Potpourri

[GameTime]

Gule, the last few years I have had to put down 4 of my best friends....I have their ashes with me, and have put in my will to have my ashes mixed with theirs.

Last year I had some very serious surgery....Before they put me under, I told the attending anesthesiologist not to worry if I did not make it....It's OK.... I would be going to the rainbow bridge and find my little dogs...It gave me comfort.

 

[gule]

…time to visit a rescue shelter.

I don't think so. At our age, starting over with another pet means that they likely would outlive us. We finally have a little freedom to travel the country after the past 15 years of being care takers for Wifeys mom and her pet cat. After our dog started being diabetic we were doing the same routine with him. Constant care taking and being up several times a night to take him out for toilet issues. He couldn't hold his water...
We still have the cat and one of our daughters has two little dogs that she brings by a couple times a month for us to take care of when she travels. She is going to France in a couple weeks for a book writers convention or something so I won't be pet deprived. Plus, my next door neighbor has a cute little dog that loves me more than she loves her owner. lol

 

[Tnphil]

We lost our black Lab on Thanksgiving day 6 years ago. He would have been 16 in 5 months. He ruled our house to say the least. We should have put him down 6 months earlier but I just couldn't do it. He died in my wife's lap. We've never gotten another dog....mostly because he was the ultimate and we would never have better, but also I'm 70 with health issues and just don't need the responsibility.

True story.....We had gone for a few weeks having to help him up...take him outside...help him go to the bathroom etc....The morning he passed the wife and me helped him go outside to the bathroom. Afterwards he walked slowly around 'his' backyard....all of a sudden he took off running around the backyard like he was a 4 month old puppy. After he stopped he took 2 steps and went down to the ground....We thought he was going to die right there....He didn't and we helped him into the house and put him in his room...He died later that day. It was like God gave him one last run around his yard before he died. Wife and me still think about that.