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Re: Omega-3 Fatty Acids: An Essential Contribution 

By: hydro_gen in 6TH POPE | Recommend this post (3)
Thu, 29 Jul 21 10:21 PM | 30 view(s)
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Pets become an extension of our family.
Again I hope that you and Mrs De decide to one day adopt another critter!!
It will not change the world yet WILL change the world for the critter!!

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PEACE

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Re: Omega-3 Fatty Acids: An Essential Contribution
By: Decomposed in 6TH POPE
Thu, 29 Jul 21 5:20 PM 		Msg. 20772 of 60008

Everyone:

Re: “My sincere condolances on your family's loss.”Thank you so much for your kind wishes.

It's funny because I would have told you before this month that I wasn't THAT attached to my dog. He wouldn't walk with me (when we got him, he bucked, slipped out of his collar and was gone for 12 hours. After that, I refused to take him on another walk - though my wife did, all the time. He was her exercise companion.). He couldn't fetch a ball. He had a very short attention span, was scared of me for the longest time, and didn't know so much as "Come" or "Sit" when we got him - and he was between 2 and 5 years old at that time according to different vets.

But, months ago, I was telling my wife how much I'd come to like him. He'd learned quite a bit. And though he was obviously fonder of women than men and had formed a far stronger bond with her, he'd begun showing affection to me too and it was very touching.

Now that he's gone, I'm constantly catching myself on the verge of talking to him. I come up the stairs from outside and keep expecting to hear him racing to the door to joyfully greet me and reassure himself that he was not, in fact, forever abandoned. When there's a moth in the house, I look to where his bed was and want to see him transfixed in fascination as he always was, no doubt imagining he could catch it and wolf it down in a single bite - yet when a flying bird once hit his enclosure fence and fell to the ground, he picked it up so gingerly that my wife was able to remove it from his mouth, stroke it a couple of time and watch it fly away. I had all these nicknames for him - Furball, Fuzzface, Hairball, Schnookie... and even "You Apex Predator!" - and it's hard to believe I'll never use them again. The house is empty. For now, I am too.

I already miss him. I'm in mourning for a little dog I'd come to love, whose last two days were awful and who had to be put down way too soon. He didn't deserve this and we didn't see it coming. I thought I'd have him for another 8-10 years but had to say goodbye too soon. That's why it hurts.

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