What other names did your parents consider for you?
While my Mom was pregnant with me, they stayed with a family friend in the Orlando area, Uncle Phil. My Mom had a few scares while pregnant with me. She hemorrhaged, lost a lot of blood, and all this scared Uncle Phil half to death. Because of his concern for the family, and his amazing amount of help with my older siblings (both toddlers) while my Mom was unwell and in and out of the ER, my Mom wanted to name me after Uncle Phil. His given name is Phillip Michael, so Phyllis Michelle. My Dad did not like the name Phyllis and refused to let my Mom name me Phyllis. So I became Michelle, and as Michelle Phyllis did flow my mom went with a rather generic middle name.
Uncle Phil passed away when I was pregnant with my second child, and his second middle name IS Phillip. added on in Memory of Uncle Phil.
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In October of 1996 I adopted a dog from the rescue shelter I was working at temporarily. The administrator bent the 3 month working before you could adopt rule for me because I was a temp employee. I'm so glad she did. for the past 10 and a half years I have shared my life and my space with a sweet Border Collie, named Lady. She has spent more time with me than my husband who is on the road. I was never alone, I always had Lady. She went with me on road trips, out to the barn, for walks around town.
For the last 3 years she has been slowing down, only showing short bursts of energy here and there, but fully enjoying our move to a 16 acre farm in January '06. For the last 3 weeks she has been unable to walk on the hard floor without help and I have been carrying her in and out the back steps, we where wrestling with that decision. I never thought taking a pet to a place they where afraid as your last act of kindness seemed to quite be the right way to let them go. I was hoping to avoid that trip. Lady made that choice on Saturday. I think she really let go on Friday night, after my husband came home. I always figured she would wait for him to come home on a weekend, and she did. No last visit to the scary vet. Just a peaceful passing.
She is buried not far from where this picture was taken, in the place I like to call our orchard.