Thanks to both of you. Skeezyks, I have a feeling we grew up under very similar conditions. My family didn't do the vet thing either. My memory of my first pet is watching him get run over. That's all I know about that. My second pet was a bulldog named Sam. Sam was a good dogs as bulldogs ago. But he learned to climb the fence and roam. The neighbors didn't like that. I can understand that. My last memory of Sam is watching him chase after our car as my dad drove off. My dad had packed up my youngest sister and I along with my mother and drove far out into the country and put Sam out. Nice of him to allow us to ride along. I have tears too. To me death is anger mixed with sadness. And I have seen way too much of it. Howie and I have a connection I don't think I could explain. Two creatures who can't quite make sense of our respective species and probably don't belong. Howie moreso than myself. Howie has a much more noble soul than I have. Howie doesn't understand why there is violence and meanness but he has a lot more forgiving nature that I have. I have realized today that Howie has probably been sick longer than I admitted. I don't think I saw it or wanted to admit it because of what Chet went through. I have no doubt I can handle what's coming but I also know just as surely that I will no longer be the same person afterwards.
I am so sorry about what you had to go through Pfrog. I don't understand how those people could do that. It just seems to be the way of the world too much of the time. I hope you get what you want.
Yes, I think that was Howie in that dream. I don't know how and I don't know wh I believe it because I am not the type of person to believe something like that. I have no other explanation. And yes I couldn't tell you how good it was when I finally accepted that it was Howie looking over the fence at me. Thought I was in a dream. I wish he could tell me the story but it's enough that he made his way back