to believe that because their kids weren’t totally blind, that they didn’t really understand what it was like.

I had made it US vs. THEM.

I had isolated myself even against the people who knew what it was like. I was looking for all of the differences in our lives rather than the similarities. I think some part of me enjoyed that feeling of isolation. Some part of me liked feeling sorry for myself and enjoyed believing that I was the only one in the world who felt the way that I did. That no one could possibly understand my struggles.

It just simply wasn’t true though.

LOTS of people knew how I felt.

If I just would have stopped for a second and looked outside myself, I would have seen that. I would have seen that I had people surrounding me that wanted to help me. They wanted to understand what I was going through. If I would have made myself available to them…if I would have made myself a little vulnerable…I would have seen that.

I didn’t.

I didn’t when we lived in Nevada and I didn’t when we first got to Texas.

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