Man, that is the suck.

It's hell losing a pet.

It's so hard to make that decision. He sounds like a wonderful pet who was able to share his gift of love where it was needed. X

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Sorry Im

Very sad, I am really am sorry for you.

Damn. So sorry Infi.

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Ugghh... Sorry Infi. I still remember losing my Golden. He was awesome too. They really are a special breed.

Thanks all.

Over the course of the years I've lost pets, other members of my family have lost pets. And it's always so very sad. You know going in that you will have to face it someday, but still...

But Jack, I gotta tell you about him. He was the dog of my brother and sis-in-law and their three girls. But he was all our dog. More than any other dog-relation he was at our family events. It would have been unheard of if he didn't come to Christmas when my mom was still here and we spent the day at their house. He was there with us every Sunday for dinner. Recently, my dad would go pick him up from my brother's house just to take him to the land he owns with the lakes, so Jack could swim. He loved to swim. Just jumped right into the deep parts and paddled around, happy as could be. I am trying to get ahold of a copy of a picture my brother took of him coming out of the water with a big stick in his mouth. It's a really good picture.

Every year at Halloween my brother has a big barn party. It's the party of the year. THeir friends, parents of friends, kids of friends...it really is a big community. I always got a kick out of Jack greeting the guests. They'd all be "hey Jack, how ya doin'" and he would say hi in his doggie way and then greet the next guests. You'd see him throughout the night just hanging out with people. He was part of it all.

Never had to leash him. He knew where he was allowed to go and where he wasn't. You could leave him outside and not worry for a second that he would wander off into danger.

I can't say enough about how much he was loved, and how much he deserved it. I feel so badly for everyone. My nieces are ages 11-16, and he was 10 years old, so they basically grew up with him.

I thank you all for understanding how hard it is to lose a pet like that.

Beest's GP/family doctor -now also a co-swim/polo parent and friend, is suddenly undergoing major brain surgery for a large mass that looks like cancer. To a certain extent I'm kind of numb to such horrible news having received so much of it recently and needing to carry on -which is upsetting in itself- but in reality, it's just taking a long time to sink in. And now it is doing, I'm pretty upset :(

That is crapulent.

And in other shitty news, I went over to my hunting mentor's house with the powder horn to find out he was on his way to get a pacemaker installed in preparation for heart surgery two or three days later.

I have to check on him and see how things went.

Sorry to hear about shit piled on top of shit, monster. :(

fucking hell.

gah.

speechless.

What happened V?

I think maybe he's referring to Monster's news. Or Feet's. Or both. Maybe.

:/ still fucking waiting on news of today's procedure... (cut off supply to mass in prep for tomorrow's zillion hour removal....) I kinda figure no news is good news.... that's my public stance.... but really I feel that only applies to life vs death...... IMO the order you hear news is dead, perfect, minor comps, major comps.... So I hope/guess she made it, but there was a stroke risk among others with today's procedure ..... :( wibble

I'm sorry monster. I hope it will be good news.