Instead I will write about a fellow RVing Buddy and Blogger pal....
She passed away today.
Hazel appears to have had a massive stroke while in her motorhome, with her two beloved greyhounds Power and Hera by her side, and her cat Chica. The park staff figured that nobody had seen her for two days, so someone finally checked on her. She was still alive and was airlifted to a hospital in Albuquerque, NM. Sadly, she was in a coma until she passed away this morning.
I hope I can reach many of her blog followers, park workers and camphosts through word of mouth in the blog world through my post here on my blog. Hazel's blog is:
Hazel doesn't seem to have left anyone her password to her blog, so nobody can post on it about what happened or that she is now at peace. Please, fellow bloggers, leave your password with a trusted friend who could go on your blog and post your circumstances. People care and want to know what has happened to you!
Her two lovely greyhounds Power and Hera are being taken care of by the Greyhound Rescue Group. They are both adopted rescue dogs. For those of you who are not familiar with breed rescue programs (like where I got Finney and Binney from) a contract is signed that says if anything happens to you, the rescue takes responsibility and gets the dogs back and finds them new homes. Of course, if your family wants them, that takes first consideration. I believe the cat is being fostered somewhere too.
Power, the male greyhound, had just been to the vet for some injuries last week, and the rescue takes on the costs of health issues and medication administration too. These poor gentle sweet dogs must be soooo confused and scared and unsure of what is going on. My heart goes out to them.
While Hazel was in her coma, she was having a rough time, according to the nurses. She was totally paralyzed and did not have a good prognosis of recovery. Hazel's friend Patti advised the nurses to assure Hazel through verbal communication that the pets were being cared for. She then had a "good night" before passing away this morning. I am sure she could hear through her comatose state that her beloved animals were safe, they are her main concern. She could then be at peace.
Hazel has no family other than a niece from Germany. Her niece has been contacted and happens to be here in the United States this month and is most likely taking care of the other details. I feel bad for the niece's family because they rented an RV to tour the United States and were planning on meeting up with Hazel later this month for a nice visit in New Mexico. Sigh.
Setting aside the tears, I am going to remember the good stuff! Hazel and I have been writing back and forth for years, and writing blogs and visiting and discussing all of the world's problems. Solved a few too!
I am so thankful that I got to spend time with Hazel while we were out west a few months ago. Originally our plans were to meet up near Quartzite, AZ and spend time travelling together with her. But since we had engine trouble with the Tracker, our plans changed and we were stuck for three weeks at Pancho Villa State Park instead. Well, that didn't stop Hazel! She loaded up her rig, and hit the road to come and see us instead! 500 miles to visit us! What a gal!!!
We so enjoyed our visits, and sitting around the campfire... petting her lovely greyhounds and chatting into the night.
These gentle calm dogs are wonderful but need a LOT of exercise. Imagine my surprise when we were riding back from town and we got into the campground. Hazel stopped and let the dogs out of the vehicle, and got back in. She held their leashes outside of the window of her SUV and slowly drove with the dogs running alongside! The smiles on their doggy faces said it all! They were retired racing dogs and this made them so happy to run run run.....
I hope both of them get a fun-loving gentle and understanding home now. The rescue group will be sure to place them carefully into homes to help transition them to life without Hazel.
When Hazel was visiting us, she took out a huge project to work on. It was her grandmother's handmade quilt. Hazel was painstakingly replacing all of the bad fabric sections, piece by piece, totally by hand. A few of us at the campground pitched in to work on it. Then we helped her stretch it out flat on new backing fabric and baste it together.
It was like an old fashioned quilting bee, with us "prairie women" coming together in our prairie schooners to meet up for a get together!
Rest in Peace
my dear happy