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This may seem a superfluous thread to begin to some. But to those of us who love our "beasts" the way so many of us do I want to begin a thread which allows those very people to express their sense of grief when a beloved pet has to be "put to sleep" (as we say here) or "put down" as the English say.
I know one member quite well who recently who's really going through the throes of the grieving process.
Over the last two years I've lost both my English Springer Spaniels. Both lived wonderful full lives but the loss is still palpable. What (in my case dogs) a pet can do for the human psyche is something pretty terrific.
I suffer from long bouts of insomnia and nothing but nothing would help me relax and regroup more than throwing off the covers and going downstairs to be with the hounds as they leaned against me - one one side, the other flanking me too. It was an elixir supreme.
Anyway. If so-inclined share your stories. If nothing else it's cathartic to recall.
Just for fun here are my two new boys (both again English Springers) romping on the beach here at the Cape:
Lucy and Angus (1994 - 2009, 1994 - 2008)
Pilot and Rocket born respectively 2007, 2008
Both Pilot and Rocket were shipped from a breeder outside of Denver, Colorado. Both have the same sire but different mothers.
They're the BOMB!!
Should any of you care to recount your experiences it would help us all (I feel) to recognize what these wonderful creatures mean to the betterment of our lives.
I guess all topics need not be about cocks and politics eh? :biggrin1:
I know one member quite well who recently who's really going through the throes of the grieving process.
Over the last two years I've lost both my English Springer Spaniels. Both lived wonderful full lives but the loss is still palpable. What (in my case dogs) a pet can do for the human psyche is something pretty terrific.
I suffer from long bouts of insomnia and nothing but nothing would help me relax and regroup more than throwing off the covers and going downstairs to be with the hounds as they leaned against me - one one side, the other flanking me too. It was an elixir supreme.
Anyway. If so-inclined share your stories. If nothing else it's cathartic to recall.
Just for fun here are my two new boys (both again English Springers) romping on the beach here at the Cape:
Lucy and Angus (1994 - 2009, 1994 - 2008)
Pilot and Rocket born respectively 2007, 2008
Both Pilot and Rocket were shipped from a breeder outside of Denver, Colorado. Both have the same sire but different mothers.
They're the BOMB!!
Should any of you care to recount your experiences it would help us all (I feel) to recognize what these wonderful creatures mean to the betterment of our lives.
I guess all topics need not be about cocks and politics eh? :biggrin1:
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