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It's been 9 days.

https://www.democraticunderground.com/116167127

Thank you all for your support and kind words.

Sam and Sidney went peacefully, aided by our wonderful vet, at home, surrounded by love. They had a fun day in the yard. Well, as fun as it can be when you're tired and sick and in pain. They smiled at us the whole time and I sat between them on the ground, snuggling with them way past the end. We made it a point not to let them see us cry. As far as they knew, there was nothing to be sad about... although there were plenty of tears afterwards.

Things didn't go quite as planned, as the lady from the crematory arrived before the vet did. The dogs were very interested in her and her little blue stretcher, and they loved on her and let her rub them all over. She didn't know at the time that they were the dogs she came for, and she cried right along with the rest of us once she did realize it. She sent a very sweet note back with the ashes, saying what an honor it was to have been part of it.

All my worries about whether the vet would balk or say that if it was so urgent, we should have taken them to the office, etc., were in vain. He said if he'd known they were this bad, he would have come out sooner. (Lesson learned: Ask for the vet to call back in such a situation because the office staff is trained to run interference, stick to the schedule, etc.) But he also said it's better for the pets and parents to do it at home, and it's what he prefers, so no scolding that we didn't take them in.

We've ordered a memorial stone and have had their outdoor pen cleaned. It's going to be a little park for sitting and remembering. We'll bury the ashes in the middle of their sandbox, hang a wind chime, and maybe put a big potted plant in Sam's sunbathing corner. I miss them terribly and it all feels surreal. I still expect them to bark at the mower or eat the leftover cat food, stuff like that. I'm looking at their 2015 picture across the room and feeling their presence. They will live forever in my heart.

Anyway, thanks again to you all.




I am heartbroken.

My two dogs have declined very quickly. They are 15 1/2 years old and we've had them since they were found on the road at 3 months old. They have similar brindle coloring and could be littermates, although their build is very different. Sam is definitely a "Heinz 57" while Sidney is the picture of a Plott Hound. They are both as sweet as they can be. They are wonderful, wonderful dogs who think they are horses... or else the horse thinks she is a dog. It's not clear.

Sam can barely walk, despite a heavy cocktail of pain meds. He looks like a drunken sailor when he tries. Sidney is less lame, but won't eat enough calories of any food to maintain her weight. She seriously looks like she doesn't have a mom. She loves to try different things, but just won't eat enough. This is her "fat" season and you can see every bone in her body.

I came across a professional picture that was taken of all 3 of us in 2015 when they were hearty and smiling big doggy smiles. If nothing else, that cements in my head how far they have gone down.

I made an appointment for a final "farm call" next Tuesday, with the crematory to arrive at the same time. They have had a life together and will go together, in every way. I don't want the last thing to be a traumatic car ride (they hate vehicles of any kind), and then try to figure out how to lift them out. Let them lounge on the grass instead, until the vet they know and love arrives.

The thing about dogs is that they will force a smile and wag their tails until the very last day. Cats are hard enough, but at least they sort of withdraw at the end... well, all of ours all did.

They've had a good life by any measure, especially for 50+pound dogs. But let's not let rationality get in the way. We want them to be happy and healthy for far longer than this, but we do normally outlive our beloved pets.

I know this group will understand. I just wanted to say it. I have plenty of support from friends who will actually be here with me, and I'm so thankful for that. But, damn, it hurts!

Help with security cameras?

I don't know where I should post this.

Our driveway entrance was vandalized last Saturday night. Someone threw a big pot of clay at the mailbox, which broke the mailbox and then bounced off and spilled all over the newly cleaned entrance and road. We managed to fix the mailbox and clean up the mess somewhat, although it doesn't look as good as it did.

I would very much like to install a security camera. The entrance is 700 feet away from the house, not visible from the house, no access to electricity, and too far away for the WiFi.

I'm looking at 4G solar cameras, but my eyes are glazing over. Some of the reviews said that they couldn't connect to the AT&T network, so don't buy that camera. I chatted with my cellphone carrier and they didn't know squat.

Can anyone tell me where to start, what to look for, etc.? I mean, I'm at square 1 and know absolutely nothing. We have a security system on the house with outdoor cameras near the house, but I already know we can't hook into that.

Thanks in advance.

This is so perfect!

I wish DU had a Super-Bookmark!

Thank you so much for sharing it. Let us know how the congregation responds.

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!

Thank you for my hearts! It really made my day, repeatedly.

Does anyone still need a heart?

I have 3 left but could be tempted to buy some more.

Let me know if you'd like one.

Update: I have 10 more now. Who wants one?

Florence Foster Jenkins

on Hulu now. OMG that is the funniest movie I've seen in a long time! We saw it a few years ago, so we knew what to expect. But it was just as funny the second time around.

