tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029480188467651361.post832776967139481848..comments2024-02-23T20:23:53.219-06:00Comments on Talking Dogs at For Love of a Dog: Burying Tom and Going Home #Throwback ThursdayTalking-Dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11562973510419612443noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029480188467651361.post-62758687821836279252016-10-28T07:12:13.177-05:002016-10-28T07:12:13.177-05:00Though I can't say I've ever literally see...Though I can't say I've ever literally seen a spirit, I have felt them. I certainly believe that animals grieve for their human and animal companions and wrote about that in another blog post. I also truly have no doubt that Tom (and Tim) lead Gary to the other side, while Jeffie was right there at Gary's side.Talking-Dogshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11562973510419612443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029480188467651361.post-28424130805774216742016-10-23T11:43:32.810-05:002016-10-23T11:43:32.810-05:00This brought tears but also smiles. The love they ...This brought tears but also smiles. The love they all shared was very touching. Thank you for sharing a very sweet and loving post. Sam and I send digital pup kisses and hugs. ღTails Around the Ranchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11385964459822157749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029480188467651361.post-8763398433506107802016-10-22T17:40:25.256-05:002016-10-22T17:40:25.256-05:00What a beautiful poem you wrote for tom. I'm s...What a beautiful poem you wrote for tom. I'm sure he was at the gates waiting for gary. What a touching and loving post! Hope your doing well, thinking of you and sending hugs! JoAnn Stancerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17908735948454928872noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029480188467651361.post-81382631493351767532016-10-22T07:54:32.608-05:002016-10-22T07:54:32.608-05:00BeautifulBeautifultubby3pughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01315017048832512111noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029480188467651361.post-92014404450889137222016-10-21T12:04:28.745-05:002016-10-21T12:04:28.745-05:00Thank you for the beautiful pictures and heartfelt...Thank you for the beautiful pictures and heartfelt emotions you created with this poem. Prayers remain with you.Saved by Dogshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08771172695236605846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029480188467651361.post-51545489406299803522016-10-21T00:03:05.375-05:002016-10-21T00:03:05.375-05:00My heart goes out to you and Tim. Beautiful, sad ...My heart goes out to you and Tim. Beautiful, sad and heartbreaking poem that speaks so much truth about loss.Leighhttp://www.petsho.com/7-best-cat-gps-trackers-tried-tested/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029480188467651361.post-8251982403102914002016-10-20T22:43:18.281-05:002016-10-20T22:43:18.281-05:00Sue, so sad...but....so beautiful....gave me chill...Sue, so sad...but....so beautiful....gave me chills. It also is comforting. I hope that in your heartbreak it offered you some semblance of comfort too. Love you my friend (((hugs)))Cat and DOG Chat With Carenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02666719374831725417noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029480188467651361.post-68929259949288358212016-10-20T17:11:50.845-05:002016-10-20T17:11:50.845-05:00Beautiful. I hope your heart and spirit are doing...Beautiful. I hope your heart and spirit are doing OK. Thinking of you.24 Paws of Lovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06574070591449171093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029480188467651361.post-86423923581266950342016-10-20T15:05:21.705-05:002016-10-20T15:05:21.705-05:00Knew I'd cry while reading this so waited unti...Knew I'd cry while reading this so waited until *after* running my errands. That's so sad and beautiful. Poor Tim, mourning his dear friend. I love the image of though of the horses leading the way 'home." Hope you are hanging in there okay.Jackie Bouchardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05854479764528604256noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029480188467651361.post-35244696941352714032016-10-20T14:03:23.514-05:002016-10-20T14:03:23.514-05:00How wonderful and sad all in one. Just beautiful.How wonderful and sad all in one. Just beautiful.My GBGV Lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00281486885814998377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029480188467651361.post-36013861019286466192016-10-20T12:12:25.225-05:002016-10-20T12:12:25.225-05:00I can't type through my tears. What a beautifu...I can't type through my tears. What a beautiful sentiment and post. Hugs to you my friend.LetterstoAndrewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13670264470223548503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029480188467651361.post-3020057152937133652016-10-20T10:46:45.897-05:002016-10-20T10:46:45.897-05:00Oh Sue, goes straight to the heart. Take care, Ter...Oh Sue, goes straight to the heart. Take care, TerriTerrihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05623141397526171772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029480188467651361.post-31931779221408085822016-10-20T07:13:48.347-05:002016-10-20T07:13:48.347-05:00Tears. This poem has such emotional honesty and de...Tears. This poem has such emotional honesty and depth. It's so sad but so beautiful. I can smell the cedar.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01088617183777496464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029480188467651361.post-64009725227398614922016-10-20T06:38:36.296-05:002016-10-20T06:38:36.296-05:00Oh Sue, this touches my soul and speaks to my trut...Oh Sue, this touches my soul and speaks to my truth which touches your truth - that some animals grieve loss both of their own kind and of their humans; there are physical and energy gaps - spaces that wordlessly bump into each other when someone we love and/or when an animal we've loved passes from this earth and moves on. Quite a few years ago, my 11 year old whippet, Josephine, died in my kitchen, one morning as my son and I were feeding the other dogs and cats while she lay, stretched out in the Great Dane sized wire crate that held pride of place at one end of the kitchen, that crate a silent witness to Great Danes we'd loved. Josephine loved to lay in that crate and, on that morning, knowing that her time was near, I kept careful watch. Suddenly, her chest stopped its rise and fall - and as I realized that her heart had stopped, I looked over at my son and said, "She's gone..." and less than a heart beat later, I watched as her "life's essence" rose from her still body and made its way upward. I saw what looked like a shimmering, pale white shadow of her rise up, leaving her body behind. Kathyhttp://www.kathyhporter.comnoreply@blogger.com