[OT] Denny - in memoriam
CBFalconer
He was a different dog. The worlds gentlest, and very eager to
please. He made me feel like an ogre by his reaction whenever I
got short with him. He was born in my house, but died in a
Veterinary hospital. The last thing he did was wag his tail, and
I felt his heart stop. He hadn't eaten for a week, nor drank for
two days, and even that he threw up. I first saw him as a two
inch long wet mouselike thing. I miss him.
Apologies for the OT, but maybe someone else will also remember
him some time.
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Brian MacBride
"CBFalconer" <cbfal...@yahoo.com> wrote in message
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> I just killed my 18 year old dog.
>
> He was a different dog. The worlds gentlest, and very eager to
> please. He made me feel like an ogre by his reaction whenever I
> got short with him. He was born in my house, but died in a
> Veterinary hospital. The last thing he did was wag his tail, and
> I felt his heart stop. He hadn't eaten for a week, nor drank for
> two days, and even that he threw up. I first saw him as a two
> inch long wet mouselike thing. I miss him.
>
> Apologies for the OT, but maybe someone else will also remember
> him some time.
>
My deepest sympathies.
Sincerely,
Brian
willem veenhoven
>
> I just killed my 18 year old dog.
But one day you'll realize that you did not kill him ...
> He was a different dog. The worlds gentlest, and very eager
> to please.
He could not possibly have been the world's gentlest dog,
because that dog was mine. I guess we all feel the same :)
> He made me feel like an ogre by his reaction whenever I
> got short with him. He was born in my house, but died in a
> Veterinary hospital. The last thing he did was wag his tail,
> and I felt his heart stop. He hadn't eaten for a week, nor
> drank for two days, and even that he threw up. I first saw
> him as a two inch long wet mouselike thing. I miss him.
I know how you must be feeling. Our Labrador died almost two
years ago in the same circumstances at the age of 15, which is
old for that breed. I still miss him, too. Please accept my
condolences for your loss today.
willem
shaficron
you pain...
But I love dogs...
And so I offer my most sincere and deepest sympathies...
.:shaficron:.
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Peter Seebach
CBFalconer <cbfal...@worldnet.att.net> wrote:
>Apologies for the OT, but maybe someone else will also remember
>him some time.
Doesn't seem entirely off-topic to me. I generally see newsgroups as
communities, and the occasional post that isn't about the charter is still
perfectly appropriate.
Anyway, at least so far as alt.folklore.computers is concerned, dogs of
computer people are quite topical.
You have my sympathies. It's never seemed entirely fair to me that pets
don't live as long as we do.
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>
> I just killed my 18 year old dog.
No. Don't say that, you'll only cause yourself more pain.
I've lost two dogs due to illness; in both cases, even more sadly, they
had barely reached their prime, let alone reaching old age. So I can
both sympathize and empathize.
>
> He was a different dog. The worlds gentlest, and very eager to
> please. He made me feel like an ogre by his reaction whenever I
> got short with him. He was born in my house, but died in a
> Veterinary hospital. The last thing he did was wag his tail, and
> I felt his heart stop. He hadn't eaten for a week, nor drank for
> two days, and even that he threw up. I first saw him as a two
> inch long wet mouselike thing. I miss him.
It may be small solace, but think of it this way: the last wag was
saying, "Thanks for everything. Gotta go. I just can't be a dog
anymore." (I'm getting teary thinking about it).
>
> Apologies for the OT, but maybe someone else will also remember
> him some time.
I wish you peace...and a new dog. Not a replacement, but a whole new set
of experiences.
Cheers,
--ag
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anon...@bogus_address.con
On 2002-01-31 cbfal...@worldnet.att.net said:
>I just killed my 18 year old dog.
>
>He was a different dog. The worlds gentlest, and very eager to
>please. He made me feel like an ogre by his reaction whenever I
>got short with him. He was born in my house, but died in a
>Veterinary hospital. The last thing he did was wag his tail, and
>I felt his heart stop. He hadn't eaten for a week, nor drank for
>two days, and even that he threw up. I first saw him as a two
>inch long wet mouselike thing. I miss him.
>
>Apologies for the OT, but maybe someone else will also remember
>him some time.
Condolences on the loss of your family member.
Ross Simpson
> I just killed my 18 year old dog.
