Bill, there is little superior influence to be had. We are all over it now. You guys wanna puppy?

Jan and I started a company and work together. She has only hinted at what efforts she has gone through to have some part of Lucifer. I will add my voice to hers. If you can still get a sperm donation frozen do it.

Thank you

Sorry for your loss.

Right on!

I have two rescue Pitt bulls. They are instant judges of character. I feel very safe around them, know they will protect me. They also know I will protect them

Maybe trump should get some dogs. They would be more loyal than his long time “friends”, and evil witch mueller can’t subpoenia them

He should let the dogs pass judgment and approval if all new hires and appointees. No dog approval= no job

I did find a repro vet. Will do Jan. I am off this week, but too late today. Not traveling next week, and will make an appointment. Thanks for the encouragement. He is really a great dog, beautiful too.

One of the two GSD's I now have, I got off craigslist because I had tracked down (by dint of staking out a stranger's house in Sylmar) the owner of the brother of my dog. I bought a fertile bitch so that I could at least have nephew-pups, but I could not convince the owner to take his 13 year old (note age, Thoritsu) dog to the repro vet to have a sperm donation. His dog died suddenly. My bitch came into season...the next day!

If your wife is dragging her feet, then take your excellent dog to the nearest reproductive vet Today and get a sperm donation frozen. Do not make all of the mistakes I have made!

Jan, likes to be emulate for the good stuff only

In Molly's last year, she started having convulsions and she walked sideways and tripped a lot. Me and my husband carried her a lot on our hikes because she just couldn't walk for long periods of times or distance. I loved carrying her and would give anything to be able to do that again.

Thanks for the push Jan. My wife is dragging her feet. I'll redouble my efforts!

It is so hard. I think that talking to her helps.

Jan

My Corgi turns 10 next week, and in the past couple of months, is showing his age, dragging his back left leg until he gets to a full walk.

Been there many times, most recently our lab, Gator last Nov. It sucks every time. https://www.starznbarz.com/Pets/Pet-P...

Very beautiful. Each day when I go to Molly's grave I ask her what she is doing and if she is happy and playing. That is how I picture her. Young, running, grinning. Thank you for your wonderful poem.

So true. I knew I would find kinship in this wonderful group.

We lost our 12 year old Sheltie a year ago to cancer. She actually trained the remaining cats to growl when someone drove in the driveway. She was a protector and our precious family member. Shortly after, we lost a cat, Rmbo, who was a lap cat, we rescued when it was found in a truck engine in a rest stop.He likely got scared and was in a motor home. He was devoted when anyone was sick, When a growth with which he came, inoperable, took him several years later, it was heartbreaking. I took him to be put down when I could not even spoon food into his mouth, before he got his injection, he urned and put his paws around my neck and rubbed his face against mine, almost like a goodbye. I was in tears, even the vet was in tears after that. I brought him home and let all the other pets have closure and say goodbye before we buried him. Pets are better than a lot of poeple,they ask so little, but give so much love.

Interesting that such a group that everyone knows is composed of cold-hearted objectivists can independently express their deepest feelings in public among a group of people we do not know.
Of course, we DO know one another at a very deep level, and this particular thread is evidence of who we really are and what we care about.
It is quite moving and refreshing to read these stories, all almost identical to my story, and my feelings.
Thank you.

Yes she was.

Thank you. I wrote him a poem every month for 11 months - still working on the 12th month poem. Here is the one I wrote last April.

Silver on the Hill

On the hillside where you used to run,
The wind bends silver seedheads in the sun,
Rippling with every breathy motion,
Like waves across a green and silver ocean.

I can almost see you running, after rain:
A dark path showing passage through the grain.
But now that path is empty; grass is still.
You’re on the other side of that green hill.

I hope it’s Spring there, on the other side -
Wide sunlit fields like those we used to ride,
No Stygian caves where midnight rivers flow,
Run forward, limned in love, where’er you go.

Coda:
Summer’s here; the grass is turning brown,
The squirrels are fat and lazy in their ground.
I barely see your path, although I strive,
You ran off and left me … still alive.

Janet L. Chennault
20-24 April 2018

I made the mistake of not breeding Lucifer. Please be wiser than I was.

Jan

Thank you for the little laugh there! I needed it!

Our pets are pure, sweet and innocent. There is no evil in them and it is so heartbreaking to lose them.

You could get an older dog. That is what I am going to do. I am 69.

It is such a strong bond. I go to her grave several times a day and talk to her. And yes, I admit I talked baby talk with my Molly dog. She was as sweet and innocent as a baby. The same with my other doggies.