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Nestucca, if I was you....get a pup.



I feel for my dad, Whitey was his dog.


Me and Whitey were along on the ride together.
(we lost a bit of the glue...)

Sorry for your loss. Lost 2 Heelers in the last 2 years. Can't bring myself to get a pup just yet. Not sure I'd be able to handle it in 10 years or so. Best dang dogs I've ever owned.

Schitty deal. Sorry Sam

Sounds like you and I think the same.

Sorry for your loss.

For you and your dad Sam, from all my partners that have gone around the bend before us:

THE PATH BEYOND THE BEND

Have you ever walked along a path
And looked ahead of you
To where the road turned suddenly
And seemed lost awhile from view?

Think of your dear one living still
Where the road goes on without end
It is only WE who do not see
The path beyond the bend



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Geno

Damn. Hate to hear it.

You have my sympathy. It's never easy.

I know the feeling. Damn dogs... Prayers from Colorado, Sam.

Condolences, hate to see a good dog go

Damn what a bad deal,looks like he was a great companion! Sorry for your loss.

Good boy Whitey.

I hope my yellow lab outlives me, I had a talk with him when he was about 6 mos old.

I shared a beer with him, I told him you sombitch don’t break my heart.


I have to FaceTime the fugger when I’m on the other of the hemisphere.

Damn, Sam. Condolences. The good ones hurt the most.

If we just didn't let them into our hearts, it'd easy.

Sorry, Sam. I don’t know what I’ll do when my pup goes. Losing a dog is losing a family member.

Alot of us feel the same way.
Nothing wrong with it at all either.

For a different dog, but seems to fit.


The House Dog's Grave (Haig, an English bulldog)

I've changed my ways a little; I cannot now
Run with you in the evenings along the shore,
Except in a kind of dream; and you, if you dream a moment,
You see me there.

So leave awhile the paw-marks on the front door
Where I used to scratch to go out or in,
And you'd soon open; leave on the kitchen floor
The marks of my drinking-pan.

I cannot lie by your fire as I used to do
On the warm stone,
Nor at the foot of your bed; no, all the night through
I lie alone.

But your kind thought has laid me less than six feet
Outside your window where firelight so often plays,
And where you sit to read--and I fear often grieving for me--
Every night your lamplight lies on my place.

You, man and woman, live so long, it is hard
To think of you ever dying
A little dog would get tired, living so long.
I hope than when you are lying

Under the ground like me your lives will appear
As good and joyful as mine.
No, dear, that's too much hope: you are not so well cared for
As I have been.

And never have known the passionate undivided
Fidelities that I knew.
Your minds are perhaps too active, too many-sided. . . .
But to me you were true.

You were never masters, but friends. I was your friend.
I loved you well, and was loved. Deep love endures
To the end and far past the end. If this is my end,
I am not lonely. I am not afraid. I am still yours.


Robinson Jeffers, 1941

Lol!!!

I used ta have the ole lady put cookie on the phone when I was working on the black sea via satellite phone .
Talk to him and get him barking.

Lol!!!!


Dogs.......
Best thing that ever happened to man 10,s of thousands of years ago.

10-4 man, they are great friends.

That dog was a Rock star man!!!
Hamming it up for the Pic 100%
LOL!!!