I enjoy talking about guitars, never get tired of the conversations or the activities, but I love talking about my pets. I'm glad were share the interest in music, but I cannot understand people who are so emotionally stunted that they unable to understand the depth of commitment and emotion that dogs evoke. I lost my my babies two years ago in February. Foxy fought a long battle with cancer, and Ladybug had to be put to sleep.
I did not want to do this, but she was still crying after the vet gave her a powerful sedative… I still miss my babies…
I have had a lot of dogs, for which I will always be grateful. but I'm trying to remember -it's about guitars, for cryin'-out-loud. But I have to say that my dogs have helped me through several times of severe personal crisis. I believe those little fur-balls are real angels. Funny thing, I have observed how the dogs helped my parents through their long, trying illness - Dad with emphysema, and Mom with bone cancer. In the middle of caring for my parents, I had a stroke. We had to get home heath care for my parents; I lost my job and income. After my parents passed I had enough money to cover my expenses, but I just couldn't ask my friends to pay for my entertainment; I lived like a hermit for a couple of years. I had fallen into a massive depression… about that time, I took in two rescue dogs…
And in my long recovery from a stroke, my dogs worked their magic on me. I still don't have a good explanation for how a couple of dumb dogs, who couldn't open cans, who couldn't fix their own spaghetti or sandwiches, who couldn't fill their water bowls, who couldn't stay out of trouble while I was away…
Okay I've seen it from both sides now, and I couldn't really describe how they helped.
It matters not if they have no degree in psychology, Maybe they are so dear because they alway are ready for a romp; they are always ready to share a snack or a slow afternoon of TV. And it is always an enthusiastic commitment to whatever the activity. No matter what you say or do, dogs never roll their eyes to show what a lame idiot they think you are. Imagine if your family members always always always did an an excited little welcoming dance as you entered your house --- even if was only because you returned after a few moments to retrieve something you forgot.
No doctor cured my sorrows; it was all my dogs. They healed me, all I did was give them a home. My house will always have dogs.
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Hello, Fellow Babies,
Guitar God, I am sorry for the loss of your pet.
I enjoy talking about guitars, never get tired of the conversations or the activities, but I love talking about my pets. I'm glad were share the interest in music, but I cannot understand people who are so emotionally stunted that they unable to understand the depth of commitment and emotion that dogs evoke. I lost my my babies two years ago in February. Foxy fought a long battle with cancer, and Ladybug had to be put to sleep.
I did not want to do this, but she was still crying after the vet gave her a powerful sedative… I still miss my babies…
I have had a lot of dogs, for which I will always be grateful. but I'm trying to remember -it's about guitars, for cryin'-out-loud. But I have to say that my dogs have helped me through several times of severe personal crisis. I believe those little fur-balls are real angels. Funny thing, I have observed how the dogs helped my parents through their long, trying illness - Dad with emphysema, and Mom with bone cancer. In the middle of caring for my parents, I had a stroke. We had to get home heath care for my parents; I lost my job and income. After my parents passed I had enough money to cover my expenses, but I just couldn't ask my friends to pay for my entertainment; I lived like a hermit for a couple of years. I had fallen into a massive depression… about that time, I took in two rescue dogs…
And in my long recovery from a stroke, my dogs worked their magic on me. I still don't have a good explanation for how a couple of dumb dogs, who couldn't open cans, who couldn't fix their own spaghetti or sandwiches, who couldn't fill their water bowls, who couldn't stay out of trouble while I was away…
Okay I've seen it from both sides now, and I couldn't really describe how they helped.
It matters not if they have no degree in psychology, Maybe they are so dear because they alway are ready for a romp; they are always ready to share a snack or a slow afternoon of TV. And it is always an enthusiastic commitment to whatever the activity. No matter what you say or do, dogs never roll their eyes to show what a lame idiot they think you are. Imagine if your family members always always always did an an excited little welcoming dance as you entered your house --- even if was only because you returned after a few moments to retrieve something you forgot.
No doctor cured my sorrows; it was all my dogs. They healed me, all I did was give them a home. My house will always have dogs.