Kindness Matters

I’m dog mom, a little bit of a hot mess, and somehow high-maintenance even when I don’t mean to be. For a long time, I thought life was like a Rocky Balboa movie: you get knocked down, but once you stand up, you stay up. After losing my sister, I realized that life is really about getting back up again and again… and carrying forward what you’ve learned so the next hurdle feels a little lighter.

For the past 25 years, I’ve built a life in Texas with my husband — a marriage full of love, laughter, patience, and plenty of “in-betweens.” What grounds us most is friendship, and the choice to love each other even in the seasons when liking each other isn’t easy.

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Three Souls, Countless Paw Prints

​​​​​​​​​​​​We share our hearts with three rescues who bring endless joy:

 

Luke (5):
Saved as a puppy and fostered by Gina with Big Love Rescue in Cypress, Texas. He joined our family after we lost our sweet Apollo to lung cancer in March 2021, just months before my sister passed away. Out of three litters, Luke was one of only a few survivors, and his gentle spirit has been a source of comfort and healing ever since.

It took time for Luke and me to open up to each other and learn to trust. He has taught me that love and respect are earned—even with dogs—and together we’ve helped each other heal from the traumas of survival.

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King (4):

Adopted at 9 months old in January 2023, after we lost our boy Hooch to blood cancer, King became

part of our family. As a puppy, he had been rescued by Big Love Rescue in Cypress, Texas, and lovingly

fostered by Christina. He was covered in mange when she took him in, but through months of care and

devotion, she brought him back to health — and his resilience and gentle spirit shined through from the very beginning.

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He has since grown to overcome his fears of the world around him and now adores belly rubs, giving kisses, and snuggling close with his family. King’s journey from neglected and sick to thriving and loved reminds me daily that healing is possible, even after the hardest beginnings. He is a living reminder that scars—seen or unseen—don’t define us, but instead can become symbols of survival and strength.

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Max (4–6):
Our Christmas miracle. In September 2024, I spotted him scavenging for food. I thought he would run, but instead he let me pet him and then hopped right into my car as if he had been waiting for us all along.

At that time, I was struggling with the holidays after my sister Missy’s passing—I had even given away all my decorations. My husband suggested naming him Max, after the Grinch’s dog, and suddenly Christmas felt joyful again. Max gave me back the holidays, and with them, a piece of my heart.

Even after more than a year, Max still struggles to rest at night. I believe it’s because he spent his early life outside, always alert, never safe enough to fully sleep. He resists being touched while resting and prefers to sleep alone, though he’s grown from needing a separate room to curling up on the bench beside our bed.

I don’t think Max ever truly knew love—or even had dog friends—before us. Maybe that’s why he always seems to smile. Every day of his new life is filled with soft beds, homemade food, gentle love, and two brothers who are teaching him what it means to simply be a dog.

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Our pups are more than pets — they’re gifts from God. They came into our lives at the very worst times, helping us heal after losing both our beloved dogs and my sister. In truth, we rescued each other.

Before them, all of our dogs had come from healthy beginnings. Rescuing taught me something new: trust is earned, not given. I used to assume all dogs would instantly love me because I’m kind, but I’ve learned they deserve space, respect, and relationships built at their own pace. That lesson holds true for people too.

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Kathy (Cathy)

A little story about my name: my mom wanted “Kathy” spelled with a K, but the nurse wrote it with a C on my birth certificate. All through school, I was “Kathy” — until I applied for my driver’s license and discovered the official spelling. I thought about fixing it when I got married, but at $100 per letter, I let it go. So, legally, I’m Cathy, but in my heart (and on my signature), I’ll always be Kathy with a K.

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Why Blissful Bounty​

Blissful Bounty has helped me heal, given me purpose, and kept me connected to my mom and sister. This space isn’t just about stationery or self-care tools — it’s about building a community where kindness leads, healing happens, and every glittery soul feels seen and valued.

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Because at the end of the day, the love language of kindness changes everything —

and that’s the legacy I want to live and leave.

Love,

-K