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I live with all males, Jay my husband, two
sons and my wiener dog. Of them all, the Ween is the most observant
and aware of the female in his life. He watches, and listens, and
connects. I can be gone for 10 minutes or 10 days, he is ecstatic
when I return. Thank God for the Ween. When times are tough, he
knows. When I am sad beyond words, he sits with me and waits for
better times. I always thought people who were too attached to their
pets were weird. I know he is a dog, but he adores me, and never
tires of my company. He is a comfort when I need it and loves everything
I cook. Of course, my husband Jay loves everything I cook too, but
he’s just a human.
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Recently, my grandmother who I was very
close with, passed away. She had been crippled by debilitating rheumatoid
arthritis for many years and was in a great deal of pain the last
few years that she shared with us. On the night she passed away
she fell out of her bed. A nurse came in to help her back into bed
and at this moment my grandmother described to the nurse the dream
she had been having. My grandmother was young again and was running
through a vast field chasing after her childhood pet, a baby lamb.
Moments later that evening she passed away, but she did so smiling
and with tears of happiness streaming down her cheeks.
To me, the lamb was her companion and guide
to the other side. He freed her from her painful body and asked
her to run with her to the other side. The story is magical and
comforting to those of us who are so fortunate to know of the last
moments of her life
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