The Lonely Dogs (and Cats) Thread

Life is short and we haven't much time to gladden the hearts of those who travel with us. So be swift to love and make haste to be kind. Amen.
 
One thing I love about this is that, no matter who you are, we all come together because we all experience the same things at the end of the day. We can be as goofy and even antagonistic as we can about politics. But we all understand the significance of these events.

In a time when so little unites us, it's good to remember our humanity. All of us humans. All of us have furry babies. All of us experience the same happiness and sadness from everything that involves.

It acts as opportunity not to forget such things, as easy as it may be otherwise.
 
The nightly (and daily) shenanigans are cranking up…

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When some proud Son of Man returns to Earth,
Unknown to Glory but upheld by Birth,
The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe,
And storied urns record who rests below:
When all is done, upon the Tomb is seen
Not what he was, but what he should have been.
But the poor Dog, in life the firmest friend,
The first to welcome, foremost to defend,
Whose honest heart is still his Master's own,
Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone,
Unhonour'd falls, unnotic'd all his worth,
Deny'd in heaven the Soul he held on earth:
While man, vain insect! hopes to be forgiven,
And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.
Oh man! thou feeble tenant of an hour,
Debas'd by slavery, or corrupt by power,
Who knows thee well, must quit thee with disgust,
Degraded mass of animated dust!
Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat,
Thy tongue hypocrisy, thy heart deceit!
By nature vile, ennobled but by name,
Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame.
Ye! who behold perchance this simple urn,
Pass on, it honors none you wish to mourn.
To mark a friend's remains these stones arise;
I never knew but one—and here he lies.
 
We finally sent our sweet boy off today. It was in-home. The vet was very good.

We got Jack from a shelter when he was around at least two years old. They told us at the time that he had been abandoned twice. For some reason, my ex (wife at the time) just persisted that he would be her dog. Maybe even a "water dog" that would go out jumping in the water and return to you. He was never that.

When we first got him, he had "shark eyes." Only way I can describe it. Just nothing there. Eventually, his eyes turned happy. Like a dog's eyes ought to be. We tried training him, but it didn't work. He was what he was.

I appreciate my ex so much because, if not for her, he would have had to go away a long time ago. I just couldn't deal with it. But she has always been so patient and good.

Long story short, while he would attack her at her place (and I always said, hey, if it's time, let me know), he finally attacked me multiple times at my place two weekends ago after not attacking me at all for four years.

Once that happened, combined with everything else, we knew it was time.

The vet was so good. It was so perfect.

It's incredible to think how much love you can have for a dog that did you so much damage throughout the years. But we saw ourselves in him. We understood. What an incredible mother he had.

Anyhow, thank you all for your support in this thread. Love your babies. They're precious.
 
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