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re: Lost my lab: torn, broken, crushed: ETA Pics of Ol Pup
Posted on 3/5/22 at 9:16 pm to Quesadilla Superman
Posted on 3/5/22 at 9:16 pm to Quesadilla Superman
If you want a family, you will have a period of time where family will prioritize over hunting and fishing.
If you arent willing to make that priority change, you shouldnt start a family.
It is also a common defense mechanism to avoid getting close or "committing" for fear of the pain associated with losing that person.... if you already seeing this gal 5x a week plus and basically living together; pain of losing her already exists. May as well get past that.
Itll be easier once you are married.
Just dont be a bitch and frick up her life because you are scared of getting hurt if something happens. Life isnt about laser focusing on the bad moments, it is about optimizing the good moments
Weird thread... if you want a lab let me know
If you arent willing to make that priority change, you shouldnt start a family.
It is also a common defense mechanism to avoid getting close or "committing" for fear of the pain associated with losing that person.... if you already seeing this gal 5x a week plus and basically living together; pain of losing her already exists. May as well get past that.
Itll be easier once you are married.
Just dont be a bitch and frick up her life because you are scared of getting hurt if something happens. Life isnt about laser focusing on the bad moments, it is about optimizing the good moments
Weird thread... if you want a lab let me know
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Posted on 3/5/22 at 9:55 pm to Quesadilla Superman
Enjoyed reading your first post this morning, glad to come back and see you've popped the question and she accepted. I admire your honesty, openness and courage.
You're a young man while I'm an old codger in my 8th decade. Here's a few things I've learned along the way, some not easily.
Losing a wife to illness at a young age is among life's toughest sadness to overcome. Accepting to choose your next is life affirming progress and it appears you've found a keeper. Congratulations.
I too was unsure about having children, we waited seven years. But holding that first little girl at birth was the greatest feeling in the world and now you realize a deeper love than you can ever imagine, along with a solemn responsibility.
Our first grandchild was a boy and the seven since are all great joys, a different kind of love from your own kids hard to explain. Priceless, my job is to love, teach, support and spoil them relentlessly, especially the little girls.
Beating cancer can wear you out and sour your thinking. A few chronic conditions are slowing killing me and at first diagnosis I was pissed. Really pissed, slowly over time unable to physically do things as before and for example must rely on fishing partners, can't go by myself.
That was wrong, wrong. I'm not dead yet, have a wonderful supportive family, an Attitude of Gratitude with humility that I'm still here. Corny but it works for me.
You'll lose hunting and fishing days to household chores, kids activities, family gatherings and honey do's among others. Part of the deal and your fatherly role, should you choose that route.
My first hunting dog was an Irish Setter, not the brightest breed or easiest to train but she became the best dog I ever had. Got her in my early college days after the Marine Corp, she lived 16 years. Think about and miss her often some 37 years later. Photo is her at one year old in the run down shack we rented. Cried my eyes out when I had to put her down. Great, great dog we went everywhere together.
It's is very true but not appreciated that life flies by and before you know almost gone. Seize the moment, give it your best and somehow it all works out.
I wish you every success and happiness in the future.
God Bless and Good Luck.
You're a young man while I'm an old codger in my 8th decade. Here's a few things I've learned along the way, some not easily.
Losing a wife to illness at a young age is among life's toughest sadness to overcome. Accepting to choose your next is life affirming progress and it appears you've found a keeper. Congratulations.
I too was unsure about having children, we waited seven years. But holding that first little girl at birth was the greatest feeling in the world and now you realize a deeper love than you can ever imagine, along with a solemn responsibility.
Our first grandchild was a boy and the seven since are all great joys, a different kind of love from your own kids hard to explain. Priceless, my job is to love, teach, support and spoil them relentlessly, especially the little girls.
Beating cancer can wear you out and sour your thinking. A few chronic conditions are slowing killing me and at first diagnosis I was pissed. Really pissed, slowly over time unable to physically do things as before and for example must rely on fishing partners, can't go by myself.
That was wrong, wrong. I'm not dead yet, have a wonderful supportive family, an Attitude of Gratitude with humility that I'm still here. Corny but it works for me.
