tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145825647751945760.post7335559911408093978..comments2024-03-08T07:00:30.850-06:00Comments on Write From the Heart: Doggone it!Linda O'Connellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15982895073903619018noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145825647751945760.post-39700513689847589042011-02-08T23:44:44.495-06:002011-02-08T23:44:44.495-06:00I jumped over from Critter Alley. Nice to meet you...I jumped over from Critter Alley. Nice to meet you. I've had so many special dogs in my life. It's never easy when we have to say goodbye. Right now my special dog is my spaniel mix, Kelly. She loves to curl up around my neck like a scarf. Love your cute story about the dog biscuit! (P.S. We share a love of writing and I see we've even been in some books together. I write for Guideposts magazine, Chicken Soup for the Soul, etc, and my first book is coming out this fall.)Peggy Frezonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11087038771857532951noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145825647751945760.post-27953699906127201762011-02-08T17:46:02.430-06:002011-02-08T17:46:02.430-06:00I have cats, and they aren't the least bit det...I have cats, and they aren't the least bit detached, as the other Julia above commented about hers. I love them to bits, and they all act like they love me to bits as well. And not just when it's time for a meal! LOL. Pets leave indelible pawprints on our hearts.Julia Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10980459754456404608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145825647751945760.post-77842108258649411632011-02-06T14:38:25.080-06:002011-02-06T14:38:25.080-06:00Julia,
I do know what you mean, because my tabby b...Julia,<br />I do know what you mean, because my tabby boy was my baby too. My son has a cat and dog. The dog is like a two year old who can't get enough attention, and the cat is lovable but could care less.Linda O'Connellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15982895073903619018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145825647751945760.post-4095948951881324912011-02-06T12:56:03.327-06:002011-02-06T12:56:03.327-06:00Yeah, the not knowing was the worst.
Just wanted ...Yeah, the not knowing was the worst.<br /><br />Just wanted to clarify--my cats are just as much my babies and loved too. It's just that they don't need me the same way a dog does. Know what I mean?Julia Gordon-Bramerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15682792436253939395noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145825647751945760.post-86185841764150879352011-02-06T12:43:09.082-06:002011-02-06T12:43:09.082-06:00Becky,
I know this must be so difficult. I think t...Becky,<br />I know this must be so difficult. I think time numbs the pain but it is never far from the surface. Coincidence, Pet at: the Rainbow Bridge.Linda O'Connellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15982895073903619018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145825647751945760.post-64211983053533076262011-02-06T12:41:54.911-06:002011-02-06T12:41:54.911-06:00Tammy,
The thought is unbearable. Enjoy every day ...Tammy,<br />The thought is unbearable. Enjoy every day you have with your ppoch. Give him/her a smooch.Linda O'Connellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15982895073903619018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145825647751945760.post-58835589467583016152011-02-06T12:40:02.423-06:002011-02-06T12:40:02.423-06:00Pat,
They are like furry kids with distinct person...Pat,<br />They are like furry kids with distinct personalities.Linda O'Connellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15982895073903619018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145825647751945760.post-72664230891874481242011-02-06T11:45:07.498-06:002011-02-06T11:45:07.498-06:00Hey everyone...my "verify" word just now...Hey everyone...my "verify" word just now was petat! How weird & wonderful is that?! Pet at? Where will I find my next pet at?! :)BECKYhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15184458949017900541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145825647751945760.post-75710814775370313942011-02-06T11:43:35.100-06:002011-02-06T11:43:35.100-06:00Hi Linda...you know I can totally relate to this. ...Hi Linda...you know I can totally relate to this. I'm still mourning my Tiger-Girl, too.BECKYhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15184458949017900541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145825647751945760.post-91545739357892135272011-02-06T11:26:32.680-06:002011-02-06T11:26:32.680-06:00Deepest sympathy to Gerry. I am dreading what lif...Deepest sympathy to Gerry. I am dreading what life will be like without my 14 1/2 year old lab mix when the time comes. What a sweet post, and loved the laughs. (Even dogs didn't like my ex much.) :-oTammyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02141883867104777688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145825647751945760.post-38801950177678765952011-02-06T10:28:07.603-06:002011-02-06T10:28:07.603-06:00My list of special dogs is endless. Most of them w...My list of special dogs is endless. Most of them were mine, although I also had some very special foster fur kids. Each one had a distinct personality and endearing way of touching my heart.