Sorry for your loss!
Thank you FJ
I'm so sorry, Lisa. I know you love your animals. As Queen Elizabeth II of Britain said, "Grief is the price we pay for love."Yes, and life without love wouldn't be life at all, would it? So, I guess grief must be a good thing, even though we always do everything possible to avoid it.Angus was very lucky to have been adopted by you.
Thank you so much FT .It is really hard with pets. When we are ready we will adopt another
Sorry for you loss Lisa. We had two cats who each lived19 years and the words of the only Vet they ever knew helped us......"you gave them a good life." Im positive the same words hold true about you.
Good man, Rusty! And what you said here reveals who you really are at heart. My father said we can measure a person's character best by the way they treat animals. "You don't want to have anything to do with someone who dislikes or mistreats dogs and cats," he said.His words got through to me as a little kid, and have said with me ever since.Good day to you, and again my heart goes out to Lisa in the loss of her friend.
Thank you Rusty for those kind words
Those are such true words FT. Thank you again
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Im so very sorry for your lose Lisa. I can REALLY feel your pain, as Ive been there..
Thank you IMO ,much appreciated
So sorry Lisa on your loss of a faithful friend and loved one
Thank you RN . I appreciate that
Lisa, Angie knew how lucky he was every day you had him.
Thank you RR. That is very kind
My thoughts are with you today Lisa.
Thank you so much U
This is my very favorite of all the poems ever written about dogs. It shows DorothyParker, best know for her sharp, sarcastic wit, really had a great heart and a loving disposition after all. It manages to be both funny and very touching at the same time –– no small feat. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have, Lisa:________ Verse For a Certain Dog ________Such glorious faith as fills your limpid eyes,
Dear little friend of mine, I never knew.
All-innocent are you, and yet all-wise.
For Heaven's sake, stop worrying that shoe!)
You look about, and all you see is fair;
This mighty globe was made for you alone.
Of all the thunderous ages, you're the heir.
(Get off the pillow with that dirty bone!)
A skeptic world you face with steady gaze;
High in young pride you hold your noble head,
Gayly you meet the rush of roaring days.
(Must you eat puppy biscuit on the bed?)
Lancelike your courage, gleaming swift and strong,
Yours the white rapture of a winged soul,
Yours is a spirit like a Mayday song.
(God help you, if you break the goldfish bowl!)
"Whatever is, is good" - your gracious creed.
You wear your joy of living like a crown.
Love lights your simplest act, your every deed.
(Drop it, I tell you –– put that kitten down!)
You are God's kindliest gift of all –– a friend.
Your shining loyalty unflecked by doubt,
You ask but leave to follow to the end.
(Couldn't you wait until I took you out?)~ Dorothy Parker (1893-1967)
That is great FT. Thank you for sharing
I'm happy you like it, Lisa. I've read just about everything Dorothy Parker ever wrote, and have learned the image we've been given of her as a bitchy, wisecracking dame with a penchant for cutting others down to size is only a small part of who she really was. Yes she was a socialist, but that was because she was genuinely moved by the plight of the less fortunate, and those who truly suffer through no fault of their own. Parker's motives were good, even if the solution she advocated was only compounded the problems she wanted to alleviate. Many liberals are good-hearted in that way. Even as we oppose their policies, we shouldn't vilify them as though all of them were scheming, hate-filled demons.
Ah Hell. So sorry to hear you lost a family member. He looks like he was a joy. May you meet again someday.
Thank you Kid . We will really miss his antics. He was quite the character. Was difficult watching him decline
Sorry for the loss of your pet, Lisa.
Thank you Ducky.We sure do miss him
During the past administration, conservatives were called every nasty epithet in the book simply for expressing their opinions. Hillary Clinton proudly upheld this tradition with a deplorable message that resounded loudly among Republicans; and that message was, “I don’t give a [bleep] about any of you.”As one person put it, “Hillary called us Deplorables. Bill called us Clingers. Bernie called us rednecks. BLM calls us racists. Obama called us Dhimmis. Trump called us Americans!”The past eight years showed us what happens when special-interest pandering supersedes constitutional God-given rights. The truth of the matter is people – even most so-called liberals – don’t like being bullied. They don’t like it when businesses such as pizza parlors and florists and bakeries and photographers are dragged through hell for no other reason than a differing opinion. They don’t like it when everyone from their preschooler to their elderly grandma is called a racist just … well, because. They don’t like it when their young daughters are forced to share a restroom with a hairy-legged man who “feels” like a woman that day. They don’t like paying $50,000 a year to watch their college-age kids – who simply want to reach their intellectual potential – become forcibly indoctrinated into values antithetical to those of their parents.The screams of “-ism!” helped Trump enormously. Most people don’t care about skin color or gender or sexual preference. But they care very much about behavior. In general, people aren’t inclined to vote for someone if they’re being called hateful names. Quite simply, the Deplorables got pi–ed.
