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Pastimes : Where the GIT's are going -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: KLP who wrote (156870)	1/5/2008 4:22:12 PM
From: ManyMoose	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 225578

I did miss that. I was in Idaho at the time. Dogs should live forever. They are such special animals. Our first dog was a springer mix that looked like a miniature Springer. I accidentally killed her with my own stupidity when I let her out to run beside my pickup for exercise. The next Springer was five years old when we got him. He was killed while I was at work. We got a new puppy, a springer named Shadow. When Shadow passed we swore we would never have another dog because it just hurt too bad when we lost them. Three days later we had Annie, another Springer Spaniel. She lived for fifteen years. We got Daisy from our daughter when Annie started failing. We thought Annie would teach Daisy how to be a good dog. Soon, Annie, blind, was depending on Daisy just to get around the yard. If Annie fell in the window well, they both ended up there because Daisy would go in after her. Finally, we stopped overnight at our son's house on the way down to California where our daughter was desperately ill. Annie fell in the ditch and couldn't get up. We took her to an all night vet, and she passed gratefully with our hands on her. Life was just no fun any more. Our grief was muted by our concern for our daughter. All our dogs have been perfect for us, as if they know what we need. They are mellow and loving. They don't tear up things (once they got out of puppyhood, that is. Daisy freaked out my wife by showing up with feathers sticking out of her mouth. It was the remains of a feather duster), and they are a vital part of our family. Daisy is now six years old, about halfway through our time with her. Dogs should live forever.