>
> He was a different dog. The worlds gentlest, and very eager to
> please. He made me feel like an ogre by his reaction whenever I
> got short with him. He was born in my house, but died in a
> Veterinary hospital. The last thing he did was wag his tail, and
> I felt his heart stop. He hadn't eaten for a week, nor drank for
> two days, and even that he threw up. I first saw him as a two
> inch long wet mouselike thing. I miss him.
Oh dear. Sorry 'bout the loss. I'll Hope for the best.
Ross.
Don Quixote
>He was a different dog. The worlds gentlest, and very eager to
>please.
And you did the last, best, thing for him that you could.
Duncan Bayne
> I just killed my 18 year old dog.
By the sounds of it, you simply put him out of his misery. That's an
honourable altruistic act, not simply an act of killing.
> He was a different dog. The worlds gentlest, and very eager to
> please. He made me feel like an ogre by his reaction whenever I
> got short with him. He was born in my house, but died in a
> Veterinary hospital. The last thing he did was wag his tail, and
> I felt his heart stop. He hadn't eaten for a week, nor drank for
> two days, and even that he threw up. I first saw him as a two
> inch long wet mouselike thing. I miss him.
I know it's a cliche, but it'll hurt less with time. It won't get any less
emotional (in my experience) but those emotions will be primarily happy
memories.
> Apologies for the OT, but maybe someone else will also remember
> him some time.
I believe many people will, myself for one. My condolences to you.
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Mike Copeland
> I just killed my 18 year old dog.
>
> He was a different dog. The worlds gentlest, and very eager to
> please. He made me feel like an ogre by his reaction whenever I
> got short with him. He was born in my house, but died in a
> Veterinary hospital. The last thing he did was wag his tail, and
> I felt his heart stop. He hadn't eaten for a week, nor drank for
> two days, and even that he threw up. I first saw him as a two
> inch long wet mouselike thing. I miss him.
Charles, as you truly cared/loved your dog, you surely didn't "kill"
him - you put him to sleep. That's what many of us humans/owners/masters
have done to favored pets, and it's the humane thing to do at some point.
However, it's about the toughest duty we have - when it's called for -
because it feels so much like a betrayal of our care and love. It's just
awful, and we are inconsolable when we've done it.
I did it, myself, 15 months ago, to/for our marvelous pug, a pet who'd
given us endless love and devotion. When she developed a problem in her
spine, we spared no expense to have neurological surgery attempted - but
it did no good. She slowly lost all ability to stand up, and she was
reduced to drag her hindquarters - with an eventual loss of bowel and
bladder control. She never lost her wonderful spirit, though, but she
couldn't follow us upstairs and had to be carried. Finally, we took the
advice of our vet (they have the ugliest duty at these times) and put her
to sleep.
I was there while it was done, and the vet left us to cry for as long
as we needed. It couldn't have been more gentle and peaceful, but it's
nonetheless very difficult for me to recall the moments even now, months
later.
So I understand, sympathize, and empathize. You are not alone in your
feelings, as many have trod this horrible path. Ultimately, you will
most likely come to believe it was the right thing to do, as well the the
appropriate time.
My thoughts are with you in your grief and loss.
Ron Strom
>
> He was a different dog. The worlds gentlest, and very eager to
> please. He made me feel like an ogre by his reaction whenever I
> got short with him. He was born in my house, but died in a
> Veterinary hospital. The last thing he did was wag his tail, and
> I felt his heart stop. He hadn't eaten for a week, nor drank for
> two days, and even that he threw up. I first saw him as a two
> inch long wet mouselike thing. I miss him.
>
> Apologies for the OT, but maybe someone else will also remember
> him some time.
>
I can empathize as I also lost my 20 year old German Sheaprd and Corgi
mix a while back in a vet clinic and watched him wink at me as he passed.
He now rests in a pet cemetery not far from us and the family and our two
young Cardigan Corgis visit often.
After the grieving period please acquire another true friend to share
lives with. You will not regret it even if you have to maybe do it all
again someday.
Ron
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The Power of the Dog
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
But when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your hearts to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie -
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.
When the fourteen years that nature permits,
Are closing in asthma, or tumor, or fits,
And the Vet's unspoken prescription runs
to lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find - it's your own affair
But - you've given your heart to a dog to tear.
