Barry, I am so sorry for your loss. I hate that you are suffering at a distance. I thought I was
done for the night. Ready to call it a day. I am heading to the k-rator for a fresh pint.
Cheers to a great friend. 
And it takes a real man to cry. It will make you feel better. Even if for just a second.
Damn, I didn’t see this thread until Tuesday morning. So sorry Weaz and it truly sucks that you couldn’t be with her.
I’ll raise a pint for Porkchop tonight for sure.
A ha’pint of coffee is all I can raise right now. [Sh]e sure looks like a good dog.
Edit: My mistake, she.
She was the best! You know, brought her home from the pound as a puppy. House broke her in three days. That dog did NOT have and accident from that day on, until Saturday night, when she could not get off the couch. she was an amazing dog.
IME, adopted dogs know they have been saved from the needle, are grateful for it, and spend the rest of their lives showing it!
Some tough days ahead but just know that she will always be with you.
awwww, i’m so sorry to hear about this.
Wise words, Dean.
Dadnabit! Every time I read about these things it brings back memories of our lost pets. Shedding a tear is nothing to be ashamed about IMO! Seems the older I get the softer I get. Maybe 'cause things make more sense? I’m a bit misty right now myself just thinking about the past, and those memories will last a lifetime BTW! Pint was raised for Porkchop last night, an Oatmeal Stout. Cheers!!!
Amen. I remember almost making it out of the vets office before breaking down about my 17 year old puppy and that was several years ago. She was having the same issues as Porkchop, leaking all over the hardwood floors because she didn’t have the strength to get up. You could tell she felt guilty about it too.
Here’s to Porkchop.
GOOD GOD WAS I SMASHED WHEN I WROTE THAT!!! LMAO!!! Got home from work, showered, and in 45 mins, did my 9thh shot of whiskey. Then, posted… ;D
“Dog’s lives are too short, their only fault, really.” - Agnes Sligh Turnbull
Pints raised in Porkchop’s honor. Sorry to hear, weeze.
hey Weaze, I’m raising a dram of whisky to Porkchop. So sorry to hear this news, it’s always so hard to lose a dog… they worm their way into our hearts & stretch out there, taking all the love we have and giving it back to us over, and over. Don’t be afraid to cry for her, it’s bullshit not to.
Sad to hear, pal.
I’ve lost several goodun’s myself. You just keep the lessons they taught you and carry on.
Raising a pint…
damn man - so sorry for your loss.
you’ll see her again someday, but not yet.
glass raised
A little off topic but hopefully it will make Weaze grin.
I turned 40 last week and my wife threw me a party (first time I let her have a party for me). An early arrival to the party was giving some attention to our chocolate lab Darwin (who turns 5 this spring) and noticed how gray his muzzle was turning. I said “yeah, his life is half over” and my buddy replied “well, so is yours!” I wasn’t trying to be cruel to my dog, just trying to remind myself that I’m gonna have a couple of heart-broken kids in 5 years or so (if I’m lucky).
Washington Irving said,
“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of
power. They are messengers of overwhelming grief, and unspeakable love.”
"The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every
other wound we seek to heal - every other affliction to forget: but this wound we consider
it a duty to keep open - this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude. "
Good words. Thank you. I got it all out of my system Monday, driving home from work. I was ok till Holly called. Then, I bawled like a little beotch. I can still hang my hat on the fact she has never seen me break down. But, she did hear one heck of a freak out! I’m doing a lot better. Still a hige downer, but it’s better. Now, Holly, poor girl is not so good. She’s never lost a pet. She was never a dog / pet person till she met me. She met thetoy poodle I grew up with, and fell in love with her. Then we got married, and got Porkchop right after. She was all about dogs then. She’s never had to deal with it before, where I have, always growing up with a dog. Thnak you all again for your kind words, and thank you for letting me ramble on here. It has really helped me.
( and I swear I’m gonna be brewing soon! honest I am! Man do I miss the beer threads. The pub is great, but I’m here for the beer!!)
I see a commemorative Porkchop Porter in your future Weaz… Cheers!!!
Funny you say that. May house porter is named after her. “Porky Porter”.