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Thanks, Cuz, not only for your time but for the words of wisdom and the jokes that bring a smile to my face when there is so little in my life that makes me smile - Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!
I grew up with practical parents -- a Mother, God love her, who washed aluminium foil after she cooked in it, then reused it. She was the original recycle queen, before they had a name for it...
A Father who was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones.
Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, dishtowel in the other.
It was the time for fixing things -- a curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep.
It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy.
All that re-fixing, reheating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful.
Waste meant aff luence. Throwing things away meant you knew there'd always be more.
But then my Mother died, and on that clear summer's night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any 'more.'
Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away...never to return.
So ... while we have it ... it's best we love it ..... and care for it ..... and fix it when it's broken.....and heal it when it's sick.
This is true ..... for marriage ..... and old cars ..... and children with bad report cards ..... and dogs with bad hips . and aging parents ..... and grandparents.
We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it.
Some things we keep.
Like a best friend that moved away -- or -- a classmate we grew up with.
There are just some things that make life important, like people we know who are special.....and so, we keep them close!
I received this from someone who thought I was a 'keeper'! Then I sent it to the people I think of in the same way. Now it's your turn to send this to those people that are "keepers" in your life.
A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.
It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with those important to him. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night." The funeral is Wednesday."
Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
"Jack, did you hear me?"
"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.
"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over "his side of the fence" as he put it," Mom told him.
"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.
"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said.
"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important ... Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time. Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture ... Jack stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.
"The box is gone," he said.
"What box? " Mom asked.
"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said. It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope.
Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.
"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:
"Jack, Thanks for your time! - Harold Belser."
"The thing he valued most ... was ... my time."
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked. "I need some time to spend with my son," he said. "Oh, by the way, Janet ... thanks for your time!"
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away,"
Send this letter to all the people you care about, if you do so, you will certainly brighten someone's day and might change their perspective on life, ... for the better.
To everyone I sent this to, "Thanks for your time"
RIP, Rosella and Cuz - thanks for your support, your encouragement, your understanding. Thanks for listening to my venting. As I sit here with tears running down my cheeks, you have no idea how much it means to me to have someone, just one person in this world, who truly understands my frustrations, my feelings, my depression, as all of you who live this with me day to day. Thanks for everything. Good night and love to all, Kuli
Hey kuli I have had the same pacemaker since 1979. It is nuclear powered and the dr has no idea how long it will last. The wife says if I start glowing green she will just hose me down till I cool off
Yes Kuli. This Christmas my brother wanted to take a short vacation (two or three days) and a cousin of mine said "He needs this vacation, he deserves it" and I answered: "And what about me? Don't I need and deserve a vacation after 2 years?" And the cousin answered "You choose to stay with your mother"! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free." Here's an update for you...... Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage. Why? Because women realize its not worth buying an entire Pig,.... Just to get a little sausage.
Yeah, I'm trying to be the better person but we all now hard that can be. When my dad had his pacemaker procedure done last week, I had to request a day of vacation while my sis sent me an e-mail asking if she could " tag along" for the procedure. Had I known she would be there for part or all of the day, I could have saved a vacation day for another day. But does anyone think of that? Absolutely not. I am, apparently, expected by my sibs and my dad to use all of my vacation time taking care of him. I get so frustrated and irritated by this expectation that I can hardly contain it sometimes. And then to have to put up with his BS on top of it, OMG. Thank goodness for wine!!!!!
A strong person knows how to keep their life in order. Even with tears in their eyes, they still manage to say "I'm ok" with a smile. Even when they're tired of being a strong person, they keep putting one foot in front of the other. Send this to a strong person. I just did. Love Cuz Change is coming. God saw your sadness and said hard times are over. Be honest and send this to anyone who made you smile this year. It may surprise you how many you get back. Thanks for making me smile! Live, Laugh, Love
I have just remembered my grandmother's sister, my grand-aunt, a great woman whom I loved profoundly. She died at 92, she was perfectly lucid, I spent the last summer with her, she thanked me about everything I did for her and she said: "You should not be here with this old woman, you should go out and dance and enjoy yourself!" (I was 23 at that time) I know it seems awful, but I would rather take care about her than about my mother!
Kuli, that seems a common destiny... Our parents prefer the company of the "other" siblings and they are fed up with us. What can we do? Nothing. We do nothing wrong. I try to laugh about it, knowing that my mother is not herself. I think that we, the caregivers, remind our parents constantly how much they have become frail and how much they need assistance. On the contrary, when they see our siblings, they are already clean and dressed, they make some efforts to smile and hide their pains, and they spend some agreable hours pretending that they are what they were before. (for example my mother, when she is with me, she complains all the time about her pain; when my brother arrives and I tell him: "mother has a terrible pain in her arm" she says: "It's not true, I am perfectly well!" And she strives to be as normal as she can! Poor ones! I think that when they are alone with our siblings they complain about us, and so the misunderstanding increases and our siblings think we are not doing our best. and they become bitchy. Well I am lucky because my brother spent "two whole weeks" with my mother 24/7 before she came to live with me, so he knows the real situation!
