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Post by billhammond on Nov 14, 2019 13:38:23 GMT -5
I assumed that. I was only kidding. Going up the stairs would be the “unexpected exercise” doncha know. There are people in my office who use the stairs, up and down, every workday. I hate those people. |
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Post by Don Clark on Nov 14, 2019 13:39:16 GMT -5
Heyyyyy.....
Just back from nail appointment.....that's about it for today.
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Post by Marshall on Nov 14, 2019 14:29:15 GMT -5
I assumed that. I was only kidding. Going up the stairs would be the “unexpected exercise” doncha know. There are people in my office who use the stairs, up and down, every workday. I hate those people. Not only would you be improving your health, you'd save the planet the burden of the CO2 given off to produce the electricity needed to mechanically lift you comfy tush up 12 flights of stairs.  |
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Post by aquaduct on Nov 14, 2019 14:39:50 GMT -5
There are people in my office who use the stairs, up and down, every workday. I hate those people. Not only would you be improving your health, you'd save the planet the burden of the CO2 given off to produce the electricity needed to mechanically lift you comfy tush up 12 flights of stairs. What about the CO2 given off to haul your wheezing ass up 12 flights of stairs? Sounds like a wash to me. Better to take the elevator. |
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Post by brucemacneill on Nov 14, 2019 14:41:25 GMT -5
Not only would you be improving your health, you'd save the planet the burden of the CO2 given off to produce the electricity needed to mechanically lift you comfy tush up 12 flights of stairs. What about the CO2 given off to haul your wheezing ass up 12 flights of stairs? Sounds like a wash to me. Better to take the elevator. Not to mention the power needed for the defibrillator. |
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Post by Rob Hanesworth on Nov 14, 2019 14:48:24 GMT -5
What about the CO2 given off to haul your wheezing ass up 12 flights of stairs? Sounds like a wash to me. Better to take the elevator. Not to mention the power needed for the defibrillator. I would do the EMTs the kindness of dieing on the second or third floor. |
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Post by Rob Hanesworth on Nov 14, 2019 14:51:09 GMT -5
6 year ago, in the U of I, ICU, at 5:55 a.m., I was holding my wife of 43 years as she took he last breath. It seems like yesterday, and it seems like a long time ago. So many great Memories. I have had that experience, ending a 26-1/2 year marriage. Remember the good times. |
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Post by millring on Nov 14, 2019 19:11:45 GMT -5
It's been a week. 
Monday morning as is our habit, we woke before dawn. This was the day. As the sun was just lighting the eastern horizon we put on our coats, hopped in the van, and took Breeze to the trails -- just like we have for more than a thousand such mornings.
We let Breeze set the pace as we entered the woods. He's always shown me the best way to enjoy the trails: Keep your feet on the trail, your nose at the ready for smells, your ears pricked to sounds, and leave the weight of the world behind you. Every sled dog knows that. Leave the weight behind.
We spent well over an hour in the woods covering one of the familiar miles. The smells were good. There's always more to take note of when leaves cover the ground.
When we got home Breeze told us he was done. He just laid right on down. Young Mark Yoder and his assistant came by. Breeze got up and greeted them because that's what Breeze does. He loves people. And he always politely assumed all company was for him.
But he soon circled back to bed. His eyes had told me on Sunday that Monday would be the day. Breeze is a dog of truth.
My tenses are all over the place. Damn grammar.
First there was a cover of three feet of fresh dirt. Then fell a sheet of a few leaves from the sweet gum and tulip trees beneath which he rests. It is still autumn after all. But the snow started soon after. About six inches. Deep. Opaque. Leaving no trace. As if nothing was ever here.
Dar is devastated. I knew she might need me to be the strong one. So I haven't been. I've never been terribly rational where Breeze is concerned. The one comfort we need is the one thing that's gone.
I'm not telling anyone on social media/facebook yet. I'm not ready yet. It's taken me this long to say this much. And its not much. It'll take some time.
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Post by brucemacneill on Nov 14, 2019 19:18:20 GMT -5
It's been a week.
Monday morning as is our habit, we woke before dawn. This was the day. As the sun was just lighting the eastern horizon we put on our coats, hopped in the van, and took Breeze to the trails -- just like we have for more than a thousand such mornings.
We let Breeze set the pace as we entered the woods. He's always shown me the best way to enjoy the trails: Keep your feet on the trail, your nose at the ready for smells, your ears pricked to sounds, and leave the weight of the world behind you. Every sled dog knows that. Leave the weight behind.
We spent well over an hour in the woods covering one of the familiar miles. The smells were good. There's always more to take note of when leaves cover the ground.
When we got home Breeze told us he was done. He just laid right on down. Young Mark Yoder and his assistant came by. Breeze got up and greeted them because that's what Breeze does. He loves people. And he always politely assumed all company was for him.
But he soon circled back to bed. His eyes had told me on Sunday that Monday would be the day. Breeze is a dog of truth.
My tenses are all over the place. Damn grammar.
First there was a cover of three feet of fresh dirt. Then fell a sheet of a few leaves from the sweet gum and tulip trees beneath which he rests. It is still autumn after all. But the snow started soon after. About six inches. Deep. Opaque. Leaving no trace. As if nothing was ever here.
Dar is devastated. I knew she might need me to be the strong one. So I haven't been. I've never been terribly rational where Breeze is concerned. The one comfort we need is the one thing that's gone.
