It took me 18 months after Lucy to be ready for another dog. A friend whoblost her dog around the same time had a new puppy the next week. There's no rule other than what feels right.
Well, you'd better not be thinking what I think you're thinking, because my answer is the same as always — no threesomes unless it's boy-boy-girl. Or Charlize Theron.
Harmony ,'First Date'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
brenda m - Dec 25, 2011 8:52:01 am PST #4682 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Pix - Dec 25, 2011 9:01:53 am PST #4683 of 30001
The status is NOT quo.
Yep. It's all about what feels right. I hope it feels right sooner rather than later so you'll have a companion again, but it's all about when your heart is ready. Much love to all you have lost a furry family member recently.
beekaytee - Dec 25, 2011 9:14:12 am PST #4684 of 30001
Compassionately intolerant
I think for you - more than many people I know - loving is a form of mindfulness. It grounds you in the world. But the strength you get from love is in the giving of it.
Again, David, I am struck dumb by your insight. Love is my anchor to this world. The sense of being completely untethered that I feel is greatly eased by how wonderful people have been.
Rayne - Dec 25, 2011 10:37:00 am PST #4685 of 30001
"Oh no! Has falling sky liquid once again caused you the sadness?" -Starfire
I'm thinking about you, Bonny. And I want to apologize for spelling your name as Bonnie in my earlier note! My aunt is named Bonnie, and it was just habit.
Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Dec 25, 2011 11:21:24 am PST #4686 of 30001
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"
Hope everyone's Christmases/other winter festivals were nice.
Thoughts for you, bonny.
beekaytee - Dec 25, 2011 1:29:46 pm PST #4687 of 30001
Compassionately intolerant
I just cross-posted to facebook after a friend suggested that sooner would be better than later to share the news.
I will have to go outside fairly soon and it will be easier on me if my local FB friends don't ask how Bartleby is.
The last line of the FB post thanks those who have "kept me anchored to the world since he left it."
That would be you all.
If we are connected in both places, please forgive the inundation.
le nubian - Dec 25, 2011 2:44:22 pm PST #4688 of 30001
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."
Toddson,
I haven't been to the Good Riddance thread (bad buffista) but if you have a recent diagnosis of diabetes, that was me in july and folks in Bitches were really awesome. I have some suggestions depending on your circumstances and goals, so hit me up if you would like.
Connie Neil - Dec 25, 2011 4:35:07 pm PST #4689 of 30001
brillig
Damn you, spammers, it is fucking bad enough that you've co-opted my dead sister's email address, but on pretty much the one-year anniversary of her death???
smonster - Dec 25, 2011 4:49:15 pm PST #4690 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Oh, Connie, how awful! Damn.
Can't sleep. Grr. I mean, it's not late, but I'm tired! My hip hurts and is keeping me up. And my monkey mind is leaping from branch to branch. Took some meds, hope they kick in soon.
Laura - Dec 25, 2011 4:56:20 pm PST #4691 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.
Good grief, Connie. I'm sorry you have to have that knife twist.
You remain in my thoughts, Bonny. This last week I went ahead and put my application in with our Doberman rescue group. Gave them all my parameters and requirements. Could be 2weeks, could be 6 months or longer. I like not knowing when. It will happen at the right time.
Just emptied my house of the family. Tired. I refused to do any cooking. Junk food, drinks, a nice long boat ride, and they are gone. I told them I was doin a NYE party, but today was a day off to relax and not fuss. DH leaves tomorrow for 5 days again for basketball tournament. He knows I won't mind a few quiet days.