I know how all of you without any family/sib support feel. I really have been trying to separate myself from sibs and any belief they will have or feel any responsibility for my dad. It's just less frustrating for me if I don't expect anything from either of them. What does bother me is how rude my dad is to my daughter who is the only one who will do ANYTHING for him, including cleaning and disinfecting dirty urine bags. I really need to talk to him about this because she is my only true respite right now and he would be better off not pissing her off. I just wish he really saw things as they truly are. Then he would show so much more appreciation for her than my sib's kids who show up when she begs them to do so. My daughter, on the other hand, shows up because she cares about her grandpa and is thankful for all he has done for her. I may have to try to set him straight so he "gets" the reality of the situation before she gets so pissed off that she writes him off in her life. I find it so hard to comprehend how he can't see who does what for him and for him to be nicer to those (my daughter and I) who do WHATEVER needs to be done. Instead, he thinks my sis and her kids do SOO much showing up once a week to have dinner with him. Hello, who's here the rest of the week, 24 hours a day??? Sorry, venting, AGAIN........ Kuli
Bobbie - only polish by marriage - but I am what they call a Heinz 57 so I take no offense to none of these types of jokes. Most think I'm polish, but that is about the only thing not in my heritage. How about you?
I so hear you GP: a sister of mine that i have had no contact with for about 5 yrs and my younger sis that i have been on and off close to both totally ignored me at papa wake and funeral. Then the older one had the nerve to tell my mom to becareful of me and not to allow me to have anything to do with the finances, i wanted to call her and say listen you stupid idiot, where have been for past 5 yrs.. hm not here, so you have right to say one thing. she has more money than god and right after the funeral she offered money to my mom to tie her over until the ins and stuff was settled, when mom said yes.... she delivered the money to mom had the nerve to say that and then questioned mom why she needed and what was she using it for and that there was no more after this.... NEEDLESS TO SAY A CHECK FOR THE AMOUNT WILL BE SENT VIA CERTIFIED MAIL ON 2.1 WHEN THE INSURANCE IS DEPOSITED..... UNBELIEVEABLE
hey yall trying to catch up with everyone on everything and everything going on with everyone before my eyes just totally bug out of my head. so i haven t read everthing about everyone
did i use enough of every
went back two days to try to catch up
love the 501 christina
gp hope this fins u better to funny to be sick what is it really
rossell to funny
headbanger nice to met you i been busy with the beginning of year and all not trying to offend love the one square use only one i can relate and it sounds lik you are starting up a band funny stuff again not tring to be offinsive it just reads funny take care and really you MUST ONLY USE ONE SQURE
cuz like the i love you especially the last on i heard athat one a lot over the road
jen hope u r well soon
miz chin sweetie
well this is what is happening job is fun and boy i am beat my eyes are bugging out of my head and my butt is tired of sitting at this computer i have made 400 calls on the computer in 4 hours that took 2 days wraped up with meetings training and dr apts with mom i feel like i have been running a marathon and havent done this in a year im tired and i gess i will catch up and i right here at home close to mom and it feels good and i even will get a paycheck hope i dont miss it i hope i remember what one looks like moma is getting a regular power wheel chair in about a month awe are gettin a swing thing lift thing i forget what is really called anyway i know how to use on i did before when i work in hosp many times so i don kill my back if i need it i will hav it and the nex apt we have will just be routine and oh the droctor christina
i told the doctor about the shower and she said she is gona try remeber i said try to find out about the hold up of why we hav not received any assistance so maybe just maybe yall say your prayers we get some help the dr also said unless something happen s instead of going to see her in 3 months like mom been doin in the past we dont need to go back for 6 months i helped ge mom blood glucose under control a1c down yeah so good news all around now if i can keep up lordy i am tired everybody i missed love yall thinking bout yall see yall on face book i work on computer about 5 hrs a day m-f love truecolors talk to yall soon oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxox
How do you yell online?!?!?!?! Just got off of the phone with my Mother. My sister, who is 14 years older than me, told our mom a load of crap about me this morning...something that wasn't true, & even if it was, it was insignificant...it was about the flipping garbage that my sister took off for us this morning...but if she even thought she had a problem with me then she should have talked to me & not our 85 year old VERY opinionated mother!!! Like a little kid tattling!!! Anyway, I talk, well listen, to my mom every night for 1-2 hours on the phone & when I called her tonight she couldn't wait to tell me what my sister had told her & then when I tried to defend myself I got raked over the coals & was told that my sister "has it so hard"! I told her, "Well, who the heck don't"!!! Blood pressure sky rocketed!!! Definately didn't need this right now!!! I'd really LOVE to talk to my sister, but I know that it wouldn't do any good & would just cause more problems. Experience speaking! From now on I'll take care of my own garbage, but it's not the garbage, it's the constant badgering & griping!!! "Ya can't please some people if ya hung 'em with a new rope!"
