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Hugs and thanks

to all of you who have written (on the blog and directly) and sent your good thoughts for Yeti. I’m amazed at how many have written… I’m going to try to reply to each of you individually, but since I leave in less than 36 hours for teaching in Paducah, I may not get to it for a while, and I wanted you all to know how much I appreciate your kindness. The internet is truly an amazing place, that we can have friends we’ve never met even, all over the world. Hugs and thanks, Sarah

5 Responses to “Hugs and thanks”

  1. Deborah Says:

    I have often thought of compiling a list of blog posts that people have written about losing pets. There are so many and they are often such a beautiful tributes to the love we share with our pets — honest, funny, sad, real. And then the comments always go on and on and one because anyone who has ever felt that loss, wants to acknowledge how hard it is and offer a hug.

  2. Robin Parton Says:

    Sarah Ann,
    So sorry to see the post about your Yeti. I lost my companion of over 13 years last summer and still miss her.
    We have a new puppy to take all of my time, but I still fondly remeber my quiet girl.
    Have a great time in Paducah.
    Robin in NC

  3. Dale Anne Says:

    Sorry to hear about Yeti!
    I know how you are feeling – went thru it with my dog, Brittany back in 2001 and still tear up when thinking of her!
    {{{{{HUGS}}}}}

  4. dee Says:

    I’m so sorry Sarah. Loosing an old darling like Yeti must be so sad. Sending you hugs from NY. Your words are so very touching.

  5. Wanda Says:

    Sarah, I hope that the chance to be with the big guy in his last moments will be a comfort to you. I had the honor of being the first and the last thing my Grey Kitty ever saw. I helped the neighbors’ calico through a hard delivery and he was the first one born. He brought strays home for meals and guarded my kids’ Easter chicks. He would play catch and would occaisionaly fetch a paper wad, if the mood was on him. He travelled with us and was welcomed. He would walk on a leash, though reluctantly. He never scratched the furniture or the neighbors’ pups. He seemed to always be at piece with the world. He contracted feline luekemia and declined rapidly. When the vet suggested ‘the shot’ I held him ’til he was a rest. I am better for having known him. I miss him, still. That joy, which was his life, he shared wth you. Treasure it, always.