Thank you all - and I hope OV finds some hope in my experience.
Yes. And thank you Mary. Shiloh was a special dog and can't possibly be replaced and I won't try. He was my companion through tumultuous times for me personally. It will be 4 years in July that I had to let him go on ahead. My hope is to adopt an older dog that has been surrendered by circumstance, just like me. No I'm not technically adopted except by my good friends.
I always feel a little guilty to think that there are one-in-a-million dogs. We are so fortunate if we experience those special bonds. But the next dog doesn't have to be as "good." With your help, the next dog will be the best dog it can be and that is a quiet wonder.
Having had a one-in-a-million dog with Tasha, it was a difficult adjustment to Middy, who was so very different. And then after Middy, Weezie. For some time I didn't think Middy was the "right" dog for me, and I certainly didn't think Weezie was right ... but I discovered with Middy, that I could become the right person for her, and now for Weezie too.
"and I certainly didn't think Weezie was right ... but I discovered with Middy, that I could become the right person for her, and now for Weezie too. "
That is a beautiful and powerful idea. I'll bet that 90+% of dog owners don't give much thought to changing who they are to accommodate their pet.
Thank you all - and I hope OV finds some hope in my experience.
Yes. And thank you Mary. Shiloh was a special dog and can't possibly be replaced and I won't try. He was my companion through tumultuous times for me personally. It will be 4 years in July that I had to let him go on ahead. My hope is to adopt an older dog that has been surrendered by circumstance, just like me. No I'm not technically adopted except by my good friends.
I always feel a little guilty to think that there are one-in-a-million dogs. We are so fortunate if we experience those special bonds. But the next dog doesn't have to be as "good." With your help, the next dog will be the best dog it can be and that is a quiet wonder.
Having had a one-in-a-million dog with Tasha, it was a difficult adjustment to Middy, who was so very different. And then after Middy, Weezie. For some time I didn't think Middy was the "right" dog for me, and I certainly didn't think Weezie was right ... but I discovered with Middy, that I could become the right person for her, and now for Weezie too.
Thank you all - and I hope OV finds some hope in my experience.
Yes. And thank you Mary. Shiloh was a special dog and can't possibly be replaced and I won't try. He was my companion through tumultuous times for me personally. It will be 4 years in July that I had to let him go on ahead. My hope is to adopt an older dog that has been surrendered by circumstance, just like me. No I'm not technically adopted except by my good friends.
I always feel a little guilty to think that there are one-in-a-million dogs. We are so fortunate if we experience those special bonds. But the next dog doesn't have to be as "good." With your help, the next dog will be the best dog it can be and that is a quiet wonder.
Having had a one-in-a-million dog with Tasha, it was a difficult adjustment to Middy, who was so very different. And then after Middy, Weezie. For some time I didn't think Middy was the "right" dog for me, and I certainly didn't think Weezie was right ... but I discovered with Middy, that I could become the right person for her, and now for Weezie too.
Thank you all - and I hope OV finds some hope in my experience.
Yes. And thank you Mary. Shiloh was a special dog and can't possibly be replaced and I won't try. He was my companion through tumultuous times for me personally. It will be 4 years in July that I had to let him go on ahead. My hope is to adopt an older dog that has been surrendered by circumstance, just like me. No I'm not technically adopted except by my good friends.
I always feel a little guilty to think that there are one-in-a-million dogs. We are so fortunate if we experience those special bonds. But the next dog doesn't have to be as "good." With your help, the next dog will be the best dog it can be and that is a quiet wonder.
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May 2, 2020 - 11:35am
oldviolin wrote:
maryte wrote:
Thank you all - and I hope OV finds some hope in my experience.
Yes. And thank you Mary. Shiloh was a special dog and can't possibly be replaced and I won't try. He was my companion through tumultuous times for me personally. It will be 4 years in July that I had to let him go on ahead. My hope is to adopt an older dog that has been surrendered by circumstance, just like me. No I'm not technically adopted except by my good friends.
Thank you all - and I hope OV finds some hope in my experience.
Yes. And thank you Mary. Shiloh was a special dog and can't possibly be replaced and I won't try. He was my companion through tumultuous times for me personally. It will be 4 years in July that I had to let him go on ahead. My hope is to adopt an older dog that has been surrendered by circumstance, just like me. No I'm not technically adopted except by my good friends.
Thank you all - and I hope OV finds some hope in my experience.
Yes. And thank you Mary. Shiloh was a special dog and can't possibly be replaced and I won't try. He was my companion through tumultuous times for me personally. It will be 4 years in July that I had to let him go on ahead. My hope is to adopt an older dog that has been surrendered by circumstance, just like me. No I'm not technically adopted except by my good friends.
Thank you all - and I hope OV finds some hope in my experience.
Yes. And thank you Mary. Shiloh was a special dog and can't possibly be replaced and I won't try. He was my companion through tumultuous times for me personally. It will be 4 years in July that I had to let him go on ahead. My hope is to adopt an older dog that has been surrendered by circumstance, just like me. No I'm not technically adopted except by my good friends.