Miz, Angie, the decision to keep our parents at home when they are very sick or taking them to the hospital is the decision that we make at "that" moment of crisis, and after having thought a lot, we think it is the best one. Afterwards, we feel guilty in any case. There are pros and cons in both ways and at that moment we have evaluated them and made a decision in one way or another. It was the best thing we could think and so, please, no sense of guilt! It is fantastic when our father or mother is so conscious and so lucid that he/she makes this decision by him/herself. And strongly says: "I want to stay home!" "I want to go to the hospital!" But unfortunately when that moment approaches, almost nobody is so conscious and lucid to make that decision by himself. In the same situations we have done our best....
I feel guilty tonight instead, because I fell asleep on the couch after dinner, I forgot to load the stove before sleeping, so the stove switched off when the pellets finished and when I woke up, the room was cold and my mother was sneezing. She had a blanket on her knees but she had not put the blanket on her shoulders and wrapped herself in it. Sometimes I forget that I have to think about everything "previously", "in advance" because my mother does not have anymore the normal reactions of survival that she had until one year ago.... So you see our head is always whirling whirling whirling!
My goodness the story of the chihahua was amazing. Very smart, the owners who managed to save the dog! Yes if you have the danger of prey animals kidnapping your pets, better use the laces or keeping them home by night!
So true.... in my rational mind i know that his decision to forego the hospitals and go on to hospice was a good idea, but still the irrational me is like why why why....... lol
angie, I'm so sorry about your daughter. I will pray and think good thoughts. I think you are right, we would have felt bad no matter what. Mom was so poked and prodded and tested and given oxygen that drove her nuts and suffered at the end. Like I said, we would feel bad no matter what. I guess the thing to do is just know that they are in a very good place and they are not suffering at all now. They are happy.
AWEE MIZ.......I know just what your feeling. Although papa was at home, i sometimes wonder if he was at a hospital maybe he would not have gone...... Crazy I know....I think no matter we would feel bad no matter what. Winter totally sucks for sure... I need the sunshine and able to work in the garden, dad taught me to be a gardner..... I have been in my jammies for days, except for wed when i had to take my daughter to the dr. She has some major medical issues right now, just what i need now.... ughhhhhh......
I'm not sick but feeling tired and blue. Winter sucks and missing Mom. It hurts to think back to when she was so sick. Her going through all that. I know that some people have told me it was better for her to die at the hospital than at home, Sometimes I think if she had just gone peacefully in her sleep at home it would have been better. I don't know. I probably would have felt bad about that too.
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I grew up with practical parents -- a Mother, God love her, who washed aluminium foil after she cooked in it, then reused it. She was the original recycle queen, before they had a name for it...
A Father who was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones.
Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, dishtowel in the other.
It was the time for fixing things -- a curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep.
It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy.
All that re-fixing, reheating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful.
Waste meant aff luence. Throwing things away meant you knew there'd always be more.
But then my Mother died, and on that clear summer's night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any 'more.'
Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away...never to return.
So ... while we have it ... it's best we love it ..... and care for it ..... and fix it when it's broken.....and heal it when it's sick.
This is true ..... for marriage ..... and old cars ..... and children with bad report cards ..... and dogs with bad hips . and aging parents ..... and grandparents.
We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it.
Some things we keep.
Like a best friend that moved away -- or -- a classmate we grew up with.
There are just some things that make life important, like people we know who are special.....and so, we keep them close!
I received this from someone who thought I was a 'keeper'! Then I sent it to the people I think of in the same way. Now it's your turn to send this to those people that are "keepers" in your life.
A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next
door.
It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls,
career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear
across the country in pursuit of his dreams.
There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about
the past and often no time to spend with those important to him. He
was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night."
The funeral is Wednesday."
Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat
quietly remembering his childhood days.
"Jack, did you hear me?"
"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought
of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.
"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you
were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over "his side of the fence" as he put it," Mom told him.
"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.
"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said.
"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this
business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me
things he thought were important ... Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his
hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no
children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.
Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like
crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time.
The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories.
Every picture, every piece of furniture ... Jack stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.
"The box is gone," he said.
"What box? " Mom asked.
"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I
must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever
tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.
It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack
remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I
better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home
from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature
required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post
office within the next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old
and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his
attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope.
Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.
"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack
Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was
taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack
carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:
"Jack, Thanks for your time! - Harold Belser."