JESUS! How stupidly insensitive can you be? Didn't you realize –– or don't you CARE –– that this is a special thread dedicated to the memory of Lisa's dear pet dog, Angus, who just DIED on January 19th?Don't you EVER bother to READ and try to COMPREHEND what OTHERS are saying, or are you so moronically SELF-ABSORBED and UNFEELING that you assume a right to drop in anywhere uninvited and start making SPEECHES out of context that NO ONE WANTS to HEAR?What the HELL's the MATTER with you, you lousy creep?YOU –– and a whole lot of other boorish clods just like you –– need to learn some MANNERS, bub.
You are correct, and I am sorry
Lisa, I don't know whether this will help or not, but a thought occurred to me after my little Priscilla had to be put to sleep at age ten and seven months because she'd developed cancer. She was a very special kitty –– The Little Gray One –- all fluff and great charm but with a wistful far away look in her eyes. I'd found her in a shelter as a kitten barely two months old, and loved her probably more than any of the animals I've lived with all of whom I've loved very much, but Priscilla was special. Anyway, after she died I was feeling very sorry for myself, because I'd fully expected her to live at least sixteen t twenty years, and frankly I felt I'd been robbed.And THEN it came to me that while we may think the animals are here to add pleasure and affection to OUR lives it's really just the OPPOSITE. It is WE who owe THEM good care, affection, appreciation and gratitude. After all look how much they give, and how little they ask in return.I started to feel better after that thought came to me, because I had done everything i could to give my Priscilla a pleasant, comfortable life, and always let her know each day that she meant a great deal to me. To tell the truth Priscilla always held herself a bit aloof. She gave me her affection –– but sparingly –– just when it suited her. But that didn't matter. I often said to her –– or to no one in particular –– "Priscilla, it really doesn't matter whether YOU love ME or not, the only important thing in our relationship is that I LOVE YOU and always will."And so I did. What's left behind is the certain knowledge that ever so many beasts both big and small need our loving care and attention, and ALL of them DESERVE it. I have since adopted a small cat who appeared out of nowhere starving to death, and already blind from malnutrition. He was over a year old, the vet said, but he weighed less than four pounds. I was advised to have him put to sleep, because the vet said the little guy had no real chance at any good quality of life. Well, I couldn't accept that, and immediately made a project of rescuing the poor little thing from the misery he'd lived with. Well, you should see him today. He's sleek, handsome, well-groomed and though he must move very cautiously because he can't see, he has developed as much feline dignity as any cat I've ever known.My other cat, a big black and white female who will be thirteen in June, has not been happy to have a rival. Her name is Winner, and she's always been a primadonna –– wants me all to herself ––, BUT I know I've done the right thing, and rescuing the little blind orphan has done ME a world of good, and it helps take away some of the pain of losing Priscilla.I believe you know all this already, Lisa, but sometimes it's good to be reminded. I hope you too will soon find another animal friend to love and cherish. God knows there are MILLIONS of them who suffer from abuse and neglect who need us desperately.Take care.
Thanks FT we will surely be getting another.Must be cat friendly as we also have 3 kitties I rescued from outside. I have had them 10 years.A mama ,her sister and her son
To lose a true friend is never easy, and I know that your Dog was as much a Friend as any other friend. .
Know that you’re in my thoughts today..
Thank for your sentiments DD.
Oh, I'm so sorry for your lose, Lisa. My wife and I rescue and otherwise take in animals, often toward the end of their lives, or with bad health or personality problems. So, we suffer a lot of loss, but we do get to have these wonderful relationships with these little beings, and that makes it all worth while. My deepest condolences.JMJ
Thank you Jersey.That is awesome to rescue seniors. I know 3 people who do that
Loss!!! Not "lose"! Sorry!JMJ
Oh wow! I feel for you Lisa! Angus definitely had a great life! He got me thinking about one of my best friend's many pets he had over the decades. Since you said Angus was quite a character, I thought about my best friend's dog from the mid 70s to 80s, a dog named Pluto. He was also quite a character. He had a stubby tail, and always wagged it up and down instead of sideways. One time when he was a puppy, my buddy and I wondered what would happen if he were drunk. My buddy's maternal grandfather happened to be over for a barbecue that afternoon, and gave Pluto some beer. From that day onward, Pluto never drank anything from his water bowl if he saw it being poured from a bottle. He feared getting drunk after that one experience. I imagine you have some amusing memories that stick out in your mind as well about Angus.