Friday, August 6, 2010

The End

Nothing is so sad as when a man buries his dog. It signifies that the man respects or loves the animal enough to see it through to the end.

5 comments:

"P. B." said...

MH, I have thought of you all day and that's why I'm here after such a long time.

This post, "The End." is deep and it feels true. We all love and lose, and that's a hard part of life. If we care, we see the beloved through to the end. I think there's at least a little satisfaction in having done that. I hope you feel it, if not now, before long.

Mad Hatter said...

I feel it, but I feel torn. If my wife or anyone else talks about the dog I'm ok with it, but you start talking about the dog and one of my kids... I suddenly turn into a blubbering fool. Anyway, we handle things as best we can. I got a Alexander Hamilton "prize" in a Cracker Jack box the other day and it made me think of you...

Anonymous said...

Sorry, MH.
We buried Sasha, our Afghan, two months ago. I'm with ya.

"P. B." said...

:>) MH, Alexander Hamilton is indeed my Founding Fathers hero. You're sweet to remember. Was the prize the kind you can spend? The likeness on the $10 is very nice.

My daughter the cat rescuer said to pass along her condolences. She has always loved your MH avatar.

Mad Hatter said...

PB no, it really was a Cracker Jack toy, you started out with a boy, and he becomes the adult Hamilton. I still have it at work. It was like a puzzle, you were supposed to guess who it was.

WC I feel differently about people who have dogs now, or at least a little more understanding. I will not get a replacement, too much trouble, too much money, just too much.