tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963940430516650019.post4341473898288460949..comments2023-09-16T11:37:10.056-04:00Comments on I'm Always Right: I Hurt Right NowRedheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03763007541819974123noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963940430516650019.post-55749520945627127742008-11-21T18:32:00.000-05:002008-11-21T18:32:00.000-05:00Red, sorry to hear about R. I never had a pet unt...Red, sorry to hear about R. I never had a pet until I was 30, and I can only imagine how much I'm gonna cry when Cat #1 goes... I totally agree with everyone here about how a pet's love is unconditional, and if you tell all the stories you need to, I daresay it looks like you'll have a pretty receptive audience around here.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963940430516650019.post-72619551862649864162008-11-21T18:27:00.000-05:002008-11-21T18:27:00.000-05:00Red, really sorry to hear about your loss. Puttin...Red, <I>really</I> sorry to hear about your loss. Putting animals down is never fun, especially dogs. Like you said, they love us so unconditionally, I've always felt like it's taken sorely needed, freely given happiness out of my life when I've had to do it.onthevirghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07393086385087962938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963940430516650019.post-91727331013641493252008-11-21T01:45:00.000-05:002008-11-21T01:45:00.000-05:00Red, I'm just coming from a different set of exper...Red, I'm just coming from a different set of experiences with pets (I won't bore you with the explanation) and was voicing that. I meant no disrespect or second-guessing of your post. Certainly the last thing I want to do is offend you when you're sad about the dog.MCBiashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08158534411541450613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963940430516650019.post-82163454027403093122008-11-20T17:42:00.000-05:002008-11-20T17:42:00.000-05:00I can only remember crying uncontrollably twice in...I can only remember crying uncontrollably twice in my entire life: once when my great-aunt died and once when I had to put my dog down. He had just been diagnosed with cancer and still LOOKED healthy, but there was no way we could afford treatment. My parents had watched our first dog, Rusty, slowly fade away, and couldn't bear to see it happen again.<BR/><BR/>My father planned to take him to the vet, but I told my mother that if he didn't let me do it, I would never forgive him. She relayed my message, along with her own opinion, "And I believe him."<BR/><BR/>I sobbed like a baby all the way there, and even had to wait in the car for ten minutes after I arrived, just to compose myself. It was a blessing, really, because when I went in, some lady looked at my dog and cheerfully exclaimed, "What a beautiful dog! What's his name!" Fortunately, I had cried myself out by that point.<BR/><BR/>So yeah...I can understand what you're going through. That dog was a good friend during my childhood and it was a sad day when he died.One More Dying Quailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01247696588053891194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963940430516650019.post-29078803302574025412008-11-20T13:21:00.000-05:002008-11-20T13:21:00.000-05:00tk: Thanks, I really, really appreciate it. mcb: Y...tk: Thanks, I really, really appreciate it. <BR/><BR/>mcb: You missed the whole point of what I wrote, didn't you? What you get from a pet FAR outweighs the considerable pain I'm going through now; it's not even close.Redheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03763007541819974123noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963940430516650019.post-91436226188519352482008-11-20T12:14:00.000-05:002008-11-20T12:14:00.000-05:00I don't want pets because it's too hard when they ...I don't want pets because it's too hard when they die. I'm sorry to read that, Red, thanks for updating us. Grieve as much as you need to.MCBiashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08158534411541450613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2963940430516650019.post-73394862807869571062008-11-20T10:50:00.000-05:002008-11-20T10:50:00.000-05:00Aw, shit. I'm so, So, SO sorry Red. I start to s...Aw, shit. I'm so, So, SO sorry Red. I start to shake just <I>thinking</I> about my dogs... you know (I'm also actually incapable of saying it). So I definitely understand.<BR/><BR/>Dog stories of any kind = always welcome. Take care.TKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13495736427508294951noreply@blogger.com