AuntieMistletoeDear
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MMC Lifer
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Thanks, Auntie. The song speaks to me every year. So glad I could make a connection with my ad my first special post.
Brad and Cass appreciate your support. My brother is really taking it very hard.
I recall discovering my budgie, Smokey Joe dead in his cage when I was younger. I screamed, "He's dead. My God he's dead!" My mom came running up from the basement where she was doing laundry fearing from my shrieking voice that one of my brothers was dead. I've always found it hard losing pets and still remember them fondly after they're gone. My dog, Ragmop, lived for nearly 18 years and I still think about her and sometimes she visits me in my sleep, rises up on her back legs and talks to me. Smokey Joe was flying loose in my bedroom one Christmas Eve and I accidently left the door opened just a crack and he escaped and flew around the living room throwing my Great Auntie Vera into a panic. I called him and he landed on my shoulder and I took him back to my room. Poor Vera nearly had heart failure and so did Smokey as she was swatting away at him, his heartbeat sped up quite a bit. I didn't know she was afraid of birds, everyone blamed it on the Hitchcock film.
My grandson's dog, Jake died last September, he was a great comfort to his mom when she was battling cancer for the third time. My cousin's dog, Dexter (huge white sheppard/hound mix with satelite ears) died at the end of August after one last canoe ride on the river at their camp. I only met those dogs a few times, but still felt bad for their loss and the realization that I won't see them again because pets become family and it hurts when they're gone.