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To: Alan Smithee who wrote (108024)	9/2/2005 2:07:51 AM
From: Grainne	Respond to of 108807

I'm really sad about your dog, Alan. I don't do very well when pets are ill. I am somehow just achingly sensitive towards dogs, so I get my heart broken just thinking about them when they are sick. There was a horrible story on Drudge tonight that I just cannot stop thinking about. The people being evacuated from New Orleans on buses are not being allowed to take their pets, and the article describes a little boy crying until he vomited because he couldn't take his little dog Snowball with him. And the officials wouldn't tell the family what would happen to the dog, either. I know everything down there is making horrible life and death choices, but these people are so traumatized and have lost so much. Why make them abandon their pets also? It is all so agonizing to even watch. I cannot imagine how it feels to be there.

To: Alan Smithee who wrote (108024)	9/2/2005 9:28:48 AM
From: J. C. Dithers	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

My heart goes out to you and your family, Alan. I have gone through dog bereavement several times and it is an awful experience. There are several sites on the Internet that have comforting words for those facing the loss of their dearest companions. This is one of my favorites. THE BEST PLACE TO BURY A DOG There is one best place to bury a dog. If you bury him in this spot, he will come to you when you call - come to you over the grim, dim frontier of death, and down the well-remembered path, and to your side again. And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel, they shall not growl at him, nor resent his coming, for he belongs there. People may scoff at you, who see no slightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, who hear no whimper, people who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them, for you shall know something that is hidden from them, and which is well worth the knowing. The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master. Ben Hur Lampam Portland Oregonian Sept. 11, 1925

To: Alan Smithee who wrote (108024)	9/3/2005 2:23:05 AM
From: Grainne	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 108807

Inspired by what JC wrote to you, I finally found my favorite poem about a dog dying on the web, after looking for it for an hour while reading hundreds of sad eulogies for pets and holding my own dying cat and crying. I am sort of an emotional mess at the moment, so I probably should go to bed soon. I hope this poem has some meaning for you right now, Alan: 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 petloss.com