Top 10: Shameless Male Crying Displays (h/t Revnant Dream)
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I almost cried all day yesterday. I had to put my faithfull lab and true companion of 13 years down. I cried at work after making the call for the vet appointment that only got worse when a coworker asked if I was OK. I cried on the way to the vet, cried while I held her head in my arms as she slid away, cried all the way home and cried some more while I buried her in the back yard. I am sure I will cry some more over time when the thoughts of all the joy she has given to me is sparked.
bverwey
Hmmmm John Boehner didn’t make the list.
John Boehner definitely should have made the list. Ditto Wayne Gretzky when he left Edmonton.
bverwey
One of the cruel realities of relationships with dogs, is the vast difference in life expectations.
I have never employed the services of a vet for the “coup de grace” (blow of honour).
Honour. Dogs generaly dread visits to the vet….taking the dog to the vet IMHO is the doggie equivalent of being flogged through the streets to Calvery. I prefer to have the dog facing into the wind…unaware of the presense of the pistol….cortex…all life flashes away.
May you live long, die quick….and have your back turned.
Quite simply I care enough to send the very best….it is not act of cruelty but rather one of love and competence. Resorting to commisioning a vet to “put them to sleep” is a childish abdication of responsibility IMHO.
But I sympathize with your loss….predicated by indoctrination which stigmatizes concepts such as firearms, blood and individual responsibilities.
Yes, Sasquatch, but could you really pull the trigger? Have you? Cut to “Ole Shep”. I think I would have nightmares for the rest of my life if I did it myself.
Its always an uncomfortable moment when a man breaks down completely. Women can get away with it.
Guys have no clue what to do when Men lose it. Its almost embarrassing.
I clicked on the top 10 link, then I saw Swaggerts ($hithed) face.
Realising what I was in for, I closed that window FAST!!
“May you live long, die quick….and have your back turned.”
That’s how we all wish to live our lives, I believe. Or at least that is how I want to live. And die.
I cried when my father died, not because the fact he died, we all though thatis inevitable. But because of the way he died. I, like my father and so many others, live our lives knowing that death is not an end, but merely a begining of life eternal with our God and Saviour. Death and it’s aftermath is no reason for tears but a time of joy knowing that Christ has won the victory over death on our behalf.
I wept for father because, although strong as a bull, he was brought down by the immeasurable pain and suffering of cancer, to watch him waste away was more than I could bear. I wept for my mother who would feel the loneliness more than the rest of her family that were left here with her, ever could, and I wept for those who did understand why death is more a celebration than a sorrow, and for that reason they have no future.
I do cry at times, but usually only for joy and pride. Often with a national pride seeing what good we as Canadians and our allies can effect in troubled lands, and also mist up at times for the successes of my children and family, my friends, my church and my country, because those are the things that I love.
I spare no tears for things I do not love. Sporting figures and teams I occasionaly follow may make me happy when they do well, but I don’t “love” them, nor would I shed a tear in either their victory or defeat.
Same goes for inanimate objects. I don’t “love” my pickup, my home, my firearms, or any of the property/things/toys I have been blessed with. They are merely stuff I currently have, none of which determines who or what I am.
My current dog falls into the same catagory. Although far from inanimate, somewhat crazy actually, and not sure she ever stands still longer than it takes her to eat her dinner), and I like her alot, I similarly do not “love” her. She is a great companion, and when she goes, I will sure miss her, but she is after all, still only a dog.
I feel it is the height of cruelty to allow an animal to suffer, when I hunt alone or with my friends, we ensure that any animal harvested is dispatched as humanely and quickly as possible, so as not to suffer. And I would treat my dog no differently. When it is her time to go, it will be quick, and unexpected, just like all the rest. so that her last memory, if dogs inded are capable of such thimgs, will be one of joy, not suffering.
