tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post3306014342641766566..comments2024-03-29T09:08:05.850+00:00Comments on THE SMALL THINGS: A design flaw; or, I really, really miss my dogTania Kindersleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18355967725006605825noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-20676570441188506332012-11-05T13:58:52.873+00:002012-11-05T13:58:52.873+00:00ah tania, am back from a few days away and so so s...ah tania, am back from a few days away and so so sad to read your news. could never have said that i am a pet/dog person but even a dolt like me could see that Pigeon was the business.the heartiest of hugs to you.angiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05974280891092440220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-78971340470350612832012-11-05T12:38:36.759+00:002012-11-05T12:38:36.759+00:00When you prefaced your photos with "It was mi...When you prefaced your photos with "It was minus one...", I didn't think about the temperature.<br />And then, "but the sun still had warmth in it."<br /><br />I love Robert Frost. "In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life. It goes on."<br /><br />XXXX PatPat (in Belgium)https://www.blogger.com/profile/02367089351412953926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-10874114876842319282012-11-05T07:20:06.941+00:002012-11-05T07:20:06.941+00:00My heart aches when I see the photos. Such a diffi...My heart aches when I see the photos. Such a difficult time for you. Mysticahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10941269615559681014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-24463314839206339992012-11-05T02:03:12.325+00:002012-11-05T02:03:12.325+00:00I agree with the poster above, you should not feel...I agree with the poster above, you should not feel as though you're not as entitled to your grief simply because Pigeon was not a human. She was your daily companion and now she is not there. <br /><br />We used to have horses and I too loved when they had their winter coats, so thick and furry. <br /><br />Your woods are lovely and Frost is perfect for them.Nancy Lettshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07181780512702116532noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-46230706364273030922012-11-05T00:07:59.590+00:002012-11-05T00:07:59.590+00:00There's nothing I can write here that can help...There's nothing I can write here that can help but I'm feeling your pain - I am another of your sobbing readers. I wish I could drop by with a home-made treat and just give you a hug, even though we don't know each other in the "real" world. Your writing is wonderful, it brings me back to when I lost my dogs and my grandfather. Take care. xAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-59173385828507635222012-11-04T23:55:55.039+00:002012-11-04T23:55:55.039+00:00The 'love is love' observation in an earli...The 'love is love' observation in an earlier post, and your remark here that Pigeon gave you 'somewhere to put all the love' just about sums up what our dogs mean to us. My children would have the opinion that the design flaw was not in us, but in the face that God gave dogs such shorter lifespans than to us- in fact, I think they have told God what they think of this as we have grieved over our previous dog-people.<br />Pigeon was incredibly important. You miss her. Very, very much. I'm sorry for your loss, but if she had been less of a companion you'd miss her less. I think one's grief is in utter proportion to the importance of the loss and its a compliment to Pigeon that she's left such a hole. As characters go she really was wonderful!Hecketyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06065779986583259061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-39951859699985470702012-11-04T22:26:34.220+00:002012-11-04T22:26:34.220+00:00Like Goldenoldenlady, when I saw that face the tea...Like Goldenoldenlady, when I saw that face the tears started. I do hope you find some comfort in knowing you are thought of and cared about. <br />Be kind to yourself. xxEmnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-19922896312771806442012-11-04T21:21:32.992+00:002012-11-04T21:21:32.992+00:00Oh no - I have been away working in Uganda - I cri...Oh no - I have been away working in Uganda - I cried when I read your last few posts - there are no words but hold on - you will learn to deal with this too, but what a dreadful design flaw that death truly is. Amanda xAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-35709066330915238892012-11-04T20:55:57.946+00:002012-11-04T20:55:57.946+00:00I do love your photos of the trees - and 'The ...I do love your photos of the trees - and 'The woods are lovely, dark, and deep' is the perfect quote for them.Becca McCallumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09339982441409936532noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-89571019679525810822012-11-04T18:54:59.229+00:002012-11-04T18:54:59.229+00:00It seems too much that not only should have this l...It seems too much that not only should have this loss but that you should also feel in some way not as entitled to grieve as the gentleman who has lost his wife. When a friend of mine lost his cat I know he grieved far more than if any of his nearest and dearest had died, not because he had his priorities wrong but just because he loved that cat more than anyone else. He is a lovely man and it was agony to watch him go through it. We like to put things in boxes and hierarchise everything, including relationships, but life isn't like that for most of us, it's far messier and harder to pin down. You are a writer, so trying to pin down is what you do, and you do it brilliantly, luckily for your Dear Readers. You made me laugh and cry in this post. Keep treating yourself gently. RachelAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-84523284831209530212012-11-04T17:11:45.536+00:002012-11-04T17:11:45.536+00:00"love is love" (the sister)
sometimes wh..."love is love" (the sister)<br />sometimes when I skipped your blog for a few days or weeks and I would come back I had this feeling of apprehension even impending doom before looking at the latest post...no sigh of relief this time;<br />You have made Pigeon a precious part of our lives, sharing the happy times and now inevitably the tears. <br />Thinking of you<br />lizlizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15325877636920130672noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-19540637729158433352012-11-04T14:31:10.876+00:002012-11-04T14:31:10.876+00:00Scrolled down slowly and there she was. Tears star...Scrolled down slowly and there she was. Tears started into my eyes, which just isn't sensible; I didn't know her, I've never met you. But your writing and photographs have somehow become so familiar, intimate even, that part of me believes you're that grand game girl who lives round the corner, who makes me think and laugh in equal measure.<br /><br />We are th'intereweb neighbours, I guess, you and the Dear Readers are a global village. Wish we could pop round and say, hate to intrude, but just wondering how you're doing. I guess when we comment that's the typing equivalent.<br /><br />You are much thought of - hope it helps. This is my second attempt to post. First effort had typos, tears in eyes not goods for proof-readingAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13702475308562601190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-73152890706113292092012-11-04T14:28:27.901+00:002012-11-04T14:28:27.901+00:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13702475308562601190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-84578426985953963562012-11-04T13:25:05.904+00:002012-11-04T13:25:05.904+00:00I just found out that a lady I work with has a son...I just found out that a lady I work with has a son with stage 4 cancer. We're still having a gas shortage here on Long Island and she's worried she won't be able to get him into the city for his chemo treatment tomorrow because they've run out of gas.<br /><br />Like the man who lost his wife, this lady has given me all kinds of perspective. I feel quite nearly guilty for having come through this hurricane with a mere four hours without electricity. All the electricity and gas in the world can't fix her problem.<br /><br />I'm glad you're still putting Pidge pictures in. Even while I'm reading what you write, my mind is searching for her face.Marchelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11201825708442679157noreply@blogger.com