I'm a special kind of geek. The sort that is perfectly happy doing monumentally boring, tedious projects that no one else wants anything to do with. That's why they keep me around.
Someone has to fix the Swingline staplers. Def a valuable skill.
A Very Long Time Ago, my ex and I lost two cats (~3 years old, brothers, one white, one black) in fairly short order to hepatic lipidosis. I was heartbroken and would visit a nearby vet to play with the hospice cats - because wouldn't it be easier to lose a furface whose timetable was already predetermined? This went on for six months to a year and, although I still missed them terribly, it didn't *hurt* quite as much. Then, one day, we stopped in to a pet store where we knew the owners. They were lovely people who primarily raised African Grey parrots, but would also take in miscellaneous cats and dogs to find them homes, much like a shelter. I was wandering around and stopped in front of a large-ish cage with a small-ish long-haired grey kitten who looked at me with one eyebrow raised, tapping his kitty-cat wrist where his kitty-cat watch would have been, as to say, "Lady, where the hell have you been?" So, of course, I took him home.
That was Percival, the only cat pure enough to find the Grail (my broken heart). He was mine, through and through, disappearing whenever anyone came in the house (he didn't even like the ex to pet him). He gave me 16 years and, even though I've had at least a half-dozen furfaces since, I will never forget him. I'm certain yours is starting to check his/her watch, wondering when The Day for you two will arrive.
A Very Long Time Ago, my ex and I lost two cats (~3 years old, brothers, one white, one black) in fairly short order to hepatic lipidosis. I was heartbroken and would visit a nearby vet to play with the hospice cats - because wouldn't it be easier to lose a furface whose timetable was already predetermined? This went on for six months to a year and, although I still missed them terribly, it didn't *hurt* quite as much. Then, one day, we stopped in to a pet store where we knew the owners. They were lovely people who primarily raised African Grey parrots, but would also take in miscellaneous cats and dogs to find them homes, much like a shelter. I was wandering around and stopped in front of a large-ish cage with a small-ish long-haired grey kitten who looked at me with one eyebrow raised, tapping his kitty-cat wrist where his kitty-cat watch would have been, as to say, "Lady, where the hell have you been?" So, of course, I took him home.
That was Percival, the only cat pure enough to find the Grail (my broken heart). He was mine, through and through, disappearing whenever anyone came in the house (he didn't even like the ex to pet him). He gave me 16 years and, even though I've had at least a half-dozen furfaces since, I will never forget him. I'm certain yours is starting to check his/her watch, wondering when The Day for you two will arrive.
A Very Long Time Ago, my ex and I lost two cats (~3 years old, brothers, one white, one black) in fairly short order to hepatic lipidosis. I was heartbroken and would visit a nearby vet to play with the hospice cats - because wouldn't it be easier to lose a furface whose timetable was already predetermined? This went on for six months to a year and, although I still missed them terribly, it didn't *hurt* quite as much. Then, one day, we stopped in to a pet store where we knew the owners. They were lovely people who primarily raised African Grey parrots, but would also take in miscellaneous cats and dogs to find them homes, much like a shelter. I was wandering around and stopped in front of a large-ish cage with a small-ish long-haired grey kitten who looked at me with one eyebrow raised, tapping his kitty-cat wrist where his kitty-cat watch would have been, as to say, "Lady, where the hell have you been?" So, of course, I took him home.
That was Percival, the only cat pure enough to find the Grail (my broken heart). He was mine, through and through, disappearing whenever anyone came in the house (he didn't even like the ex to pet him). He gave me 16 years and, even though I've had at least a half-dozen furfaces since, I will never forget him. I'm certain yours is starting to check his/her watch, wondering when The Day for you two will arrive.
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Apr 28, 2020 - 2:45pm
oldviolin wrote:
I wish my dog would hurry up and find me.
I'm positive he/she will...
A Very Long Time Ago, my ex and I lost two cats (~3 years old, brothers, one white, one black) in fairly short order to hepatic lipidosis. I was heartbroken and would visit a nearby vet to play with the hospice cats - because wouldn't it be easier to lose a furface whose timetable was already predetermined? This went on for six months to a year and, although I still missed them terribly, it didn't *hurt* quite as much. Then, one day, we stopped in to a pet store where we knew the owners. They were lovely people who primarily raised African Grey parrots, but would also take in miscellaneous cats and dogs to find them homes, much like a shelter. I was wandering around and stopped in front of a large-ish cage with a small-ish long-haired grey kitten who looked at me with one eyebrow raised, tapping his kitty-cat wrist where his kitty-cat watch would have been, as to say, "Lady, where the hell have you been?" So, of course, I took him home.
That was Percival, the only cat pure enough to find the Grail (my broken heart). He was mine, through and through, disappearing whenever anyone came in the house (he didn't even like the ex to pet him). He gave me 16 years and, even though I've had at least a half-dozen furfaces since, I will never forget him. I'm certain yours is starting to check his/her watch, wondering when The Day for you two will arrive.
I'm a special kind of geek. The sort that is perfectly happy doing monumentally boring, tedious projects that no one else wants anything to do with. That's why they keep me around.
