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Sistah Windy, sitting in bed a bit before 1am today reading this bittersweet thread of yours. Eyes teared-up but the kindle was a pain to try to type on so now I can send you some *hugs.*
Fifteen years is a wonderful amount of time that you had to share!
Gotta view your taxidermy link, still. LOL you stinker, you'd do such a thing which is one of the things that makes you one of the coolest chicks I've ever befriended! You...are...so....*REAL
in a plastic, hypocritical world of souls.
Sigh, we lost our babies at 7 and then 12 yrs. of age. Oh, the day last May that the doc came to gently release our Shepherd from her day the stroke took her abilities, and happiness away! Good grief I just about lived in the back yard she loved so much, with her. That last hour or less, what a gift. She slowed down from pacing trying to walk normally, finally got the first drink of water in 12 hours. (She'd lost control of her head and neck, it was gut-wrenching.)
Then, instead of pacing to see if she could move normally, she sat beside me wanting nothing but to slowly sniff my hands and feet...(and breath, nutty as the may sound, I did that with my pets.) She had a peace she had not had all day. I then remembered stories of relatives and Daddy for one, about them having a much better time before passing as a gift to say goodbye, a gift for us as well as for them, ya know?
My point is that you and Snowee had this gift of course. Snowee even accepted your kiss on (his? her?) head when that had not normally been allowed.
Thank you for sharing.
Fifteen years is a wonderful amount of time that you had to share!
Gotta view your taxidermy link, still. LOL you stinker, you'd do such a thing which is one of the things that makes you one of the coolest chicks I've ever befriended! You...are...so....*REAL
in a plastic, hypocritical world of souls. Sigh, we lost our babies at 7 and then 12 yrs. of age. Oh, the day last May that the doc came to gently release our Shepherd from her day the stroke took her abilities, and happiness away! Good grief I just about lived in the back yard she loved so much, with her. That last hour or less, what a gift. She slowed down from pacing trying to walk normally, finally got the first drink of water in 12 hours. (She'd lost control of her head and neck, it was gut-wrenching.)
Then, instead of pacing to see if she could move normally, she sat beside me wanting nothing but to slowly sniff my hands and feet...(and breath, nutty as the may sound, I did that with my pets.) She had a peace she had not had all day. I then remembered stories of relatives and Daddy for one, about them having a much better time before passing as a gift to say goodbye, a gift for us as well as for them, ya know?
My point is that you and Snowee had this gift of course. Snowee even accepted your kiss on (his? her?) head when that had not normally been allowed.
Thank you for sharing.