PET CHRONICLES When Jacob and I got married in 2004, he gave me a beautiful journal bound with a Koa wood cover as a wedding gift. We use to (before life became hectic) write to cach other in it and leave it on the others bedside table. Sometimes it would be a thought or an idea or a note of love. Other times a guestion to ponder and discuss later. This journal spent hundreds of nights being passed back and forth holding countless conversations berween us upon its pages. It was and still is a treasured gift. Thoughtful and loved. When it came time to cekbrate our one-year wedding anniversary, I came home to an impressive seven foot tall by Sft wide mirror framed on all sides by a beautiful and massive dark chocolate wood frame. It was a grand gesture and I loved it. It took pride of place in our living room in Colorado; in our grand formal living room with its vauked ceilings it pulled the room together. It was like a guardian in the room, hanging there as it was on the wall; it was the first thing you saw when you came into our home. At Christmas with our tree standing just off to the side of it reflecting a million points of light out into the room and reflecting off the floor to ceiling windows it cast a glow that instantly made you feel at home. It has traveled along way to get here to Hawaii. Ie's been in our homes in Colorado and Washington. It has crossed the ocean and we have had it in several different places in our current home. Always it has felt like such a part of our home I coukd not imagine the house with out it. I remember watching our sons stand in front of it as they readied themsclves for prom. I have danced in the dark in front of it trying to lull our baby daughter to sleep. That same daughter now in high school has more than once readied herself for a school dance or a choir performance in that mirror. I recall how more then once Jacob has turned on an old tune and danced with me in front of that mirror our love story reflecting back at us like an old movie, one where we are the stars. The mirror reflecting back the soft light from a lamp as we laughed and held each other closely, the moment ours and ours alone. I cannot remember a time when I have not stopped to feel the warm wood on the frame or stood their reflecting back on the things it has seen. Sunday afternoon our mirror, the one that has hekd a thousand stories of our life got shattered. Our dogs (we think it was Rome) decided they needed to be on the other side of the baby gate. The gate separates our house from the can and cannot go places you see and well ir got forced open and shoved behind the mirror. The whole mirror fell from where it has been leaning beautifully against the wall for the last 5 years and pisched into the glass topped end table and lamp. The reed diffuser I had just put out to bring the smell of the holiday season into the space that I planned to pur the tree in the very next day was sprayed across the room. Foot long shards of glass and millions of shattered pieces covered the floor. Miraculously the table and a beautiful sculpture our son had made was not shattered. Somehow, they were saved by the large metal frame that holds a dear photo, the frame was nos broken but the 1/2-inch dent in the metal is a testament to the weight and the force the mirror had as it felL The fine splinters of glass blown like dust across the sofa and embedded into the antique rug on the floor was a frightful and dangerous sight. ir took hours to dean it all up. By the time darkness fell, the mirror with its beautiful beveled edge lay in the bottom of our trashcan. The hot, sad, angry tears streamed down boch Jacobs and my faces. We are thankful no one (dogs included) was injured. The glass repair shop has already come to measure the mirror and it has been dropped off to have the mirror replaced. The frame, as always, is sturdy and sound and will resume its place once again on the wall in our living room. It will wait patiently for us to make new memories in front of it, as it casts its magic glow back out co us, mending the sadness of the loss of all the memories that came before it. It will stand there still reflecting our love, our life and our light and storing our memories once again. As for the naughty dogs and their bad behavior, well let's just say they are very lucky dogs as one of them now has seven years of bad luck ahcad of them. Let's pray for all our sakes it was not Newton. Keauhou Veterinary Hospital, Experience your pet deserves, Experience you can trust. Best Pet Care LACE BEST Hawaii 2020 13 Years! TPLACE BEST Hawai AAHA Keauhou Veterinary Hospital, LLC Jacob Head, DVM 2021 West ACCRECITED 808-322-2988/Fax 808-322-2303 78-6728 Walua Road · Kailua Kona www.keauhouvet.com 7:30-5:00 Monday-Friday 8-5 pm on Saturday Emergency call 24/7 