<br /><br />Pat<br />www.critteralley.blogspot.comPat Wahlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01138619912065680084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145825647751945760.post-75034080959753236742011-02-05T22:28:29.821-06:002011-02-05T22:28:29.821-06:00Welcome Carol! Thank you for stopping by. Love pat...Welcome Carol! Thank you for stopping by. Love pats to Riley.Linda O'Connellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15982895073903619018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145825647751945760.post-83053762856015714392011-02-05T21:37:00.252-06:002011-02-05T21:37:00.252-06:00I am all misty! I have a wonderful Lhasa Apso, Ri...I am all misty! I have a wonderful Lhasa Apso, Riley that is 12 years of age and showing the signs of a senior dog. <br /><br />Riley's predecessor was Holly who only lived until the age of 8. I held her in my arms the day she was put down due to cancer and to this day when I think of it I can still feel the sensation in my arms as her breath left her body. Our pets bring us so much joy and unconditional love and when they pass it is a pain that is beyond words. <br /><br />Have you read Rainbow Bridge? It is beautiful to read when our pet passes, brings some comfort. <br /><br />Thoughts and prayers to Gerry!<br /><br />Carol<br />St. Louis, MO<br />http://carolscosmicjourney.blogspot.com/Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145825647751945760.post-14124731207966663282011-02-05T21:00:25.124-06:002011-02-05T21:00:25.124-06:00Julia,
The not knowing must be so difficult. I lov...Julia,<br />The not knowing must be so difficult. I loved my cat as much as any dog I ever had, too.<br /><br />Beth,<br />Oh that pain is so fresh; I am sorry for your loss.<br /><br />Lynn,<br />I laughed out loud! Smeagol is a writer at heart.Linda O'Connellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15982895073903619018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145825647751945760.post-84023396898008605002011-02-05T20:26:08.403-06:002011-02-05T20:26:08.403-06:00All the dogs in my life have been my ex's :-),...All the dogs in my life have been my ex's :-), but I sure grew attached to them... I swore that was it, I wouldn't have a pet again. Kind of like ripping your heart out and then stomping all over it. After Norm lost his sweet dalmation, Pica he swore off pets too. But then the girls got the little stinker Smeagol from a friend. When the girls moved out, I said Smeagol wouldn't like living somewhere else, but we all know the real truth.Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05296300032567383021noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145825647751945760.post-73844790080313153162011-02-05T15:07:21.715-06:002011-02-05T15:07:21.715-06:00Still missing my Biscuit. Until yesterday, I knew...Still missing my Biscuit. Until yesterday, I knew of two other Boxers in our neighborhood. Both males, they were bigger, and broader than my "Bissy." But yesterday, driving home, I saw a man walking another boxer. A female, she was muscular, but smaller in stature, her ears were not "done," and she jumped through that snow like it was the happiest day of her life. She reminded me so much of Biscuit, that I started to cry. My kids saw the dog, too. "She did look just like Bissy, mom," Jack said to me. I guess I'll never truly get over the loss of that sweet girl. ; )Beth M. Woodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03616567155106948675noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145825647751945760.post-30003649532852352382011-02-05T14:10:36.437-06:002011-02-05T14:10:36.437-06:00I laughed so hard at all those parenthetical "...I laughed so hard at all those parenthetical "He was my ex-husband's dog" bits!<br /><br />Back in 1994, our five-year-old black lab mix, Barkley, ran away while we were on vacation. I'm convinced he thought we were never coming back. For years, I scoured the animal shelters looking for him. I never did get over him.<br /><br />I am sticking with cats. They are hard enough, but at least, they are a little detached. The love of a dog is so big that it really takes something away from you. It's like losing a child.Julia Gordon-Bramerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15682792436253939395noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145825647751945760.post-2787942337214732562011-02-05T10:13:09.835-06:002011-02-05T10:13:09.835-06:00Gerry, I teared up at your mention of snow...Hanna...Gerry, I teared up at your mention of snow...Hannah and the snow. It reminded me of Buffy in Alaska. She would hop friskily like a rabbit through the field of snow across the road from us. I love dogs. I hate snow.Linda O'Connellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15982895073903619018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145825647751945760.post-90693906211902674202011-02-05T09:56:50.580-06:002011-02-05T09:56:50.580-06:00Such warm thoughts on a snowy day. ANOTHER snowy d...Such warm thoughts on a snowy day. ANOTHER snowy day! You're right, Linda. Only dog people truly know the depths of love and loss. When I woke up this morning - around 9 - and looked out, two thoughts hit me. First, where'd the snow come from? Last night when Mary Lee and I got home, around 11, there was nothing coming down. Second thought: Hannah would love this. She enjoyed rolling in the snow, walking with her nose to the ground while the snow piled up around her muzzle. A muzzle that had turned as white as snow the past years. This was her kind of day. The stories of your dogs remind me of how special and unique each dog is, and the different kinds of joy they bring to our lives. At least I didn't have to deal with animals from an ex-wife. Thanks for including Mary Lee and I in your warm and funny memories.Gerry Mandelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08516124652849272879noreply@blogger.com