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  1. Oh, Chrissy..... I am so very sorry.

     

    Mr Speck, Speckalishus - you were a most special, and well-loved houndie. I was looking forward to meeting you at Sandy Paws this year.

     

    Watch over your mama from the bridge - send her stars and rainbows, and the occasional cold-nose goose so that she'll know you're still around and still love her.

     

    Have fun with your brudder Gino - I know you two will be happy to be together again, but Oh, Speck - I wish you could have waited another 20 years before you had to go.

     

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  2. The bummer is now I have to wait and go to WalMart on Saturday. It will be packed!

    Go to Sams instead and have a progressive lunch from the zillion sample ladies while you wait... :chow

     

    Now that is an idea, but I am not a member there. Plus it will be a zoo too. I do have to go to Costco in the next week though. Maybe I will plan it around lunch. :)

     

    You don't need a membership to use their pharmacies, as far as I know (Sams/Costco)

  3. Ditto what everyone else said (except that I mostly do understand what you said, at least up to the RAID 10 part - hadn't heard of that one), but on a more practical note - do we have enough $$ for all of this?

     

     

    **heads off to check my donation status**

     

     

  4. You can still lean on him. You know what he'd say: "adapt, improvise and overcome". That would make him proud. (To non-Marine Corps people I am not being cold hearted- its a Marine Corps thing.) :f_red

     

    Did they use that phrase in 1947? Because that's what he did for his entire life, as far as I know.

     

    Thanks, everyone. Everytime I sit down to write more, my brain shuts down, but I am reading, and I *do* appreciate all the kind words and warm thoughts/hugs/prayers

  5. Oh Mary I am so very sorry for your loss. My Dad has been gone for 27 years and I still miss him.

    I suck at funerals and I prolly couldn't get there, but you are welcome to lean on me. :grouphug

     

    No funeral, so you're off the hook. None of us have any $$ to spare, and Dad's body is donated to the local university. So it will be later this week before I head up there (after the closing on my house sale). I told my sister not to look for me before Sunday.

     

    My brother had been hitch-hiking from CA to OH to spend the winter with Dad - he's gotten as far as ABQ, NM, so I told him to get to ATL, and we'd drive up to OH together.

     

  6. As long as I can remember, he was there. If not physically, then in spirit. My daddy. The big strong tough man who could do anything, fix anything, without even having to look it up.

     

    With him, I wasn't afraid to ride the ferris wheel at the county fair. My daddy wouldn't let anything bad happen to me. He loved me.

     

    He wasn't one for saying it, but I knew he did.

     

    Son of a migrant farmer/coal miner, Marine Infantryman in the Korean Conflict (Frozen Chosin, et al), cement contractor, truck driver, dad, grandpa, husband, great-grandpa. He wasn't perfect, but he was MINE, and he loved me.

     

    In 1976, he had a stroke, and we would have lost him then, except that the stroke happened as he was on the operating table to have an aneurysm repaired, so the surgeon was able to contain it quickly.

     

    I've always said that the remaining years with him were "gravy time." Time we shouldn't have had, but through the grace of God, we did.

     

    I'm still finding out the details, but it seems he passed quietly in his sleep this afternoon, on the birthday of his beloved Marine Corps.

     

    He's in a better place, and pain-free, but I wish he was still here. I was going to surprise him with a visit on 11/20, after I sold my house. I mailed his birthday card this morning - he would have been 78 on this coming Sunday.

     

    I had the best daddy in the world (for all his flaws), and I feel like the ground has disappeared from beneath my feet. He was the one I leaned on at family funerals. Who will I lean on now?

     

     

  7. Oh, Jan... I'm SO sorry (as I sit here with tears streaming down my face for a hound I've never met). I already miss his little add-ons to your posts.

     

    God's peace to you, and to all of us who miss the Windhund auf Deutschland/Iowa. And Godspeed to one of the best hound-doggies that ever chased a bunny.

     

     

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    I cannot describe how very much I hate cancer.

     

  8. Try advantage instead of Frontline. My vet said that when we had an outbreak of fleas around here this year (early last month/late Aug), all the dogs she saw with fleas were on Frontline. (advantix if you want the tick prevention as well)

     

    D.E. -- the guy at the big box home-store swears by it. Said if you sprinkle it on your carpet and work it down into the fibers, it'll get the fleas that are (probably now) living under there.

     

    I used chemical sprays, sorry. Adams products are well-recommended, I think

     

     

  9. I have a standing agreement with my vet, because I don't trust myself for a decision of this magnitude. And I have a standing promise to my dogs, that I verbalize to each of them when they move in with me.

     

    I promise them that I will do my best to give them the best possible life that they can have. I will love them and care for them, and they will have a home with me for the rest of their lives. Then I tell them that when it's time to let them go, I will. I don't want them to be hanging on for my sake, when it's time for them to be at the bridge. And I don't want to make them stay longer than they should, just so that I don't have to face life without them.

     

    My agreement with Doc is that when she says it's time, I say ok. Her policy is that she'll never rush to euthanize, because it can't be undone.

     

    With Jessie the IG, she was in kidney failure, and I had one weekend at home before being gone for another two weeks. Neither of us wanted her to suffer through those next two weeks, and maybe not last until I got home again. So we made an appt for the open spot Doc had on her calendar that Saturday, and I got home from my business trip in time to have 24 hours with my little girl before she left. I'd had time to prepare for it - I'd had several dreams in the previous weeks that made it plain to me that she was ready to go.

     

    With Angie...I had to force myself to honor the promise I've made to each of them, because I was out of town. She couldn't stand without help, wouldn't eat, soiled herself due to not being able to stand on her own... It would be another 3 days before I got back home.

     

    Doc said it's time, I said let's give it another day, just in case it was idiopathic vestibular, and she said ok. We talked some more, and before we hung up, I came back around to "What would you do?" and she said if it were her dog, she'd let her go. So I swallowed hard and said ok.

     

    That still hurts, but at the same time, I believe that had I been there, Angie would have tried to hang on for me. And in the end, I did honor my promise to her.

     

    I will do the same with the rest of my kids, but I'm hoping that I have years before I have to face that decision again.

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