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Sorry to read this, Rusty. Nothing like a good shop dog. My condolences.
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That is sad. My condolences.
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My condolences to you Rusty. I hope that you will cherish the memories of you and your faithful shop buddy!
My condolences Rusty.mastercabman
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My condolences,but it's not just a good friend,it's a best friend.
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There's absolutely nothing that compares with the love of a good critter. I'm very sad for your loss.
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Thanks everyone for the condolences, it's hard to lose someone thats been with you for 15 years. It is really lonely in the shop now, but I know it will get easier with time. She will always be in my memory just as my other dogs are that I've lost. There is nothing better than a good pet, "unconditional love".
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Hey Rusty,
Please don't wait too long to find another shop dog.
Please don't wait too long to find another shop dog.
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Upscale said:
I look at is as honoring the memory of a recently-deceased, much-beloved companion when I adopt a rescued dog that might otherwise be put down unnecessarily for no other reason than the lack of a loving home. The new one can never replace the departed one, but just occupies yet another part of my heart. And yes, it still hurts to deal with the grief regarding the departed one, but the newly rescued one seems to pay it back in spades. It seems to me that at some level they seem to know and appreciate that they've been given a second chance.
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Sparktrician said:
Willy, [thumbs up]
Rusty, sorry for your loss. You will know when it is time for another friend. I have rescued all my dogs over the years with the exception of MacGyver. I guess he could consider himself rescued if he could go back and revisit where he was bred. This past weekend was the 3 year anniversary of him coming to live with us and I spent quite a bit of time remembering all the special aspects of all my dogs who lived and loved and were loved who now play together somewhere without pain - Pharaoh, Mr. Moose, Shadow, Blazer, and Zorro.
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Rusty; sorry to hear about your loss. My pups are my most loyal companions, and I know it's hard to see one go. Keep your chin up brother-
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Rusty, so sorry for your loss. She looks like such a great dog, im sure she not only filled your life with joy and love but that you did the same for her! its amazing how special the bond between man and animal can be.
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I just spotted your post. Sorry for your loss. We have been without a dog for 2 years. Lost our almost 13 year old Great Pyrenees first, and then her buddy, a 12 year old Rottweiler. I understand how difficult it is to bring a new dog into the household. I am close to retiring and am now starting to make a "Prioritized List" of potential dogs to consider.Rusty Miller said:
Hope you can do so before too long.
Lee
Rusty, I'm sorry about your loss. I have lost several of my good, very great, pals over the years. It has never been easy. I do have many stories to tell about each one so the memories are never far away.
Just this morning, I went to a job where I had to mow, blow leaves and put down grass seed and fertilizer. There were a couple of trucks in the driveway and i knew it was probably carpenters or painters. The home owner, one of my very favorite customers, is having the house painted and putting in a porch extension where I had removed and transplanted, elsewhere, several very large rhododendrons. I decided, before unloading my equipment from the trailer, I should walk in and investigate to see if I should, or should not, do my thing today, or wait.
As I rounded the corner to the back of the house where the work was being done, a tall young man came over and introduced himself to me, giving only his first name. I told him I am Tinker. "Didn't you used to plow my Grandfather's driveway?"
"That all depends on who your grandfather is," I replied.
When he told me, I asked if he was still alive. He has been 39 for even longer than I. It turns out he is 89 and still going strong. The last time i had spoken with him, his wife had been diagnosed with cancer, so I asked about her. "Oh she is still around and very healthy as well. She still goes for exercise two or three days a week."
They are really fine people and the grandfather was one of the very first people I met when we moved to Wilton back in 1945 (Hey, I'm only 39 and i will stick to my story :
) He and his brother owned and ran a diner in town. One of my favorite hangouts in the day. For now, i reminisced a few stories with the grandson. The story i liked the best, and will always be dear to my heart, as it will always be with my wife and children is about a gift the man's grandfather gave us shortly after my wife and i were married.
The two of us were just stting down to dinner when the phone rang. At the other end of the line, my friend Bob was asking if i would like a puppy. Bob was into raising English Setters as a sideline and hobby. I knew he had a good breed line and he sold his pups for some pretty high prices, too high for my pocket anyhow. I went along and discussed his proposal. When i asked how much he wanted for the puppy, He replied, "Just take her. She is the runt of the litter and i won't sell her. i know you like dogs and she will have a good home."
