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7 Things Not To Say When Someone Has Lost A Pet

When a friend or loved one has lost their pet it is often very hard to know what to say to help.  With over 200 million pets owned in the United States most of us will, at one time or another, be called upon to support  an important person in our life as they experience the often times devastating loss of a pet.  While it may be very hard to know what to say, an important part of supporting the loved one is to know what not to say:

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It’s Back to School For Pets Too

I don’t know about others but there is something about the first of September that creates in me this feeling of “a new start”, “something new just around the corner”.  I guess it’s just conditioning from all of those years of anticipating the new school year, new school clothes, new friends, new teachers, etc.  After all it wasn’t that long ago was it?  ahem..

We aren’t the only ones experiencing these feelings.  If we’re feeling it, you know our pets are.  For those families with children still at home the changes can be profound.  If we can get down on their level for a few observations;  for days now, there has been a frenzy of last minute trips which may have involved pet-sitters or kenneling as families scrambled to get in those last minute vacation days or promised fun times. New boxes and bags have been coming home with interesting smelling items as families have been stocking up on school suppies, clothing, gear and packed lunch treats.  There have been more conversations around the family gathering places and perhaps a more organized or disorganized (depending upon the family) evening mealtime hour with school sports and club schedules beginning to appear on family schedules.  Out come the dreaded alarm clocks that, perhaps, silent for weeks now, have been ringing at “o-bright thirty” once again. Now there is a new breakfast time for everyone including the pets which means new potty time, walk time,  etc.  Lots of early morning conversation, some of it quite animated as everyone rushes around to meet the bus schedule, head off with friends or pile into the car for the morning commute.  Then…..silence.

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A Promise Kept; his ashes are where he most loved to be…

 Benny Man was our first rescue dog.  He came to us from a breeder whose life had become more complicated and she could no longer care for him the way she should have.  He wasn’t for sale but when my husband and I met him and saw his condition we made her a very generous offer and she, knowing that she had over-used him as a stud and wasn’t giving him the care that he needed,  happily accepted our offer.  Benny was seven years old,  deaf and  emmaciated from a flea infestation which had compounded into a tape worm.  Our veterinarian was shocked by his condition and was able to remove many teeth which had caused the ear infections and, after months of tender loving care,  Benny was once again  able to hear and, to our surprise,   had a beautiful white coat!  We had thought that Benny Man was a cream colored dog but he had lived around so much cigarette smoke that his coat had become discolored and dull.

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THE 10 COMMANDMENTS OF DOG OWNERSHIP

I recently found this post on the website  http://www.flwheatenclub.org/rescue  and feel it is important enough to share here:

THE TEN COMMANDMENTS OF DOG OWNERSHIP

1.  My life is likely to last 10 to 15 years. Any separation from you will be painful.

2.  Give me time to understand what you want from me. Do not break my spirit with your temper, though I will always forgive you. Your patience will teach me more effectively.

3.  Please have me spayed or neutered.

4.  Treat me kindly, my beloved friend, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for your kindness than mine. Don’t be angry with me for long, and don’t lock me up as punishment. After all, you have your job, your friends, your entertainment. I have only you.

5.  Speak to me often. Even if I don’t understand your words, I understand your voice when it’s speaking to me. Your voice is the sweetest sound I ever hear, as you must know by my enthusiasm whenever I hear your footsteps.

6.  Take me in when it’s cold and wet. I’m a domestic animal and am no longer accustomed to the bitter elements. I ask for little more than your gentle hands petting me. Keep my bowl filled with water. Feed me good food so that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding. By your side, I stand ready, able and willing to share my life with you, for that is what I live for. I’ll never forget how well you’ve treated me.

7.  Don’t hit me. Remember I have teeth that could easily crush the bones in your hand, but I choose not to bite you.

8.  Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I’m not getting the right food, I’ve been out in the sun too long, or my heart may be getting weak.

9.  Take care of me when I get old. For you will grow old, too.

10.  When I am old, or when I no longer enjoy good health, please do not make heroic efforts to keep me going. I am not having fun. Just see to it that my trusting life is taken gently. And be with me on that difficult journey when it’s time to say goodbye. Everything is easier for me when you are there. I will leave this earth knowing with my last breath that my fate was always safest in your hands.

Where Did the Term ‘Dog Days of Summer’ Come From?

Sirius, the Dog Star, rises and sets with the sun during Dog Days.
http://www.associatedcontent.comarticle/347828/where_did_the_term_dog_days_of_summer.html

A Dog Named “Beau”

A bereaved young woman called me the other day to order one of our Soft-Hearted Pillow Pet Urns for her newly departed very best buddy, Beau.  As is usually the case,  she and I barely made it through the conversation in one piece.   Later she sent me a beautiful tribute she had created for her friend, Beau, which included a cute photograph of her buddy along with the poem, “Beau”, written by Jimmy Stewart.
I was reminded of the night that Jimmy Stewart read that poem on the Johnny Carson Show; I think there wasn’t a dry eye in the nation that night or around the water cooler the next day. 

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