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Well, B, I lost my other sixteen year old cat today.
Sam , I blogged about hiom, the one who got caught by his head in the garage door.
Diabetes and old age got him at last.
Here's hoping your Makeda is at peace, whether with you or her maker.
posted by
majroj
on May 5, 2005 at 10:24 PM
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My heart is with you
I am here if you ever need to talk. I lost a few of my babies through the years. Just remember the good memories you had with your beloved pet. Know that she was loved and returned the love to you.
Di
posted by
Dseacrest
on May 4, 2005 at 12:33 PM
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They do Wetzel, give more, don't they, because they don't weigh their
gifts before giving them, they don't worry over the implications of actions before acting; their spontaneity makes them more real than we could ever plan or hope or script ourselves to be in our most heartfelt movie scene of any one moment.
I prefer my dog pack to my neighborhood at this moment in time. I trust them more and can count on them to be decent each day and trust them to look out for my interests even before their own, a priceless gift in today's world.
posted by
benzinha
on April 4, 2005 at 10:40 AM
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Had to put down my old dog Sam in December. Buried him on the back of the property, with a windchime and some flowers. His sister, Sophie, and I visit often. There are friends and there are friends, none so faithful as our pets. They give us much more than we give them.
posted by
Wetzel
on April 1, 2005 at 6:52 PM
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I have one more thing to share with you...
My Life in the Veterinary Field- Lessons About the Human-Animal Bond
You might find comfort in this post. 
posted by
SpitFire70
on March 30, 2005 at 12:13 AM
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benzinha,
I'm so very, very sorry that you're sweet doggie has grown old and is soon to leave this world. I quite certainly teared up when reading about talking to her about her puppy moments and your memories with her. Even after she has left your sight, (damn, I cry as I type this) she will forever be with you in spirit. I can still sense my sweet pony-dog, Britt around. I miss her terribly, still, even after 5 months. But, it does get easier in time. You will never get over the loss of her, but you will get through it. And, you'll always have those sweet puppy moments and all the memories to hold in your heart. She'll be waiting for you on the other side when your time comes.
posted by
SpitFire70
on March 29, 2005 at 11:48 PM
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maj, your step grandmother's cousin's dog sounds like a really good
companion. Team work, the best kind of work most days. Great story. Thanks.
I cut Makeda's nails yesterday, deciding that if she wasn't to die, she needed to walk more comfortably. Her nails had grown Princess long and she rarely stood.
Now I make her stand and walk all day when I can and I did a Bugs Bunny manicure session with her. Have you ever seen Bugs doing a manicurist? He's wonderful, gossiping and all. I did that and cracked myself up, reassuring Makeda in the process, that all was well.
Autumn worried the whole time I did Makeda's and cried in fake pain a lot when I did her nails. Big scaredy cat. She didn't appreciate my Bugs imitation. Today, when I call her, she hides from me.
posted by
benzinha
on March 27, 2005 at 1:13 PM
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Littlemspickles, I pray for her to die in her sleep and save me, my heart.
posted by
benzinha
on March 27, 2005 at 1:05 PM
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Have I told you about my step grandmother's cousin's dog?
(No, really...)
We went visit her up in the Ozarks in 1969, at the top of her gravel road in her light brown brick house on it's little manicured lawn on a hill in the woods. She was probably about seventy, and lived with her little mixed breed dog. Each morning, it daily would go out, do it's toilet, then alert her mistress to any copperheads, rattlers or cottonmouths in the yard or the garden, which her mistress would go out and dispatch with a sharp hoe.
posted by
majroj
on March 27, 2005 at 7:43 AM
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Take care and I hope that when Makeda goes, she goes in peace...
posted by
littlemspickles
on March 26, 2005 at 9:40 PM
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HolyGrail, your Monatana and my Makeda are our rarest gift, right now.
We are offered their lives for precious little time now, and should just soak up life with them while we can, no? I am so sorry for us and our doggies. But, life was good with them until now and those memories have been some of my favorites on Earth. Life is good. Life is precious.
posted by
benzinha
on March 25, 2005 at 8:48 PM
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That was so lovely! I decided that while I am waiting to finally get a definite answer about Montana's possible bladder cancer, I will just try to relax and enjoy every fine day I have with him. I take him to do the things he likes to do while he can still do them.
posted by
Holy_Grail
on March 25, 2005 at 7:22 PM
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