Admitting defeat...

It is with much sadness that I write this entry. After a year, we have decided it is time to find Scarley a new home. I know this news will be received 50/50; half of you can't believe we can get rid of her after a year, and the other half (those that know me well) can't believe I endured this daily torment for a year. I, too, have these same feelings. It is truly one of the hardest things I have ever done, but it is time. Believe me when I say, this decision WAS NOT made lightly. She needs something that we can not provide, and I am unselfish enough to admit that. It is not fair to her to continue to live like this, and it is unfair to us. She needs a family that will be SUPER active with her! She needs to be the center of attention. She needs to be the only dog in the house. She does not play well with other dogs; in fact, her new past time is attacking Zoe, and that was the nail in the coffin. She is awesome with kids, just not the four-legged kind! I know that the perfect family is out there for her, but it is not the Karacia's. I asked for your prayers yesterday to help me get through the endless phone calls trying to find somewhere to place her; somewhere that can put her exactly where she needs to be. Thank you for all of your prayers and support. You have no idea how much they carried me when I needed it. Your kind words about me when I felt so bad about myself were such a blessing. 95% of you knew nothing of what was going on, but sent me love anyway, and for that you are greatly appreciated.
Please keep your ears open and let me know if you hear of anyone that is looking for some entertainment in their lives (in the form of a 75 pound blazing ball of energy). She is up-to-date on all her shots, has been spayed, and let's not forget that brand new crotch of hers.
Please friends, I ask you to help me find a loving home for her. Yes, she is crazy, but she also so sweet and will make

someone very happy. Thank you.

REMEMBER...

Cate and I went to the Ground Zero 360 exhibit yesterday at the Field Museum. There was a section where you could sit and listen to the actual radio transmissions from 9/11 between the fire and police. When we were there they were trying to get to a fireman that was trapped after the first tower fell. He was trying to give them his location to come and get him. It was chilling and something that will probably stay with me forever. I pray now , more than ever, for all of those down there that have images to go with what I heard for those small 20 minutes that I sat there. As I went to bed I kept hearing those transmissions in my head. I wonder if they ever found him; I doubt it. As Americans, we have very short memories. We need to remember that day, ALWAYS. We need to thank firefighters and police in our neck of the woods when we see them, for they would do the same for us if we ever needed them to. We need to thank every soldier we see, for he/she is helping make sure that this never happens again in our own backyard.

It was so important for Cate to see this. She was just a year and a half on that awful day and has no memory of it. I guess on one hand, that is a blessing. But on the other hand, I want her to know the beauty that came out of that day... for at least a few months after. Neighbors took the time to wave or say "HI". Strangers weren't so distant at the store. People looked out for each other a bit more. The resilience shown by us, as a nation, was awesome and awe inspiring. I want her to know that part of September 11, 2001. As I sit here typing this, I can recall vividly watching the news and having all those frightful images seared into my brain forever, and you know what? I'm glad that they are! I never want to forget that day! Otherwise, everyone that died then, and since then, would have died in vain. As we come upon the tenth anniversary of 9/11, please remember those that have died, both here and abroad. Remember the love we had for each other in those uncertain days immediately after. Remember the feeling of gratitude we had; even though we were sick that all our 'brothers and sisters' had died, we wefelt so lucky to be holding our children that night, while theirs cried themselves to sleep. Please, never forget. Always Remember.

REMEMBER

* Ground Zero 360° is organized by Paul McCormack and Nicola McClean