We've sorrow enough in the natural way
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent
At compound interest of cent per cent,
For when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short time loan is as bad as a long -
So why in Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
When the body that lived at your single will,
When the whimper of welcome is stilled
(HOW STILL!)
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone - wherever it goes - for good,
You soon discover how much you care,
And give your heart to a NEW dog to tear.
RUDYARD KIPLING
Larry Sonderling
You performed a kind and loving service to your friend. You have my
sympathies.
Larry
"CBFalconer" <cbfal...@yahoo.com> wrote in message
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William D. Tallman
> I just killed my 18 year old dog.
Not an appropriate usage of the word 'kill', I think. Killing happens to
life that would not otherwise have died. What you did for your dog was far
more humane than we do for our own kind. You simply put your beloved dog's
interests before your own. Kudos!
> He was a different dog. The worlds gentlest, and very eager to
> please. He made me feel like an ogre by his reaction whenever I
> got short with him. He was born in my house, but died in a
> Veterinary hospital. The last thing he did was wag his tail, and
> I felt his heart stop. He hadn't eaten for a week, nor drank for
> two days, and even that he threw up. I first saw him as a two
> inch long wet mouselike thing. I miss him.
Although our world of "scientific rationality" guides us most of the time
(so we'd like to believe...), this part of life is beyond that world's
reach. If you now find yourself experiencing his presence, like just
outside your vision, or a familiar sound "surely misinterpreted", suspend
that rationality and accept those events without criticism. He may indeed
be present; you cannot know that he is not. If this happens, just let it
be for you an assurance that you did the right thing, that he is making the
effort to tell you so in some way.
> Apologies for the OT, but maybe someone else will also remember
> him some time.
As a newbie, I'm not in a position to determine topicality here, but I
gotta say that for all the advertised crustiness, etc., this NG is
inhabited by some damn fine people. Surely he will be remembered as a part
of you.
My condolences, sir!
Bill Tallman
Joe Pfeiffer
> CBFalconer wrote:
> >
> > I just killed my 18 year old dog.
I missed the original post... but while that might be technically
accurate, that's not the way to think of it. Your performed the last,
loving service, for your best friend.
My retired hunting partner (the sweetest golden retriever who ever
lived -- and that's a strong statement considering goldens' legendary
temperament) is only 10, but has really bad arthritis. I worry about
how much longer she has...
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>
> I just killed my 18 year old dog.
>
> He was a different dog. The worlds gentlest, and very eager to
> please. He made me feel like an ogre by his reaction whenever I
> got short with him. He was born in my house, but died in a
> Veterinary hospital. The last thing he did was wag his tail, and
> I felt his heart stop. He hadn't eaten for a week, nor drank for
> two days, and even that he threw up. I first saw him as a two
> inch long wet mouselike thing. I miss him.
>
> Apologies for the OT, but maybe someone else will also remember
> him some time.
That you have lost a friend is cause for sadness indeed, and you have my
deepest sympathy. Denny will thank you for having the courage to do the
Right Thing for him. The decision you had to make - ending life to end
pain - is the most difficult decision any of us can make. May God bring
you reassurance that you made the right choice.
There is no need for a friend to apologise to his friends at moments
like these.
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Mark McIntyre
wrote:
>I just killed my 18 year old dog.
Thats a good age for a dog.
>He was a different dog. The worlds gentlest, and very eager to
>please. He made me feel like an ogre by his reaction whenever I
>got short with him. He was born in my house, but died in a
>Veterinary hospital. The last thing he did was wag his tail, and
>I felt his heart stop. He hadn't eaten for a week, nor drank for
>two days, and even that he threw up. I first saw him as a two
>inch long wet mouselike thing. I miss him.
My sympathies.
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Jason King
First, my condolences on your loss.
Second, the OT is not a problem.
Third, as many folks have already said you didn't kill your dog.
For perspective, just do the "on the other foot" test.
If you were starving and dehydrating and nothing could be done to get
you back to eating and drinking would you rather suffer a day or two
longer or have the pain end. Were I in that position I would hope I had
a friend to help me out. I'm sure Denny felt the same way.
Rob Sykes
@yahoo.com:
> I just killed my 18 year old dog.
>
> He was a different dog. The worlds gentlest, and very eager to
> please. He made me feel like an ogre by his reaction whenever I
> got short with him. He was born in my house, but died in a
> Veterinary hospital. The last thing he did was wag his tail, and
> I felt his heart stop. He hadn't eaten for a week, nor drank for
> two days, and even that he threw up. I first saw him as a two
> inch long wet mouselike thing. I miss him.
