maddash wrote:I'm sure many of you who have read my posts on pets know how I feel about them - I'm not really a pet person whatsoever. I think they're simply animals that become affectionate out of survival - we feed them, they become our friends. I also think we transfer a lot of human emotions on to them, when really they're just still animals that we "think" act in human ways....
Out of curiousity, if you were in bed with a supermodel inside the hotel of a five-star hotel suite, would you make a negative comment about the thread count of the sheets?
Just asking. I thought I was the board's resident pessimist, but I think your glass is way emptier than mine.
maddash wrote:I'm sure many of you who have read my posts on pets know how I feel about them - I'm not really a pet person whatsoever. I think they're simply animals that become affectionate out of survival - we feed them, they become our friends. I also think we transfer a lot of human emotions on to them, when really they're just still animals that we "think" act in human ways....
Out of curiousity, if you were in bed with a supermodel inside the hotel of a five-star hotel suite, would you make a negative comment about the thread count of the sheets?
Just asking. I thought I was the board's resident pessimist, but I think your glass is way emptier than mine.
I was just trying to point out that I, a person who's not into pets at all, feels grateful for my experience with them - a experience that's been much more positive than I expected it to be. For perspective on how unprecedented that was for me, I had to give a little background on my thoughts on pets. It wasn't meant as a way to get in a jab.
And I don't want to steer this thread in the wrong direction - so I'll be quick - I don't think my outlook is pessimistic in the least. Like I said, I don't dwell on it, but I think that our emotions are largely evolutionary in nature (and that the emotions of even domesticated animals aren't nearly as complex as we want them to be). That doesn't make them any less meaningful for me.
A little late here. My condolences to you Longhorn. My parents lost one of their two goldens to cancer about 3 months ago. Now my best friend's girlfriend's dog is about to be put down. Hang in there. I am sure you gave your dog a great life.
For longhorn and anyone else who has lost a beloved pet.
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Dogs are great pets. I haven't had one since I was a kid. I've wanted to get one for a long time but just cannot do it under my present work/travel circumstances. In due time, I will though. Wanna make sure I can take care of him/her properly first.
Just got an email from my parents. My Abbey died this week. She was a 13 year old Airedale terrier. I'm gonna miss her. She was the sweetest dog anyone could ask for. But she was also tough, and strong. I've got great memories of wrestling with her, running around the woods with her, chasing her around the neighborhood when she'd get out of the yard. She was "my girl," as I used to call her, and the kid in me wanted her to live forever.
G. Keenan wrote:Just got an email from my parents. My Abbey died this week. She was a 13 year old Airedale terrier. I'm gonna miss her. She was the sweetest dog anyone could ask for. But she was also tough, and strong. I've got great memories of wrestling with her, running around the woods with her, chasing her around the neighborhood when she'd get out of the yard. She was "my girl," as I used to call her, and the kid in me wanted her to live forever.
Sorry to hear, that, GK. I just lost mine about a month ago and it hit me hard, too.
