Two and a Half Women

I am writing this post today to empower myself. Today on Facebook I noticed that My biological sister had posted a photo of My niece, whom I call Baby Mama.  I have always been a close part of Baby Mama's life, i watched through the glass as her mother had a C- Section.  I bought the child everything she needed to start off in life. She lived with me for the first six months of her life before moving to Florida, and then returned when she was two years old.

Baby Mama spent a great deal of time with me upon her return nearly four years. There were times when I would I feed her, brush her hair, as she would come to me with her looking afright, we would call it "haggy hair", sh has beautiful curly hair.  I would bathe her and clothe her too. I loved being her Auntie.

I always thought of her protection and what was best for her, Her Mother and Brother had Domestic Violence Issues, and when they would erupt, I would put her in my room for safety sake. She is small, and I was always afraid that she would get caught in the line of fire.

In December of 2010 I was fired from Two and a Half Women , and Baby Mama's Mother took her away, as I could no longer condone Domestic Violence in My Home. I did not put my sister out of my house, she decided to leave because I wanted her son to stop laying hands on her under my roof, and to stop damaging my property. I guess some women aren't always ready to get help. It took me awhile to get help too.

I am grateful that there is peace and serenity in my home, and that I can recognize abuse when I see it, and that I don't have to accept it nor condone it. I am also grateful that I can now recognize that I am mourning the loss of this Beautiful Dominican Princess that I helped to Raise and Protect.  A person doesn't have to be dead for you to mourn their loss.

R.I.P. NEPTUNE

My son's dog passed on today. He was thirteen years old and had been slowing down for sometime now, but even though we were prepared for the day to come, I must admit it hit us harder than either of us would care to admit. 

Neptune, that was his name, was a finely bred German Shepard. He was loyal, obedient and protective. All the qualities you look for in a best friend or companion.

Neptune and another Shepard of mine literally walked through fire with me to save my children from a home fire. The loss was devastating, it was the only home my autistic son had ever known, and we lost all of our material possessions. Autistic children do not handle change well, and my poor son's life was devastated. My life was saved that day with the help of those dogs. Their Compassion, Guidance and Protection of My children gave me the will to persevere. I DID NOT LOSE EVERYTHING. I HAD MY CHILDREN.

A friend of mine, God Bless Him, was trying to console me, and said, "Dogs go to Heaven Too."


I really believe that All Dogs Go To Heaven.