It stars Meryl Streep and Hugh Grant and is based on a true story of a socialite who thinks she can sing beautifully but is truly awful. Streep does such a wonderfully hilarious job.

I might even watch it a third time.

This just occurred to me:

Suppose you've been opposed to vaccinations until now and finally decided to get one. Well, it's 3 at this point. So if you get Pfizer or Moderna today, you're looking at a second dose in 3 (Pfizer) or 4 (Moderna) weeks, and then you have to wait another 6 months for the booster. It's not really clear to me what happens with J&J since experts are saying it should have been a 2-dose vaccine all along.

I don't know about other people, but I'd be a nervous wreck if I were behind by that many months during a pandemic and just now realized I'd been a dope all this time. It would totally be my luck to catch Covid just as I got my head of out my ass.

I got mine as soon as I was eligible and was still counting the days.


I hated being pregnant.

Pregnancy hated me back. I never once felt beautiful during the entire thing, and the remnants of the damage to my body are still there. Even though I ate sensibly, I gained so much weight that I looked obese. I held water like crazy. Couldn't see my knees or ankles. When I asked my doc for help, he actually told me that I was obese and it had nothing to do with my pregnancy. He didn't seem to notice that I weighed 105 pounds before getting pregnant, but he was pretty shocked when I lost 45 pounds after delivery. Suddenly my knees and ankles were visible, while I was still in the hospital, and he agreed that I was not obese. We lived so far out in the sticks that we didn't have the option of changing docs.

I had preeclampsia and cephalopelvic disproportion with the first one that damn near killed us both. They did a c-section, but had trouble getting my blood pressure down enough to make surgery safe. Then they had trouble getting the baby to breathe. I was fine during my appointment at 4:30pm, but by 10:00pm, I was in trouble. They were so busy that night that no one even informed my husband of our condition until 6:00am, by which time he was sure we had both died. The baby was born at around 2:00am, so I don't even know what happened between then and 6:00am. I do know that when I woke up, I felt like my guts had been torn out. Then they wanted me to turn over, which was excruciating.

The doc for the second pregnancy took more precautions and put me on bed rest almost from the beginning. I was fortunate that I could stay home and it didn't impact us financially. How much different it is for women who cannot take that much time off work! I still gained a lot of weight, but not as much, and they took the baby, another c-section, early to avoid complications. Then he told me that if I got pregnant again, it would kill me.

Yet, I wanted my kids and would do it again. I wouldn't do it a third time and I surely wouldn't do it if the pregnancy was the result of rape or incest. These rightwing blowhards, in any case, would have me leave my children motherless rather than have me exercise my choice. How is that pro-life?

Who the fuck do these people think they are to treat pregnancy like a few months of inconvenience and discomfort? I've said this before and will say it again: Childbirth is inherently dangerous. You don't know ahead of time who will do well and who will not. Plenty of otherwise healthy women die of eclampsia after apparent safe deliveries. I had a mother-in-law who popped out babies at home and went for tea afterwards. We are not all so fortunate.

For me, sentencing women to 9 months or more of what can truly be hell for some, putting their lives at risk, and scarring their bodies and psyches for no good reason, is inhumane. Add that to the anguish of whether to keep the baby or put it up for adoption, worries about taking care of it financially, and all the other burdens that Republicans are happy to tell them to "pull themselves up by the bootstraps" in order to survive. As we all know, the baby is no longer of political use once it is born, so it's ok to deny food, shelter, and healthcare at that point. And the "deadbeat" moms who had no choice need to "get educated and find a better job." My favorite one is that they need to "keep their legs closed." SMDH

I am way past the age where it affects me. My daughters are nearing that age. Yet, I am worried and scared to death about the future of our daughters who will not be able to make decisions about their own bodies.

That's all I have to say. Thanks for listening.

I wish that every elected Congress critter

was required to spend a minimum of 6 months:

1) Making minimum wage, preferably in a job that they would find distasteful.
2) Having to find their own health insurance and pay for it out of pocket.
3) With a new baby in the house and no paid family leave.
4) With a sick relative in the house, and no paid family leave.
5) With a chronic illness requiring a certain amount of leave, and no paid leave.
6) In a housing situation where one missed or late payment would leave them homeless.

This list is not exhaustive, of course.

Prior experience does not count. It's too easy to forget how hard it was. I know what it was like to live in poverty. Experiencing it again, now, would leave the fresh taste our lawmakers need to have in their mouths. Unfortunately, some people become less empathetic after emerging from poverty, with the attitude that they did it themselves, it wasn't so bad, etc. That's why it needs to be experienced now by the people deciding how the rest of us are going to make it.

I know it's unreasonable. But so is denying legislation to help people who have to live in those conditions for the foreseeable future.

I guess I'm just getting impatient with the "sausage making" and the lack of urgency displayed by all Republicans and a few Democrats.



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