Has anyone heard from Mel?
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Has anyone heard from Mel?
No. I even sent her a PM a few days ago, but haven't heard back.:o
I sent a PM a couple days ago too but haven't heard from her.
Hope she's OK.
Maybe she is bogged down at work after her vacation.
I'm sure she will be back soon:):)
Vicki:
You know that has crossed my mind so many times the last couple days and I have been so busy I keep forgetting to ask everyone. She may be real busy coming back from vacation and all. Blessings
Patti
In less than an hour it will be 5 weeks since my sweet Scoop left us.
I keep reliving that night over and over in my mind.
It is still so hard to believe it has happened.
I miss my Scoop so very much.
Every Monday night I sit here with him in my lap.
I love and miss Scoop so much.
Vicki:
I am with you on the feeling, and wish I could find the magic wand to make things better for you. I worry more as each day goes by about my Tipper. I wish with all my heart I could stop and freeze time. I probably will not be able to handle losing my girl and I am petrified and crying at times. God Bless You Vicki, my heart goes out to you. Blessings
Patti
Patti-Thank you. Your Tipper is strong and so are you. You keep fighting the way you do for her. She is so lucky to have you for her mom.
Dear Vicki,
My heart goes out to you, especially this week because this is my rough week of remembering, too. I know that I cannot lift your pain, but I do want you to know that you're not alone. Unlike you, I had my Barkis right at home with me that last night. But I also suffer when I remember. We had chosen to keep him at home so that we'd be with him in those final hours -- so that I wouldn't have any regrets about that part. But Vicki, the crazy thing is, that is my biggest regret. Because when it came down to that last night, I couldn't bear to admit to myself that he would be taking his final ride first thing in the morning. So to trick myself into making it through that night, I didn't do anything different. He was on his dogbed, and I was up in mine. I didn't hold him all through the night, or kiss his head, or fondle his ears. I didn't tell him what a good boy he was. I pretended that there'd be plenty more days for that. And as soon as we got up in the morning, I gave him a quick hug and we loaded him in the car for the ride over to the vet, just as we'd done so many times during that last year. And that's how I managed to take that ride and walk in that door with him. That's the only way I could live through that day. But that first night, when he was gone, I couldn't believe I had sacrificed those final hours with him. I simply couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe I had been so weak as to lose my chance for a sweet good-by at home. It still hurts, and it is my biggest regret of all. If only I could do it over.
Once we know how the story ends, it is so easy to go back and imagine how things would have turned out had we done them differently. But when we're in the midst of the pages unfolding, we do what we can and what we think is best. Right at that moment. That's all we are able to do. And the truth is, we really can never know whether they would have turned out "better," anyway, had they been different. Maybe I would have scared Barkis by acting out of the ordinary, myself. As it was, I don't think he had a fear in the world because he did not know what I knew or that anything was wrong. Maybe it was easier for Scoop to depart for the Bridge without sensing how scared and upset you would have been had you been near him that night. That sweet nurse was rubbing his ear, and he did not know that you were upset at all. Vicki, maybe it was better for Scoop that way.
For you and me, it doesn't feel better now. But we have to trust that both Barkis and Scoop always knew that they were loved. Always. And a lifetime of love far outweighs a few hours during a dark night. I do believe they both left this world peacefully knowing they were loved, and always will be.
Sending huge hugs your way,
Marianne
I think our dogs know sometimes. Lulu would go outside and sit in the cold, even the snow, and I would bring her back in. She seemed to know. I hear say that like Native Americans that sometimes a dog will want to be alone these moments. I think Lulu knew that was upsetting to me, so she waited for me to come back from a job interview I had gone to on a blizzard day. I think we could have revived her too, but to what avail. She had for sure an enlarged heart with 'old dog lungs' . It is hard, and I know for us in two days, August 8, it will be six months. I do hope I am home to have a candle lit for her.
Our Stanley has become a real joy, he is learning every day. We do have to keep a rein on him with strangers though, there are some people he does not seem to like. It's hard to fake a dog, they read people better than we do, I guess that's why they make good workers for the government, not only in their sense of smell, but in their judge of character.
Give your Raleigh a kiss for me, he seems adorable, and I do worry about our pets when they lose a companion of their own.