>
Denny couldn't make the decision, so it was left to his best friend.
It won't make your pain any easier to manage at the moment, but you
must remember that he is now free from suffering and that was your
final gift to him.
>
> Apologies for the OT, but maybe someone else will also remember
> him some time.
>
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There is a bridge connecting heaven and earth; it is called the
rainbow bridge, because of its many colors. Just this side of
the rainbow bridge, there is a land of meadows, hills and valleys
with lush green grass.
When a beloved pet dies, the pet goes to this place. There is
always food and water, and warm spring weather. The old and
frail animals are young again. Those who are maimed are made
whole again. They play all day with each other. There is only
one thing missing. They are not with their special person who
loved them on earth.
So each day they run and play until the day comes when one
suddenly stops playing and looks up. The nose twitches, the
ears are up, the eyes are staring. Then this one suddenly
runs from the group.
You have been seen, and when you and your special friend meet,
you take him or her in your arms and embrace. Your face is
kissed again and again and again, and you look once more into
the trusting eyes of your pet.
Then you cross the RAINBOW BRIDGE together, never again to be
separated.............
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If you can start the day without caffeine,
If you can get going without pep pills,
If you can always be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains,
If you can resist complaining and boring people with your troubles,
If you can eat the same food every day and be grateful for it,
If you can understand when your loved ones are too busy to give
you any time,
If you can overlook it when those you love take it out on you when,
through no fault of yours, when something goes wrong,
If you can take criticism and blame without resentment,
If you can ignore a friend’s limited education and never correct him,
If you can resist treating a rich friend better than a poor friend,
If you can face the world without lies and deceit,
If you can conquer tension without medical help,
If you can relax without liquor,
If you can sleep without the aid of drugs,
If you can say honestly that deep in your heart you have no prejudice
against creed, color, religion or politics,
Then, my friend, you are almost as good as your dog.
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For those interested, there's a few others on my dog's site. I need
to fix up how they display in some browsers, but the content is there.
Programmer Dude
> It's never seemed entirely fair to me that pets don't live as long
> as we do.
I know. And yet... they teach us to love now, today; they teach us
that the passing moments are precious; they teach us about unconditional
love;... and they teach us about loss.
The gift of a dog is a wonderful thing.
Programmer Dude
==============
Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world
is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your
hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more
quickly teach me the things you would have me do.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music,
as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your
footstep falls upon my waiting ear.
When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a
domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements. And I
ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet
beside the hearth. Though had you no home, I would rather follow
you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in
the warmest home in all the land, for you are my god and I am
your devoted worshiper.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not
reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst.
Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and
do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing
and able to protect you with my life should your life be in danger.
And, beloved master, should the great Master see fit to deprive
me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather
hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful
boon of eternal rest-- and I will leave you knowing with the last
breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
by Beth Norman Harris
Programmer Dude
the many responses and fellow dog lovers, I thought I'd share these
with the rest of you. Several posts follow...
The Best Place To Bury A Dog
============================
But there is one best place to bury a dog.
If you bury him in this spot, he will come to you when you
call - come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death,
and down the well remembered path to your side again. And
though you call a dozen living dogs to heel they shall not
growl at him nor resent his coming, for he belongs there.
People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass
bent by his footfall, who hear no whimper, people who may
never really have had a dog. Smile at them, for you shall
know something that is hidden from them.
The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of
his master.
by Kip Farrington Jr.
dnahlhytbhy
Charlie Gibbs
(CBFalconer) writes:
>I just killed my 18 year old dog.
Don't say that. You let him go. It was time.
I went through the same with my 15-year-old cat a couple of years ago.
For a month afterwards I had a reminder of her in the finger that took
that long to heal after she sunk her teeth into it during her last
seizure. But the vet calmed her, and relieved the fear I know she
felt whenever the seizures came. In the end I just stared into her
eyes, and knew the instant when she was gone.
My condolences for your loss. I know you'll never replace him, even
if you find another dog - but you'll have memories to treasure forever.
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Teknical
in letting a trusted friend (both a 13 year old Great Dane who had cancer,
and a 19 year old large tomcat who was simply to arthritic to move any
longer without severe pain).
