Throwback Thursday
Aug. 30th, 2013 12:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greatbearI've been digging through the archives stored in the great computers filling the not-so-hallowed halls of Mayhem finding old-ish pics of me to post on Facebook. You know, content-light meme-like prattle so popular among the hordes and such. Some denizens of the upright, hoary and stodgy Livejournal also partake, and, well, I find it easy to crosspost the same visuals with text appropriate for each venue.
Here I am with my wonderful dog Patches playing around in my living room around September of 2000. I really miss Patches, she was the most awesome companion for Mom and I, and she really understood me. There were days I was out of sorts, or things weren't going well, or I was sad or troubled. Patches was always there and knew how to make the day a bit easier to take. On good days, she would only add to the happiness in her own unique way. Every coming home from work was a tail-wagging, happy-barking love fest. So much unconditional love, but a sadly limited time to revel in it. She was a rescue, and she entered my life at 2 years old. She adjusted quickly and was a true family member. "Pet" almost seems condescending. She lived a happy 12 years with us, but the mere dozen years were far too short. Dogs are capable of such unconditional love and devotion, but it's so fleeting. It only means that every day needs to matter. Never deny your pet the love he or she so willingly gives. There will inevitably come a day when your companion is no longer with you, and, trust me, you lose a piece of your heart when they are gone. I get quite wistful every time I see a Dalmatian. I thought the effect would dim over time, and in the approximate ten years she's been gone, it's still a strong tug of the heartstrings. Even writing this entry, as run-on as it's become, had me reaching for the tissue on my desk.
Here I am with my wonderful dog Patches playing around in my living room around September of 2000. I really miss Patches, she was the most awesome companion for Mom and I, and she really understood me. There were days I was out of sorts, or things weren't going well, or I was sad or troubled. Patches was always there and knew how to make the day a bit easier to take. On good days, she would only add to the happiness in her own unique way. Every coming home from work was a tail-wagging, happy-barking love fest. So much unconditional love, but a sadly limited time to revel in it. She was a rescue, and she entered my life at 2 years old. She adjusted quickly and was a true family member. "Pet" almost seems condescending. She lived a happy 12 years with us, but the mere dozen years were far too short. Dogs are capable of such unconditional love and devotion, but it's so fleeting. It only means that every day needs to matter. Never deny your pet the love he or she so willingly gives. There will inevitably come a day when your companion is no longer with you, and, trust me, you lose a piece of your heart when they are gone. I get quite wistful every time I see a Dalmatian. I thought the effect would dim over time, and in the approximate ten years she's been gone, it's still a strong tug of the heartstrings. Even writing this entry, as run-on as it's become, had me reaching for the tissue on my desk.
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Date: 2013-08-30 04:09 am (UTC)The same applies for the people who love us willingly and unconditionally, though they are rarer.
How handsome you are!
I must admit. My favorite day on FB is Thursday because of Throwback Thursday. Though, so far I haven't been cross posting those particular photos on LJ.
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Date: 2013-08-30 04:21 am (UTC)Been a dog lover all my life and have seen my share of them go.
Probably 2 of the hardest to go were Sasha, whom was mine from the time I was a year old until I was, what 11 at the time, and she was about 10-12 years old, this being around 1976.
And Bart a few yeas back. I was not there when he went, but Mom came home to find him paralyzed with only 1 paw functioning, and had managed to turn himself around to face the back door into the garage so he could see her come home.
He had to be put down, and was around 12 himself.
They were both Dachshunds.
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Date: 2013-08-30 04:21 am (UTC)Funny, I didn't realize "Throwback Thursday" was a FB thing; the longer I'm away from FB the less inclined I am to go back.
[I was banned for the third time, and decided it wasn't worth the effort anymore of trying to get back in; if I set up a new account, I wouldn't have my cool friends like Garland Jeffries and Penny Arcade. Besides, I seem to be getting back a lot of the same friends on LinkedIn, with less of the crap that comes with Facebook.]
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Date: 2013-08-30 05:05 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-08-31 04:37 am (UTC)I miss ALL my cats who are gone, especially Max, Samantha, Maude, and Timothy, who were four of the sweetest cats you could ever know!
Have a pleasant holiday weekend!
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Date: 2013-09-04 05:03 am (UTC)