tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15903370.post114706006994927970..comments2009-07-12T07:06:26.157-05:00Julie R. Neidlingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03485064471916748455noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15903370.post-1147404903780799812006-05-11T22:35:00.000-05:002006-05-11T22:35:00.000-05:00

The memory of a pet dying in my lap still makes me tear up more than 25 years later.<BR/><BR/>I'm so sorry for your loss, Julie.

Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698133620951487397noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15903370.post-1147151859933101202006-05-09T00:17:00.000-05:002006-05-09T00:17:00.000-05:00

"I've never understood those who don't do it."<BR/><BR/>Now you do.<BR/><BR/>Except they <I>do</I> do it. Just when no one is looking.

Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03485064471916748455noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15903370.post-1147119157328184692006-05-08T15:12:00.000-05:002006-05-08T15:12:00.000-05:00

Juls, I knew when I saw what this blog was about that I had to read it when I was by myself!! We do have one thing in common. CRYING!! Not all "pets" made it out back. Some made it to the rock pile. (Sweetheart). I had to smile throught the tears when I read the part about the fact he used a loader to dig the hole. Hmmm, that is Dad for you.

Jacquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08087552792797665271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15903370.post-1147115899640775142006-05-08T14:18:00.000-05:002006-05-08T14:18:00.000-05:00

Crying is one of life's luxuries. I've never understood those who don't do it.

girlfridayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05797344882155856427noreply@blogger.com