Second, I'm impressed by the sensitivity and eloquence expressed by the
readers of this newsgroup. It's nice to see compassion and understanding
from the usnet community..
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Steve O'Hara-Smith
C> I just killed my 18 year old dog.
I was going to send some good words, but I see they have been
said. I know the feeling all too well, I will probably always miss Tess.
My condolonces to you.
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>
> I shared what I'm about to post with Chuck by email, but after seeing
> the many responses and fellow dog lovers, I thought I'd share these
> with the rest of you. Several posts follow...
>
> The Best Place To Bury A Dog
> ============================
> But there is one best place to bury a dog.
>
>
Okay, we should have the *entire* poem here, if we must have it
at all. I can *not* read this without a box of tissues in hand...
------------------
The Best Place to Bury a Dog
============================
We are thinking now of a setter,
whose coat was flame in the sunshine and who,
so far as we are aware,
never entertained a mean or unworthy thought.
This setter is buried beneath a cherry tree,
under four feet of garden loam,
and at its proper season the cherry tree
strews petals on the green lawn of his grave.
Beneath a cherry tree, or an apple,
or any flowering shrub of the garden,
is an excellent place to bury a dog.
Beneath such trees, such shrubs,
he slept in the drowsy summer,
or gnawed at a flavored bone,
or lifted his head to challenge
some strange intruder.
These are good places, in life or in death.
Yet it is a small matter, and it touches sentiment
more than anything else.
For if the dog be well remembered,
if sometimes he leaps through
your dreams actual as in life,
eyes kindling, questing, asking, laughing, begging,
it matters not at all where that
dog sleeps and at last.
On a hill where the wind is unrebuked,
and the trees are roaring,
or beside a stream he knew in puppyhood,
or somewhere in the flatness of a pasture land,
where most exhilarating cattle graze.
It is all one to the dog, and all one to you,
and nothing is gained, and nothing is lost -
if memory lives.
But there is one best place to bury a dog.
One place that is best of all.
There is one best place to bury a dog.
If you bury him in this spot, he will
come to you when you call -
come to you over the grim, dim frontier
of death, and down the well-remembered
path, and to your side again.
And though you call a dozen living
dogs to heel, they shall not growl at
him, nor resent his coming,
for he belongs there.
People may scoff at you, who see
no lightest blade of grass bent by his
footfall, who hear no whimper, people
who may never really have had a dog.
Smile at them, for you shall know
something that is hidden from them,
and which is well worth the knowing.
The one best place to bury a good
dog is in the heart of his master.
By Ben Hur Lampman from the Portland Oregonian Sept. 11, 1925
[AKA "If A Dog Be Well Remembered"]
[AKA "Where TO Bury A Dog"]
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Richard Steiner
CBFalconer <cbfal...@yahoo.com> spake unto us, saying:
>I just killed my 18 year old dog.
It's very sad when one has to do something like that. :-(
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>
... snipped ...
Thanks to all. I never expected such an outpouring of mail, both
direct and on USENET. I really just wanted to wail somewhere.
Denny was the second really special dog I have owned, or
vice-versa. One of my daughters also has a special dog, and she
(the dog) is almost as old as Denny was. One of mine was
pure-bred, but Denny was a mutt. Looked just like a half-height
bearded collie, but nowhere near as peculiar.
I guess one of my problems is that I am not really sure he wanted
to go yet.
jmfb...@aol.com
CBFalconer <cbfal...@yahoo.com> wrote:
>CBFalconer wrote:
>>
>.... snipped ...
>
>Thanks to all. I never expected such an outpouring of mail, both
>direct and on USENET. I really just wanted to wail somewhere.
>Denny was the second really special dog I have owned, or
>vice-versa. One of my daughters also has a special dog, and she
>(the dog) is almost as old as Denny was. One of mine was
>pure-bred, but Denny was a mutt. Looked just like a half-height
>bearded collie, but nowhere near as peculiar.
>
>I guess one of my problems is that I am not really sure he wanted
>to go yet.
That is the difficult part and is a part of the decision you
had to make. Don't second guess yourself. You did the best
you could with the information you had. I believe it is worse
to have to allow long, painful dying.
/BAH
Subtract a hundred and four for e-mail.
Al Dunbar
>
> I just killed my 18 year old dog.