PET CHRONICLES When Jacob and I got married in 2004, he gave me a beautiful journal bound with a Koa wood cover as a wedding gift. We use to (before life became hectic) write to cach other in it and leave it on the others bedside table. Sometimes it would be a thought or an idea or a note of love. Other times a guestion to ponder and discuss later. This journal spent hundreds of nights being passed back and forth holding countless conversations berween us upon its pages. It was and still is a treasured gift. Thoughtful and loved. When it came time to cekbrate our one-year wedding anniversary, I came home to an impressive seven foot tall by Sft wide mirror framed on all sides by a beautiful and massive dark chocolate wood frame. It was a grand gesture and I loved it. It took pride of place in our living room in Colorado; in our grand formal living room with its vauked ceilings it pulled the room together. It was like a guardian in the room, hanging there as it was on the wall; it was the first thing you saw when you came into our home. At Christmas with our tree standing just off to the side of it reflecting a million points of light out into the room and reflecting off the floor to ceiling windows it cast a glow that instantly made you feel at home. It has traveled along way to get here to Hawaii. Ie's been in our homes in Colorado and Washington. It has crossed the ocean and we have had it in several different places in our current home. Always it has felt like such a part of our home I coukd not imagine the house with out it. I remember watching our sons stand in front of it as they readied themsclves for prom. I have danced in the dark in front of it trying to lull our baby daughter to sleep. That same daughter now in high school has more than once readied herself for a school dance or a choir performance in that mirror. I recall how more then once Jacob has turned on an old tune and danced with me in front of that mirror our love story reflecting back at us like an old movie, one where we are the stars. The mirror reflecting back the soft light from a lamp as we laughed and held each other closely, the moment ours and ours alone. I cannot remember a time when I have not stopped to feel the warm wood on the frame or stood their reflecting back on the things it has seen. Sunday afternoon our mirror, the one that has hekd a thousand stories of our life got shattered. Our dogs (we think it was Rome) decided they needed to be on the other side of the baby gate. The gate separates our house from the can and cannot go places you see and well ir got forced open and shoved behind the mirror. The whole mirror fell from where it has been leaning beautifully against the wall for the last 5 years and pisched into the glass topped end table and lamp. The reed diffuser I had just put out to bring the smell of the holiday season into the space that I planned to pur the tree in the very next day was sprayed across the room. Foot long shards of glass and millions of shattered pieces covered the floor. Miraculously the table and a beautiful sculpture our son had made was not shattered. Somehow, they were saved by the large metal frame that holds a dear photo, the frame was nos broken but the 1/2-inch dent in the metal is a testament to the weight and the force the mirror had as it felL The fine splinters of glass blown like dust across the sofa and embedded into the antique rug on the floor was a frightful and dangerous sight. ir took hours to dean it all up. By the time darkness fell, the mirror with its beautiful beveled edge lay in the bottom of our trashcan. The hot, sad, angry tears streamed down boch Jacobs and my faces. We are thankful no one (dogs included) was injured. The glass repair shop has already come to measure the mirror and it has been dropped off to have the mirror replaced. The frame, as always, is sturdy and sound and will resume its place once again on the wall in our living room. It will wait patiently for us to make new memories in front of it, as it casts its magic glow back out co us, mending the sadness of the loss of all the memories that came before it. It will stand there still reflecting our love, our life and our light and storing our memories once again. As for the naughty dogs and their bad behavior, well let's just say they are very lucky dogs as one of them now has seven years of bad luck ahcad of them. Let's pray for all our sakes it was not Newton. Keauhou Veterinary Hospital, Experience your pet deserves, Experience you can trust. Best Pet Care LACE BEST Hawaii 2020 13 Years! TPLACE BEST Hawai AAHA Keauhou Veterinary Hospital, LLC Jacob Head, DVM 2021 West ACCRECITED 808-322-2988/Fax 808-322-2303 78-6728 Walua Road · Kailua Kona www.keauhouvet.com 7:30-5:00 Monday-Friday 8-5 pm on Saturday Emergency call 24/7