(June 1, 2021 at 2:44 pm)Brian37 Wrote:(May 24, 2021 at 3:24 pm)Drich Wrote: sweetheart you said you did not understand therefore no one can by quoting a man who said that very thing. thats what quotes/meme do.. they illustrate or demonstrate how you feel by using the words of someone who had your sentiment first/said it better. in this case socrates said several different times over the course of his life. he prized ignorance, in a time where knowledge/scientific knowledge was in it's infancy. because when people did not know or understand something they attributed it to myth or legend. so if i got your sentiment wrong it means you QUOTED THE WRONG PERSON OR USED THE WRONG QUOTE. the fault is with your ability to align your thoughts with the intended quote.
im doing 10 different things today and talking with 3 different people. plus my dog died (the 2nd one)
you said i was a bad example of no cost salvation ie all the pain and hardship..
I'm trying to say i am a bad example as basic salvation does not requires these things.
my pain and hardship comes from my desire to share and teach.
this is not something most people deal with. most people salvation is free. and not only are you saved you now have direct access to god.
if you mean to say anything else i am lost.
Drich, I have not agreed with you on much, I mean literally very little.
You constantly make me want to pull my hair out. I can't lie about that. But I've lost pets myself, and that always sucks.
Outside my current cat, still alive today, the pet's death that tore me up the most was my late mother's lab "Honey" whose been the only dog I ever truly bonded with as much as I do now with my current cat. But Honey's death is still separate that the story I am about to tell you.
During my time living with my mother, I had a tabby I got when I was still living in central Virginia. My x and I got divorced and I kept Payton and moved in a couple years later with my mom after I got divorced. Cats get old, and Payton did. So 2006/2007 New Years Eve Payton starts fussing and catterwalling, and I figured I could wait until the holiday was over to take him to the vet. Nope, Payton died shortly after the ball drop that night. It tore me up. He died on my bed.
I was severely depressed for a couple of weeks. It may have seemed cruel, which it did to me at the time, but my mom got tired of my depression and literally shouted at me, "THATS IT, YOU ARE GETTING ANOTHER CAT!" I cried at the time thinking she was being insensitive, but looking back at it now, I am so happy she kicked me in my balls. My current cat is my best friend. And it was because of my mom I have Sarah now.
I can't speak for your dog, but I can say while I was living with my mom, I had my prior cat and her lab in the same house. Her lab was the best, and I am not a dog fan. Honey was fucking awesome. She was always playful and mellow and always looked at everyone as a potential friend.
It killed me even with Honey, her dog, for my mom to to insist I Euthanize Honey, because of her old age and arthritis. Honey was the only dog in my entire life I had come in contact with, that I felt like was a friend, or family, as much as I feel my now aging cat Sarah is now.
Point is, pets are as much family as humans.
i do not disagree about how, pet can be apart of family. my dad retired an old beagle he used as a hunting dog, after he got lost for two weeks in the woods, but eventually found his way home. my wife and i took him in at what me dad said then was 8 years old. he was in bad shape. we took him to the vet got him fixed up and he lived with us another 11 years. we got him a mate and she had puppies with him. he died 4 years ago, that one hurt he had the biggest personality i have ever seen in a dog, and could communicate on a basic level what he wanted and i could do the same. we had and kwen each other limits... his son was the puppy we kept is the one who died here recently. he was the typical lazy hound dog who wake up and take a nap. the dad lived we think 19 years if my dad was correct about his age when we got him. and 12 years for the son.
even then i am thankful for the time we had, thankful for how they both went. the dad died shortly after we got home from work/nothing we could do. and the son in a similar fashion. better than long drawn out things where we have to make tough decisions. ultimately we called a vet to come to the house and put him to sleep there in his favorite spot on the chair. we live on a farm so death is always present, we see it enough to understand it is apart of life. and do not try and run from it when it is time. because it always wins in the end.