I'm not telling anyone on social media/facebook yet. I'm not ready yet. It's taken me this long to say this much. And its not much. It'll take some time.
My sympathies, John. He was a great dog, a great champion and a great friend to you both. Sorry they can't live forever. |
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Post by epaul on Nov 14, 2019 19:23:33 GMT -5
Good dogs die too soon. Good dogs live on and are with us always.
Rusty is 13+. That is a ripe age for 100 lb. dog. He's slowed down but shows no signs of checking out.
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Post by t-bob on Nov 14, 2019 19:30:16 GMT -5
It's very long day. I have to go to four banks. There was something screwed up. I couldn't get any money. And I haven't played yet. The guitar is close. Maybe he's calling me. I'll tell him to shut the hell. I'll play the dulcimer. This is one of those day. not a whit.
It's still a good day........ barely. hehehe
Go Yankees..... Beisol
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Post by billhammond on Nov 14, 2019 19:36:46 GMT -5
OMG, John, I am so sorry. I feel as though Breeze was as big a part of the Soundhole as any of us, and he will be mourned by us as much as any of our human brethren who have passed. I love how you dealt with the parting and the burial.
Peace, love and healing, dear man and woman.
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Post by t-bob on Nov 14, 2019 20:29:02 GMT -5
RIP Breeze!
John & Dar 😢
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Post by Cosmic Wonder on Nov 14, 2019 20:40:49 GMT -5
John, I am so sorry. I wish you peace.
Mike
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Post by Rob Hanesworth on Nov 14, 2019 20:50:39 GMT -5
John, I have never seen a stronger bond between people and dog than the one you and Dar had with Breeze. My deepest sympathies to both of you.
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Post by aquaduct on Nov 14, 2019 21:12:50 GMT -5
Damn John, you've made this crusty old son of a b cry. God bless you and your wife.
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Post by david on Nov 14, 2019 21:17:18 GMT -5
It's been a week.
Monday morning as is our habit, we woke before dawn. This was the day. As the sun was just lighting the eastern horizon we put on our coats, hopped in the van, and took Breeze to the trails -- just like we have for more than a thousand such mornings.
We let Breeze set the pace as we entered the woods. He's always shown me the best way to enjoy the trails: Keep your feet on the trail, your nose at the ready for smells, your ears pricked to sounds, and leave the weight of the world behind you. Every sled dog knows that. Leave the weight behind.
We spent well over an hour in the woods covering one of the familiar miles. The smells were good. There's always more to take note of when leaves cover the ground.
When we got home Breeze told us he was done. He just laid right on down. Young Mark Yoder and his assistant came by. Breeze got up and greeted them because that's what Breeze does. He loves people. And he always politely assumed all company was for him.
But he soon circled back to bed. His eyes had told me on Sunday that Monday would be the day. Breeze is a dog of truth.
My tenses are all over the place. Damn grammar.
First there was a cover of three feet of fresh dirt. Then fell a sheet of a few leaves from the sweet gum and tulip trees beneath which he rests. It is still autumn after all. But the snow started soon after. About six inches. Deep. Opaque. Leaving no trace. As if nothing was ever here.
Dar is devastated. I knew she might need me to be the strong one. So I haven't been. I've never been terribly rational where Breeze is concerned. The one comfort we need is the one thing that's gone.
I'm not telling anyone on social media/facebook yet. I'm not ready yet. It's taken me this long to say this much. And its not much. It'll take some time.
John, I am so sorry. I have been dreading this time for you, knowing that it was getting near. There is just no way to prepare. Dogs have a special way of grabbing our hearts, greeting us each day with a happy look, allowing us to scratch behind their ears and thereby drain away problems. They don't criticize, preach or do much of the any unkindnesses that humans do. They just comfort. Yes, they might pee on the rug, chew up some slippers, or grab a porkchop off the countertop, but it is never intended to hurt us. I am glad you got so much fun and love out of your time with Breeze and he was very fortunate to have you and Dar as his housemates. Best of thoughts to you and Dar. |
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Post by david on Nov 14, 2019 21:21:48 GMT -5
6 year ago, in the U of I, ICU, at 5:55 a.m., I was holding my wife of 43 years as she took he last breath. It seems like yesterday, and it seems like a long time ago. So many great Memories. Paleo, I can't imagine what it is like to lose a partner of so many years. I have lost parents and a sister. I do not want to find out how it is to lose my wife or a child like others here have done. My thoughts are with you. |
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Post by coachdoc on Nov 14, 2019 21:58:27 GMT -5
Oh, John. Such a punch in the gut. My hopes are for you and Dar to find comfort in each other. Breeze was the best.
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Post by Village Idiot on Nov 14, 2019 22:23:45 GMT -5
OMG, John, I am so sorry. I feel as though Breeze was as big a part of the Soundhole as any of us, and he will be mourned by us as much as any of our human brethren who have passed. I love how you dealt with the parting and the burial. Peace, love and healing, dear man and woman. Yes. Breeze was a huge part of your lives, and will continue to be a huge part because of memories. I hesitate to bring up a polarizing politian, but Biden said a wonderful thing some time after his son had passed: There will be a time when memories will turn from tears to smiles. He is right on that. Times will be tough, but there will come a day when memories of Breeze will evoke smiles. You and Dar hang in there, I'm really saddened to hear this news. |
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