>
> He was a different dog. The worlds gentlest, and very eager to
> please. He made me feel like an ogre by his reaction whenever I
> got short with him. He was born in my house, but died in a
> Veterinary hospital. The last thing he did was wag his tail, and
> I felt his heart stop. He hadn't eaten for a week, nor drank for
> two days, and even that he threw up. I first saw him as a two
> inch long wet mouselike thing. I miss him.
>
> Apologies for the OT, but maybe someone else will also remember
> him some time.
You may feel badly about what you had to do, but we all know that he would
love you no less for it.
All of the replies about the nature of dogs reminds me of the conversation I
had with my dog Mickey when I got home from work on September 11th this past
year (actually, now that I think of it, it was kind of a one-sided
conversation): "at times like this your species looks pretty darned
intelligent".
/Al
Brian MacBride
"Al Dunbar" <Luigi...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
news:TIY68.11889$Jq.5...@news2.calgary.shaw.ca...
I dunno, I overheard a conversation my dog had with Mr. Skunk a while back.
"Ok, Mr. Skunk, you won that one. But I'll meet you here, in the back
yard, next week and we'll go at it again for best two out of three."
You guessed it...
Regards,
Brian
Al Dunbar
"Brian MacBride" <macb...@ix.netcom.com> wrote in message
news:a3hoo6$17visj$1...@ID-26770.news.dfncis.de...
LOL.
But my point was not that the dog species had suddenly gained significantly
in IQ. There just seems a certain intelligence in being dumb enough to be
unlikely to obliterate one's own species.
/Al
Rick Campbell
similar circumstances......
Rick Campbell
"CBFalconer" <cbfal...@yahoo.com> wrote in message
news:3C59AAE4...@yahoo.com...
> I just killed my 18 year old dog.
>
> He was a different dog. The worlds gentlest, and very eager to
> please. He made me feel like an ogre by his reaction whenever I
> got short with him. He was born in my house, but died in a
> Veterinary hospital. The last thing he did was wag his tail, and
> I felt his heart stop. He hadn't eaten for a week, nor drank for
> two days, and even that he threw up. I first saw him as a two
> inch long wet mouselike thing. I miss him.
>
> Apologies for the OT, but maybe someone else will also remember
> him some time.
>
joey...@volcanomail.com
me too
apologies for the OT
--
b@l
benoi...@wanadoo.fr
Peter Seebach
CBFalconer <cbfal...@worldnet.att.net> wrote:
>Thanks to all. I never expected such an outpouring of mail, both
>direct and on USENET. I really just wanted to wail somewhere.
Hey, thank you. After I read your post, I went and found my cat, who is
getting on in years, and I curled up with a cat and a video game for half
an hour. He just sat and purred.
You reminded me to spend some time with one of my best friends. How can I
complain?
-s
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Kelsey Bjarnason
> I just killed my 18 year old dog.
>
> He was a different dog. The worlds gentlest, and very eager to please.
> He made me feel like an ogre by his reaction whenever I got short with
> him. He was born in my house, but died in a Veterinary hospital. The
> last thing he did was wag his tail, and I felt his heart stop. He
> hadn't eaten for a week, nor drank for two days, and even that he threw
> up. I first saw him as a two inch long wet mouselike thing. I miss
> him.
>
> Apologies for the OT, but maybe someone else will also remember him some
> time.
>
Ya know, there are times when topicality can just go right to hell.
My deepest sympathies.
However, a comment. If he was 18, it sounds like he had a hell of a good
run for a dog. Further, from the sounds of it, you're a concerned,
caring owner who took care of him, trained him, walked him, comforted him
when he was hurt or scared, played with him and, in short, provided him a
good and happy life.
It also sounds like you didn't kill him, but gave him a merciful end
without undue suffering - you helped him put a gentle end to a long and
happy life, you helped him die the way you helped him live, with love and
compassion and sympathy. A dog - or a person - could ask no more of
those who love him.
All dogs should be so lucky to have people such as you to care for them.
Kelsey Bjarnason
On Fri, 01 Feb 2002 08:22:14 -0800, Programmer Dude wrote:
>
> Then, my friend, you are almost as good as your dog.
"Grant me the strength to be the person my dog thinks I am."
Trite, perhaps, but if we were the people our dogs thought we were, we
would likely be *much* better people than we are.
