About Steph Churchill

So the beautiful summer hit and we all did our best to move forward with positive moods and attitudes because that’s what he wanted.  I fell in love with paddle boarding, and shockingly, became very bonded with my mum’s dog, who I wasn’t a fan of initially.  Quel suprese it was because I found areas where I could let him be the actual DOG he is designed to be and let him run off leash.  Totally different animal. He became my paddling companion, and I had my Farley to come home to and cuddle (when he’d let me, *wink*).  It felt like things were starting to settle in with the new order in the condo.  August hit, and I decided that I really wanted that strong channeling connection back that I had in 2020 so I spent, what is called, “The Lion’s gate” time period (peaking on August 8th every year) deeply meditating, yearning to get my life moving forward in an independent direction. I made it clear to the Universe that I was ready for whatever is set for me  on my path.  On the night of August 12th, I sat with my kitty as usual on the front porch, but that night, I didn’t take him for a walk the way I usually do, for I had promised the Universe, and myself, that I was going to try and get my hours switched around and that I needed to be in bed by 11pm (early for me being a natural night owl).  He was having a lot of fun with all the rare commotion going on in the area, so he decided to stay outside instead of following me in.  You know where this is going.  That was the last time I saw my baby.  It’s one thing to say goodbye to my pops, who chose his date and was ready (as were we due to his suffering), but I did not see this one coming.  It ROCKED me, and still does from time to time.  I’ll just make this quick.  Whilst bonding with Gizmo, my mum’s dog, over the summer, I also was including my sister’s dog, Teddy with our runs.  He was a pleasure in the beginning, but throughout the summer, became increasingly despondent, and difficult.  He had been diagnosed with epilepsy and was on meds, but they seemed to no longer be effective.  Then, after having to go through surgery for consuming clothing (it sounds funny, but is beyond dangerous and annoying) and my sister forking out thousands to fix him, in September, he got into a LARGE bottle of medication and had to be put down.  I don’t know if I have to say anything more for those who have made it this far.  June … August … September … 3 boys … gone.  Just like that.