11/09/2025
Yesterday could have been another January.
Another day of loss.
Another day where everything broke instead of breaking open.
I hadn’t slept the night before.
Kiza was up struggling, restless, uncomfortable — and my heart knew that feeling all too well.
When it was time to take her to the clinic, my van wouldn’t start.
So there I was, exhausted, pregnant poodle in my arms, no sleep, and no way to get her help.
I called a cab.
My daughter rushed in to try and save the day, and in the process the gate was broken and the van still didn’t start.
It was one of those days where everything was going wrong…
except the thing that mattered.
The clinic waited.
The vet welcomed us with compassion.
Kiza and her puppies were safe.
And today, after the dust settled, I needed to be honest with myself about something I haven’t said out loud.
For four years, I waited for a promised female standard poodle — a dream held with hope, trust, and good faith — and it never arrived. That left my program, my promises, and the families waiting on me feeling vulnerable.
So today, I chose clarity.
I chose courage.
And I chose to honor what Haseya stands for:
Integrity.
Authenticity.
Respect.
Kindness.
Love.
Puppies will be born when they are truly meant to.
The right dogs will enter this program when they align with those values.
And the people meant to walk this journey with me will show up with honesty and heart.
Yesterday broke a few things — a gate, a van, my exhaustion level —
but not my spirit.
Because Kiza is safe.
Her babies are safe.
And I am still here, holding this program with every ounce of love I have.
Bred in love. Raised in grace. Held in truth.
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