I would want no less for myself, even though that would not be my decision to make, I trust my God to treat me as I have treated the least of his…
Don’t get me wrong, bverwey, I sympathise with your loss, she sounds like she was a great dog.
But for others, “loss” is counted differently.
Go to your local shelter, get another dog, your joy will be multiplied.
God bless, and a very Merry Christmas to us all.
I think Jimmy swaggert and Wayne Gretzky should be tied for number one phoniest crying.They were both pathetic.!!!
bverwey, I know your pain. My poor beast died some years ago, and before Christmas, too.
bverwey:
I know your pain, and sympathize. Two years ago I had to put my beloved golden retriever, Murphy, down…the final act of love and kindness. This most perfect of dogs never left my side, work, play, on the boat…he was always there, for 12 years. He died at my vet’s office, with that massive, faithful head on my lap.
It broke my heart.
I have been through some troublesome and frightening times in my life, but I can say I have never shed so many tears over anyone or anything like that before.
I swore I would never have another dog again, but here I am again, with another Golden. He’s not Murphy, he’s at times maddening as hell, but I love him anyway. Once the time is right (and you’ll know), get yourself another dog. Life is too short to be without a sincere, absolute friend.
Sasquatch…I see your point. I had to shoot a dog once (not mine) to put that poor animal out of its misery. I didn’t like doing it. But that is not to say that your method is wrong, it is simply different from mine.
Merry Christmas
We’ve put pets down both ways – shotgun and the vet. When your dog can’t even walk, there is nothing wrong with putting them down at the vet.
Family gathered around – comforting our beloved, mastiff, rotti, boxer mix – who we were blessed to have for 11 years. Kindest, most brave dog, ultimate protector of our family – we all felt safe with him. No one dared come onto our property, yet he was a gentle soul to those who were welcome in our home – he didn’t bark and was exceptionally well trained – one growl is all it took from his 140 pound mass and strangers knew not to mess with our family. Best watchdog ever – had to hold him back from going after the bears,deer and moose though.
He even kept all the black bears out of the yard. We said good-bye to him last year and I really miss him – the bears are back in droves – one sneaking up behind my son and spouse while the were working on the truck – that wouldn’t have happened with the best dog in the world around. Luckily
I almost cried all day yesterday. I had to put my faithfull lab and true companion of 13 years down. I cried at work after making the call for the vet appointment that only got worse when a coworker asked if I was OK. I cried on the way to the vet, cried while I held her head in my arms as she slid away, cried all the way home and cried some more while I buried her in the back yard. I am sure I will cry some more over time when the thoughts of all the joy she has given to me is sparked.
bverwey
Hmmmm John Boehner didn’t make the list.
John Boehner definitely should have made the list. Ditto Wayne Gretzky when he left Edmonton.
bverwey
One of the cruel realities of relationships with dogs, is the vast difference in life expectations.
I have never employed the services of a vet for the “coup de grace” (blow of honour).
Honour. Dogs generaly dread visits to the vet….taking the dog to the vet IMHO is the doggie equivalent of being flogged through the streets to Calvery. I prefer to have the dog facing into the wind…unaware of the presense of the pistol….cortex…all life flashes away.
May you live long, die quick….and have your back turned.
Quite simply I care enough to send the very best….it is not act of cruelty but rather one of love and competence. Resorting to commisioning a vet to “put them to sleep” is a childish abdication of responsibility IMHO.
But I sympathize with your loss….predicated by indoctrination which stigmatizes concepts such as firearms, blood and individual responsibilities.
Yes, Sasquatch, but could you really pull the trigger? Have you? Cut to “Ole Shep”. I think I would have nightmares for the rest of my life if I did it myself.
Its always an uncomfortable moment when a man breaks down completely. Women can get away with it.
Guys have no clue what to do when Men lose it. Its almost embarrassing.
I clicked on the top 10 link, then I saw Swaggerts ($hithed) face.
Realising what I was in for, I closed that window FAST!!