"The thing he valued most ... was ... my time."
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and
cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his
assistant asked. "I need some time to spend with my son," he said.
"Oh, by the way, Janet ... thanks for your time!"
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the
moments that take our breath away,"
Send this letter to all the people you care about, if you do so, you will certainly brighten someone's day and might change their perspective
on life, ... for the better.
To everyone I sent this to, "Thanks for your time"
I have had the same pacemaker since 1979. It is nuclear powered and the dr has no idea how long it will last. The wife says if I start glowing green she will just hose me down till I cool off
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free."
Here's an update for you......
Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage.
Why?
Because women realize its not worth buying an entire Pig,....
Just to get a little sausage.
Bye Now
Even with tears in their eyes, they still manage to say "I'm ok" with a smile.
Even when they're tired of being a strong person, they keep putting one foot in front of the other.
Send this to a strong person. I just did.
Love Cuz
Change is coming. God saw your sadness and said hard times are over.
Be honest and send this to anyone who made you smile this year.
It may surprise you how many you get back.
Thanks for making me smile!
Live, Laugh, Love
I know it seems awful, but I would rather take care about her than about my mother!
What can we do? Nothing. We do nothing wrong.
I try to laugh about it, knowing that my mother is not herself.
I think that we, the caregivers, remind our parents constantly how much they have become frail and how much they need assistance. On the contrary, when they see our siblings, they are already clean and dressed, they make some efforts to smile and hide their pains, and they spend some agreable hours pretending that they are what they were before. (for example my mother, when she is with me, she complains all the time about her pain; when my brother arrives and I tell him: "mother has a terrible pain in her arm" she says: "It's not true, I am perfectly well!" And she strives to be as normal as she can!
Poor ones!
I think that when they are alone with our siblings they complain about us, and so the misunderstanding increases and our siblings think we are not doing our best. and they become bitchy. Well I am lucky because my brother spent "two whole weeks" with my mother 24/7 before she came to live with me, so he knows the real situation!
every day might qualify.
Historically speaking, of course.
Was thinking once a month like a full moon ... but reading this
did i use enough of every
went back two days to try to catch up
love the 501 christina
gp hope this fins u better to funny to be sick what is it really
rossell to funny
headbanger nice to met you i been busy with the beginning of year and all not trying to offend love the one square use only one i can relate and it sounds lik you are starting up a band funny stuff again not tring to be offinsive it just reads funny take care and really
you MUST ONLY USE ONE SQURE
cuz like the i love you especially the last on i heard athat one a lot over the road
jen hope u r well soon
miz chin sweetie
well this is what is happening
job is fun and boy i am beat my eyes are bugging out of my head and my butt is tired of sitting at this computer i have made 400 calls on the computer in 4 hours that took 2 days wraped up with meetings training and dr apts with mom i feel like i have been running a marathon and havent done this in a year im tired and i gess i will catch up and i right here at home close to mom and it feels good and i even will get a paycheck hope i dont miss it i hope i remember what one looks like
moma is getting a regular power wheel chair in about a month awe are gettin a swing thing lift thing i forget what is really called anyway i know how to use on i did before when i work in hosp many times so i don kill my back if i need it i will hav it
and the nex apt we have will just be routine and oh
the droctor
christina
i told the doctor about the shower and she said she is gona try
remeber i said try to find out about the hold up of why we hav not received any assistance
so maybe just maybe
yall say your prayers we get some help
the dr also said unless something happen s instead of going to see her in 3 months like mom been doin in the past we dont need to go back for 6 months
i helped ge mom blood glucose under control a1c down yeah
so good news all around
now if i can keep up
lordy i am tired
everybody i missed
love yall thinking bout yall
see yall on face book
i work on computer about 5 hrs a day m-f
love truecolors
talk to yall soon
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Thanks for letting me vent!!!
It is fantastic when our father or mother is so conscious and so lucid that he/she makes this decision by him/herself. And strongly says: "I want to stay home!" "I want to go to the hospital!" But unfortunately when that moment approaches, almost nobody is so conscious and lucid to make that decision by himself. In the same situations we have done our best....
I feel guilty tonight instead, because I fell asleep on the couch after dinner, I forgot to load the stove before sleeping, so the stove switched off when the pellets finished and when I woke up, the room was cold and my mother was sneezing. She had a blanket on her knees but she had not put the blanket on her shoulders and wrapped herself in it.
Sometimes I forget that I have to think about everything "previously", "in advance" because my mother does not have anymore the normal reactions of survival that she had until one year ago.... So you see our head is always whirling whirling whirling!
My goodness the story of the chihahua was amazing. Very smart, the owners who managed to save the dog! Yes if you have the danger of prey animals kidnapping your pets, better use the laces or keeping them home by night!