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Ugh, so unhappy right now. Little brother is on his way home so I can't get into the full swing of things in a TF or CS match. I am asking an acquaintance on a movie date right now.
Lost Salientblink twiceif you'd like me to mercy kill youRegistered Userregular
edited May 2009
Hey Fandy, I was going to send you a PM to tell you that I was so sorry to read about your dog, but your message box is all "abloo bloo full bloo." I am terribly sorry, though. My 12 year old mutt died in her sleep last fall while I was still in Chicago and she had already been sent to Seoul. I started crying in the middle of the sidewalk in Lincoln Park. It was awful, AND I looked like a lunatic to everyone in the city. It really is like losing your best friend, no matter how many times you rationally tell yourself that dogs die younger than people. I hope you're doing okay, or at least as well as can be expected, given the circumstances.
I've got Nike's nametag on my dresser, still. Because I am that kind of pathetic.
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"Sandra has a good solid anti-murderer vibe. My skin felt very secure and sufficiently attached to my body when I met her. Also my organs." HAIL SATAN
FishmanPut your goddamned hand in the goddamned Box of Pain.Registered Userregular
edited May 2009
I dropped my wife off at the airport last night, and she's gone for two months.
This morning, I got up, walked the dog and let her wander around as usual. She's not allowed in the bedroom until my wife gets up. So she was sitting at the end of the corridor, waiting for my wife to come out.
I opened the door and invited her in, and Lexie bounced into the room, tail wagging and with a spring in her step.
But then she saw the bed.
And saw that it was empty.
Watching her tail slowly droop as my little puppy realised her mommy wasn't home broke my heart. She had to stare at the bed and sniff it a bit just to make sure.
Almost as sad as a man without a dog is a dog without an owner.
I had to play with her a bit to cheer her up, but she's going to be depressed for a few days.
Its cool, I hung out with a friend and some acquaintances, all female, all with beautiful, delicious chocolate skin, all that intelligence and ambition that make them hot. :winky:
The false alarm about an extra $800 from the irs made me laugh and happy I didn't go out and blow my bank account on a video card, LCD screens, and lapdances....not in that order.
After the death of my great grand mother last year and my grandmother the year before that, I realized that every time you are overwhelmed with grief, you need to rock out as hard as you can and live well as tribute to their memory and all the good memories that they gave you.
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Lord DaveGrief CauserBitch Free ZoneRegistered Userregular
edited May 2009
Our first and second goldens both died of cancer before they turned 10. Turns out they were related, too.
Our third golden was diagnosed with a giant deadly stomach tumor right after his 10th birthday (also 4 months after MY diagnosis), but I guess it turned out to be something less serious and they removed it and he feels better now.
Damn fandy, I'm sorry. My fiancee called me when I was at a track meet last year to tell me our dog had to be put down. He was a rescue dachshund and fell down the stairs, breaking its back. He was only 5.
I was pretty devastated but it took my fiancee months to get out the depression from it
This was Dewey
And this is our new rescue dachshund, Hansel
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Lord DaveGrief CauserBitch Free ZoneRegistered Userregular
edited May 2009
I am going to go hug my dachshund and tell him to stop using the stairs
It is going to be a bummer when we put down the Dobey. If not for the dog, for my dad, because he is retarded in love with that animal and he is not good with his emotions.
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Going ask a female on a movie date for tomorrow.
Fandyien, go out and get some bitches; your sorrow will draw them for miles.
They are, my mom's friend had one and it was the sweetest dog.
I didn't cry until I got home at 1:45 tonight and saw her collar sitting in her empty crate
fuck
My dog died a few years ago, didn't hit me til i came home a few weeks later and he wasn't there to greet me. Wasn't real til then kind thing.
fucking lucien
"Sandra has a good solid anti-murderer vibe. My skin felt very secure and sufficiently attached to my body when I met her. Also my organs." HAIL SATAN
I read some post about his parents carrying him through a city full of dead bodies and decided maybe it was best not to ask. Ever.
This morning, I got up, walked the dog and let her wander around as usual. She's not allowed in the bedroom until my wife gets up. So she was sitting at the end of the corridor, waiting for my wife to come out.
I opened the door and invited her in, and Lexie bounced into the room, tail wagging and with a spring in her step.
But then she saw the bed.
And saw that it was empty.
Watching her tail slowly droop as my little puppy realised her mommy wasn't home broke my heart. She had to stare at the bed and sniff it a bit just to make sure.
Almost as sad as a man without a dog is a dog without an owner.
I had to play with her a bit to cheer her up, but she's going to be depressed for a few days.
The false alarm about an extra $800 from the irs made me laugh and happy I didn't go out and blow my bank account on a video card, LCD screens, and lapdances....not in that order.
After the death of my great grand mother last year and my grandmother the year before that, I realized that every time you are overwhelmed with grief, you need to rock out as hard as you can and live well as tribute to their memory and all the good memories that they gave you.
Our third golden was diagnosed with a giant deadly stomach tumor right after his 10th birthday (also 4 months after MY diagnosis), but I guess it turned out to be something less serious and they removed it and he feels better now.
Monty is going to live forever.
I was pretty devastated but it took my fiancee months to get out the depression from it
This was Dewey
And this is our new rescue dachshund, Hansel