tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296380.post6800381588264070072..comments2024-01-15T18:37:16.075-05:00Comments on Sticky Crows: Deaf, not deadtornwordohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16581361982939423598noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296380.post-77078876727858762852008-02-22T21:36:00.000-05:002008-02-22T21:36:00.000-05:00How beautiful she is!How beautiful she is!jasonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11116663308431251286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296380.post-55006049063397572932008-02-14T15:20:00.000-05:002008-02-14T15:20:00.000-05:00oh how i feel for you and the story of sara. i am...oh how i feel for you and the story of sara. i am going through the same thing right now with our sasha. he's going to be 17 in june, but i'm not sure he'll make it to see another birthday. i just hope we do right by him and don't put him through inadvertant suffering.<BR/><BR/>anyway, best wishes to you and sara.danny/ink2metalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11725921328440113665noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296380.post-41187997033205959702008-02-13T21:02:00.000-05:002008-02-13T21:02:00.000-05:00youre special. and so is sara.youre special. and so is sara.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296380.post-41113004839396547812008-02-13T14:03:00.000-05:002008-02-13T14:03:00.000-05:00Sara is a beauty and I agree with you and so many ...Sara is a beauty and I agree with you and so many others: you'll know when the moment arrives and in the meantime, just love her.<BR/><BR/>Our Em is thirteen and has been making those grunty, groany muttering noises pretty regularly for most of that time. I think sometimes it is a sort of contented purr, other times expressing some opinion or other (like, why are you *smoking*, or I can't Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14337889899066280559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296380.post-20917623443769714532008-02-12T22:26:00.000-05:002008-02-12T22:26:00.000-05:00sara is adorable and you are right to hang on. you...sara is adorable and you are right to hang on. you will know in your heart if you have to do something to make her not suffer. enjoy every day you have her and let her keep doing her cookie routine for you...you know she loves doing it and loves to please you. thats their purpose.abnitudehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04929452532817179240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296380.post-36037377606888875022008-02-12T20:33:00.000-05:002008-02-12T20:33:00.000-05:00Sara is so lucky to have someone who loves her as ...Sara is so lucky to have someone who loves her as much as you do. You will do right by her when the time comes.Summerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12980252502053602258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296380.post-11735391804385658732008-02-12T20:02:00.000-05:002008-02-12T20:02:00.000-05:00You may remember that a while ago John and I had t...You may remember that a while ago John and I had to have our cat 'Kitten' euthanised at the ripe old age of 21.<BR/><BR/>John said that every day when he got home for the last three years or so he would have a little pit of anxiety until he went and found her and made sure she was okay.<BR/><BR/>And I agree with the others, you'll know when it's time. I never really believed that when people mainjahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14079279718716321524noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296380.post-49175542015162229312008-02-12T19:58:00.000-05:002008-02-12T19:58:00.000-05:00The end of this poem (?) always brings me to tears...The end of this poem (?) always brings me to tears, because while it's been a while since I had a dog, I've never, ever forgotten the ones that I had.<BR/><BR/>In the end, you both have to choose when her time has come. But, as the last few sentences say -and one I truly think is logical - there comes a time, broken heart or not, for Sara to venture off to that undiscovered country.<BR/>*********Davidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14714555278256576619noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296380.post-67354927336358016602008-02-12T18:31:00.000-05:002008-02-12T18:31:00.000-05:00Might the mind always be tempered by the heart les...Might the mind always be tempered by the heart lest we act upon life in haste.<BR/><BR/>May the season of loving life with Sara continue a good long while.<BR/><BR/>Peace,<BR/>-CAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296380.post-47349118094926016962008-02-12T18:19:00.000-05:002008-02-12T18:19:00.000-05:00Oh boy, and here I sit with a brand-new puppy two ...Oh boy, and here I sit with a brand-new puppy two days now. My heart is tugged in a million directions. I send you giant hugs and Sara the same.A Lewishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05066992019067893513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296380.post-53429159773848554712008-02-12T15:52:00.000-05:002008-02-12T15:52:00.000-05:00I say let it be unless she is in pain and miserabl...I say let it be unless she is in pain and miserable and if you can't relieve that pain than its a different story. We tend to be a bit selfish when it comes to family members and yes I believe pets are family, but in the end we need to make sure we are doing what's best for them. sometimes what's best for them may not be what's best for us and and I have been in this situation on one to many TJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00938370284228244916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296380.post-58733135453344779702008-02-12T13:57:00.000-05:002008-02-12T13:57:00.000-05:00Give this wonderful old lady all the love you can ...Give this wonderful old lady all the love you can for the rest of her time being. And make it a routine to first look and then roll when you are sitting in your office chair. I got used to this order many years ago. So far I did not roll on one of my two cats, who both love to silently place themselves under the chair. <BR/>My heartfelt best wishes to Sara!