I told my wife and after a very short discussion, she agreed to take the dog. That puppy was our first baby. Our daughter came along several months later and eventually, a son joined the family. That puppy stayed with us for eleven years, whelping a couple of surprise litters along the way. She loved to rough house with me to the point i had no sweatshirts with full sleves. She knew that the children were a bit more delicate and was the most gentle a dog could be with both of them. One time, our son ran across the room and dove onto the dog. The dog just groaned, got up and moved to another spot on the floor. I never had to explain to that dog that she had to be gentle with the children, she just knew. I did explain to my son that he had to be responsible and gentle with animals. i did not have to punish him, but he never did something like that again.
I have many other stories about the little dog, about 1/3 the size of a full grown Setter and almost pure white. She was such a gentle dog except when she played with me. Any one seeing her go at me might, if they did not know and understand dogs, might get the idea she had a vicious streak in her. Thru the years, I often told my friend, Bob, and his wife, how much we enjoyed the dog. I named her "Buzzy" as we had been asked to take her after hearing the phone buzz.
Oh, BTW, i had forgotten about something I knew about the grandson and did not mention. After plowing my friends driveway for many years, and mowing his lawn as well, one evening he called me to tell me he no longer needed my services. I really did not mind as he told me his granson had just bought a jeep with a snow plow and he was going to take over the job. I should have remembered that so i could tell the grandson i have been mad at him ever since. i guess it's good i didn't remember. the man is twice my size. Oh well, i don't have time to tell all the stories i remember. [unsure]
Rusty, I hope you find another "pal" soon
Tinker
Just this morning, I went to a job where I had to mow, blow leaves and put down grass seed and fertilizer. There were a couple of trucks in the driveway and i knew it was probably carpenters or painters. The home owner, one of my very favorite customers, is having the house painted and putting in a porch extension where I had removed and transplanted, elsewhere, several very large rhododendrons. I decided, before unloading my equipment from the trailer, I should walk in and investigate to see if I should, or should not, do my thing today, or wait.
As I rounded the corner to the back of the house where the work was being done, a tall young man came over and introduced himself to me, giving only his first name. I told him I am Tinker. "Didn't you used to plow my Grandfather's driveway?"
"That all depends on who your grandfather is," I replied.
When he told me, I asked if he was still alive. He has been 39 for even longer than I. It turns out he is 89 and still going strong. The last time i had spoken with him, his wife had been diagnosed with cancer, so I asked about her. "Oh she is still around and very healthy as well. She still goes for exercise two or three days a week."
They are really fine people and the grandfather was one of the very first people I met when we moved to Wilton back in 1945 (Hey, I'm only 39 and i will stick to my story :
) He and his brother owned and ran a diner in town. One of my favorite hangouts in the day. For now, i reminisced a few stories with the grandson. The story i liked the best, and will always be dear to my heart, as it will always be with my wife and children is about a gift the man's grandfather gave us shortly after my wife and i were married.The two of us were just stting down to dinner when the phone rang. At the other end of the line, my friend Bob was asking if i would like a puppy. Bob was into raising English Setters as a sideline and hobby. I knew he had a good breed line and he sold his pups for some pretty high prices, too high for my pocket anyhow. I went along and discussed his proposal. When i asked how much he wanted for the puppy, He replied, "Just take her. She is the runt of the litter and i won't sell her. i know you like dogs and she will have a good home."
I told my wife and after a very short discussion, she agreed to take the dog. That puppy was our first baby. Our daughter came along several months later and eventually, a son joined the family. That puppy stayed with us for eleven years, whelping a couple of surprise litters along the way. She loved to rough house with me to the point i had no sweatshirts with full sleves. She knew that the children were a bit more delicate and was the most gentle a dog could be with both of them. One time, our son ran across the room and dove onto the dog. The dog just groaned, got up and moved to another spot on the floor. I never had to explain to that dog that she had to be gentle with the children, she just knew. I did explain to my son that he had to be responsible and gentle with animals. i did not have to punish him, but he never did something like that again.
I have many other stories about the little dog, about 1/3 the size of a full grown Setter and almost pure white. She was such a gentle dog except when she played with me. Any one seeing her go at me might, if they did not know and understand dogs, might get the idea she had a vicious streak in her. Thru the years, I often told my friend, Bob, and his wife, how much we enjoyed the dog. I named her "Buzzy" as we had been asked to take her after hearing the phone buzz.
Oh, BTW, i had forgotten about something I knew about the grandson and did not mention. After plowing my friends driveway for many years, and mowing his lawn as well, one evening he called me to tell me he no longer needed my services. I really did not mind as he told me his granson had just bought a jeep with a snow plow and he was going to take over the job. I should have remembered that so i could tell the grandson i have been mad at him ever since. i guess it's good i didn't remember. the man is twice my size. Oh well, i don't have time to tell all the stories i remember. [unsure]
Rusty, I hope you find another "pal" soon
Tinker