Kelsey Bjarnason
> CBFalconer wrote:
>>
> ... snipped ...
>
> Thanks to all. I never expected such an outpouring of mail, both direct
> and on USENET. I really just wanted to wail somewhere. Denny was the
> second really special dog I have owned, or vice-versa. One of my
> daughters also has a special dog, and she (the dog) is almost as old as
> Denny was. One of mine was pure-bred, but Denny was a mutt. Looked
> just like a half-height bearded collie, but nowhere near as peculiar.
>
> I guess one of my problems is that I am not really sure he wanted to go
> yet.
>
You didn't post many details, but those you did post suggested he was at
his end - very old for a dog, not eating, not even drinking. How long
could he last without food and water? Perhaps a week? Perhaps longer?
And each day that goes by he would be more and more miserable, suffering
more, no longer the happy, playful companion you knew, but instead a
scared animal in misery.
You knew that would happen to him. You did what had to be done because
you knew it was the end, so your choices were to let him suffer, or do
for him, out of your love for him, what he could not do for himself.
You did what needed to be done, you did it because you love him, you
acted with his best interests at heart, and you caused yourself to suffer
rather than to let him suffer.
What more could he have asked from you?
Programmer Dude
> Okay, we should have the *entire* poem here, if we must have it
> at all. I can *not* read this without a box of tissues in hand...
>
> The Best Place to Bury a Dog
Wonderful!! I didn't realize there WAS a greater poem! Thanks!!
Programmer Dude
> I guess one of my problems is that I am not really sure he wanted
> to go yet.
That's always one of the hardest parts. Often, if they've been ill
and unable to do things they used to, the ride in the car perks them
up, and your heart breaks and you wonder, "Am I doing this too soon??"
From what you described about his last weeks, it sounds like you made
a good--but very difficult--choice. You cherished him. And you did
right by him.
Programmer Dude
> You reminded me to spend some time with one of my best friends. How
> can I complain?
Ditto. I've been spending a lot more time with my friend, too.
willem veenhoven
>
> Peter Seebach wrote:
>
> > You reminded me to spend some time with one of my best
> > friends. How can I complain?
>
> Ditto. I've been spending a lot more time with my friend, too.
Ever since Chuck posted his message, I've been contemplating
to get us a new dog myself :)
willem
Andy Carlson
CBFalconer <cbfal...@yahoo.com> writes:
>I just killed my 18 year old dog.
>
>He was a different dog. The worlds gentlest, and very eager to
>please. He made me feel like an ogre by his reaction whenever I
>got short with him. He was born in my house, but died in a
>Veterinary hospital. The last thing he did was wag his tail, and
>I felt his heart stop. He hadn't eaten for a week, nor drank for
>two days, and even that he threw up. I first saw him as a two
>inch long wet mouselike thing. I miss him.
>
>Apologies for the OT, but maybe someone else will also remember
>him some time.
>
Deciding the right time to let go of our furry little loved ones is
one of the hardest things we have to do. Remember the love he and
you shared. My sincerest condolences in your loss.
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Al Dunbar
"Andy Carlson" <an...@andyc.carenet.org> wrote in message
news:be835a...@andyc.carenet.org...
> In article <3C59AAE4...@yahoo.com>,
> CBFalconer <cbfal...@yahoo.com> writes:
> >I just killed my 18 year old dog.
> >
> >He was a different dog. The worlds gentlest, and very eager to
> >please. He made me feel like an ogre by his reaction whenever I
> >got short with him. He was born in my house, but died in a
> >Veterinary hospital. The last thing he did was wag his tail, and
> >I felt his heart stop. He hadn't eaten for a week, nor drank for
> >two days, and even that he threw up. I first saw him as a two
> >inch long wet mouselike thing. I miss him.
> >
> >Apologies for the OT, but maybe someone else will also remember
> >him some time.
> >
>
> Deciding the right time to let go of our furry little loved ones is
> one of the hardest things we have to do. Remember the love he and
> you shared. My sincerest condolences in your loss.
Cool sig, btw. Continuing with the theme of our furry little friends, I
realized a few weeks ago that my stress level has gone up at work lately. I
now have a photo of my bichon frise in a playful pose as my wallpaper. When
I start feeling stressed, I just minimize everything and look at him for a
few seconds, and I can't help smiling back at him.
/Al