You'll lose hunting and fishing days to household chores, kids activities, family gatherings and honey do's among others. Part of the deal and your fatherly role, should you choose that route.
My first hunting dog was an Irish Setter, not the brightest breed or easiest to train but she became the best dog I ever had. Got her in my early college days after the Marine Corp, she lived 16 years. Think about and miss her often some 37 years later. Photo is her at one year old in the run down shack we rented. Cried my eyes out when I had to put her down. Great, great dog we went everywhere together.
It's is very true but not appreciated that life flies by and before you know almost gone. Seize the moment, give it your best and somehow it all works out.
I wish you every success and happiness in the future.
God Bless and Good Luck.
Posted on 3/6/22 at 5:17 am to Quesadilla Superman
Damn that's tough. Sorry for your loss buddy.
When I was 8 my grandfather got me a black lab. I did everything with that dog. Even when we didn't have anything to do we would just walk through the woods and I would talk to him for hours. I swear I had 1000s of hours of conversations with that dog. He was always there for me. Girlfriends and friends would come and go but he was my boy.
My grandfather passed away my junior year of high school and I buried the emotion. Moved in with my grandmother (only a mile from my mom) to help and never broke down. I needed to be strong at that time.
That last year I was there my dog and I got even closer than before. We'd go to the lake almost every day in my grandfathers old boat. First day we went out I went to my grandfathers favorite spot with jock and I hugged him and cried into his fur for probably 20 min. I'd fish and if the spot was dead I'd toss a bumper and he'd swim. He got old so he couldn't move as well but I was very patient with my old friend.
Time came for me to go to college. I couldn't put him in an apartment in Baton Rouge. So I left him with my grandMother. First time I left he followed my for 4 miles, I had to load him up and take him back. He was old, his feet were bleeding and he was struggling to breath but he was on that highway giving it everything he had
It never got easier for him. Every-time i would come back he would cry and yank when I left and he never cried.
Well one day my sophomore year I got a call from my mom that they couldn't find him. I told her I would come home in the morning. An hour later they called and said they found him, he passed away on the deck of the boat.
It broke me. Since my grandfather had bought me that dog it felt like he represented a part of us that was still alive.
When he passed away I just couldn't handle it. It took me time to realize why it meant so much to me. He was the best friend I'll ever have.
To be Frank you - that'll be my heaven. My grandfather, Jock, my son and I fishing for One day. God I would give anything for just 1.
When I was 8 my grandfather got me a black lab. I did everything with that dog. Even when we didn't have anything to do we would just walk through the woods and I would talk to him for hours. I swear I had 1000s of hours of conversations with that dog. He was always there for me. Girlfriends and friends would come and go but he was my boy.
My grandfather passed away my junior year of high school and I buried the emotion. Moved in with my grandmother (only a mile from my mom) to help and never broke down. I needed to be strong at that time.
That last year I was there my dog and I got even closer than before. We'd go to the lake almost every day in my grandfathers old boat. First day we went out I went to my grandfathers favorite spot with jock and I hugged him and cried into his fur for probably 20 min. I'd fish and if the spot was dead I'd toss a bumper and he'd swim. He got old so he couldn't move as well but I was very patient with my old friend.
Time came for me to go to college. I couldn't put him in an apartment in Baton Rouge. So I left him with my grandMother. First time I left he followed my for 4 miles, I had to load him up and take him back. He was old, his feet were bleeding and he was struggling to breath but he was on that highway giving it everything he had
It never got easier for him. Every-time i would come back he would cry and yank when I left and he never cried.
Well one day my sophomore year I got a call from my mom that they couldn't find him. I told her I would come home in the morning. An hour later they called and said they found him, he passed away on the deck of the boat.
It broke me. Since my grandfather had bought me that dog it felt like he represented a part of us that was still alive.
When he passed away I just couldn't handle it. It took me time to realize why it meant so much to me. He was the best friend I'll ever have.
To be Frank you - that'll be my heaven. My grandfather, Jock, my son and I fishing for One day. God I would give anything for just 1.
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