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296380.post-4918945017526829462008-02-12T13:10:00.000-05:002008-02-12T13:10:00.000-05:00Oh I do feel for you. But rest assured, you will k...Oh I do feel for you. But rest assured, you will know without a doubt when it is time. Until then, enjoy your snuggle-bunny.Ms. Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06093843256246047245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296380.post-17520277556445287822008-02-12T12:54:00.000-05:002008-02-12T12:54:00.000-05:00Weeeellllll,Cooper and Lemuel said it well. I woul...Weeeellllll,<BR/>Cooper and Lemuel said it well. <BR/>I would just like to ask Serge if he wants to be put to sleep just because he can't take a good shit.<BR/>Sara has so much love.A Bear in the Woodshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11013721650938158869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296380.post-57602252757229115772008-02-12T12:48:00.000-05:002008-02-12T12:48:00.000-05:00Oh, Sara.Oh, Sara.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296380.post-21625638828505808322008-02-12T11:19:00.000-05:002008-02-12T11:19:00.000-05:00Coltrane was taught a handful of tricks to do when...Coltrane was taught a handful of tricks to do when he gets a treat. Sit, shake, roll over. Over time he's evolved them all into one single fluid move, in the hopes that doing all of them at once will expedite the treat hand-off. I'll try to get video of it, along with his snow boots prance. It's really pretty graceful: sit, lift one paw, drop the shoulder into a roll, sit up again, look Patrickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10556860299477514075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296380.post-40441572303236652022008-02-12T10:59:00.000-05:002008-02-12T10:59:00.000-05:00Yes, it is YOU who has the responsibility of looki...Yes, it is YOU who has the responsibility of looking before rolling. She's a DOG, you jerk. As for Serge...I'll slap him.<BR/><BR/>Poor baby Sara...Laceyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06707866603299800164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296380.post-26521340812151030122008-02-12T10:54:00.000-05:002008-02-12T10:54:00.000-05:00Good for you to stick to your guns.My mom had a do...Good for you to stick to your guns.<BR/><BR/>My mom had a dog that ended up blind and deaf. She would go to the door and stand there and you had to stomp on the floor so she knew the door was open to go out. Same thing when she came back. It was weird. <BR/><BR/>I want you to be in charge of my living will...if I can't shit or walk on my own, I want someone to put me out too.Roxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06109820610940479415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296380.post-26117048382167924632008-02-12T10:40:00.000-05:002008-02-12T10:40:00.000-05:00Unless she is clearly in pain, I wouldn't do anyth...Unless she is clearly in pain, I wouldn't do anything. Enjoy the remaining time that you have together.GayProfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11289510184782252498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296380.post-59023517033158240132008-02-12T10:34:00.000-05:002008-02-12T10:34:00.000-05:00I've been on "death watch" before, too. Those ten...I've been on "death watch" before, too. Those tense moments where you stand stock still looking for any sign of movement. It's emotionally exhausting but I cling to straws before I have to make the "decision."dpastehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10813652943621759603noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296380.post-81185269439176351332008-02-12T10:31:00.000-05:002008-02-12T10:31:00.000-05:00You will know when it is time. Give her a big hug...You will know when it is time. Give her a big hug and a kiss from me.ChickenStriphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09617518980452983817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296380.post-26237391348449792062008-02-12T10:06:00.000-05:002008-02-12T10:06:00.000-05:00I think the groans are happy noises of contentment...I think the groans are happy noises of contentment, because that's what our four-year-old dog does when she is lying on the rug with a sock in her mouth. Happy pup.<BR/><BR/>It will be Sara's time when her quality of life keeps her from being happy in your presence. You will know when that is. You can hold her in your arms as she falls asleep, then quietly slips into that permanent sleep. We did Birdiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12852713057094279347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296380.post-83027393911397473862008-02-12T09:35:00.000-05:002008-02-12T09:35:00.000-05:00Oh this reminds me of when I was having to make th...Oh this reminds me of when I was having to make these choices for my dog Andy Panda. One day I came home, she had fallen on the wood floor, shat and peed, and who knows how ling she laid there. I picked her up, we got her cleaned up and put her on a soft bed on the deck while she dried. We brought her in that night to sleep in the kitchen, left her there when we went to work. We got home, sheCoffeeDoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12561507227103151863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296380.post-44782090311004263522008-02-12T09:09:00.000-05:002008-02-12T09:09:00.000-05:00She's become a lovely, darling, eccentric old lady...She's become a lovely, darling, eccentric old lady. I 100% agree with you. Her groans and little foibles should remain until her life contains no dignity, and her pain is greater than her joy.Cooperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02327268988762513100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296380.post-70155768497826809522008-02-12T08:37:00.000-05:002008-02-12T08:37:00.000-05:00Just from reading your blog, I have my own attachm...Just from reading your blog, I have my own attachment to your Sara. I look eagerly for your posts that include her exploits. It is clear to me that there is still a lot of love in her. She will let you know when it is time. Believe me, I will join you then in your grief!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com