“May you live long, die quick….and have your back turned.”
That’s how we all wish to live our lives, I believe. Or at least that is how I want to live. And die.
I cried when my father died, not because the fact he died, we all though thatis inevitable. But because of the way he died. I, like my father and so many others, live our lives knowing that death is not an end, but merely a begining of life eternal with our God and Saviour. Death and it’s aftermath is no reason for tears but a time of joy knowing that Christ has won the victory over death on our behalf.
I wept for father because, although strong as a bull, he was brought down by the immeasurable pain and suffering of cancer, to watch him waste away was more than I could bear. I wept for my mother who would feel the loneliness more than the rest of her family that were left here with her, ever could, and I wept for those who did understand why death is more a celebration than a sorrow, and for that reason they have no future.
I do cry at times, but usually only for joy and pride. Often with a national pride seeing what good we as Canadians and our allies can effect in troubled lands, and also mist up at times for the successes of my children and family, my friends, my church and my country, because those are the things that I love.
I spare no tears for things I do not love. Sporting figures and teams I occasionaly follow may make me happy when they do well, but I don’t “love” them, nor would I shed a tear in either their victory or defeat.
Same goes for inanimate objects. I don’t “love” my pickup, my home, my firearms, or any of the property/things/toys I have been blessed with. They are merely stuff I currently have, none of which determines who or what I am.
My current dog falls into the same catagory. Although far from inanimate, somewhat crazy actually, and not sure she ever stands still longer than it takes her to eat her dinner), and I like her alot, I similarly do not “love” her. She is a great companion, and when she goes, I will sure miss her, but she is after all, still only a dog.
I feel it is the height of cruelty to allow an animal to suffer, when I hunt alone or with my friends, we ensure that any animal harvested is dispatched as humanely and quickly as possible, so as not to suffer. And I would treat my dog no differently. When it is her time to go, it will be quick, and unexpected, just like all the rest. so that her last memory, if dogs inded are capable of such thimgs, will be one of joy, not suffering.
I would want no less for myself, even though that would not be my decision to make, I trust my God to treat me as I have treated the least of his…
Don’t get me wrong, bverwey, I sympathise with your loss, she sounds like she was a great dog.
But for others, “loss” is counted differently.
Go to your local shelter, get another dog, your joy will be multiplied.
God bless, and a very Merry Christmas to us all.
I think Jimmy swaggert and Wayne Gretzky should be tied for number one phoniest crying.They were both pathetic.!!!
bverwey, I know your pain. My poor beast died some years ago, and before Christmas, too.
bverwey:
I know your pain, and sympathize. Two years ago I had to put my beloved golden retriever, Murphy, down…the final act of love and kindness. This most perfect of dogs never left my side, work, play, on the boat…he was always there, for 12 years. He died at my vet’s office, with that massive, faithful head on my lap.
It broke my heart.
I have been through some troublesome and frightening times in my life, but I can say I have never shed so many tears over anyone or anything like that before.
I swore I would never have another dog again, but here I am again, with another Golden. He’s not Murphy, he’s at times maddening as hell, but I love him anyway. Once the time is right (and you’ll know), get yourself another dog. Life is too short to be without a sincere, absolute friend.
Sasquatch…I see your point. I had to shoot a dog once (not mine) to put that poor animal out of its misery. I didn’t like doing it. But that is not to say that your method is wrong, it is simply different from mine.
Merry Christmas
We’ve put pets down both ways – shotgun and the vet. When your dog can’t even walk, there is nothing wrong with putting them down at the vet.
Family gathered around – comforting our beloved, mastiff, rotti, boxer mix – who we were blessed to have for 11 years. Kindest, most brave dog, ultimate protector of our family – we all felt safe with him. No one dared come onto our property, yet he was a gentle soul to those who were welcome in our home – he didn’t bark and was exceptionally well trained – one growl is all it took from his 140 pound mass and strangers knew not to mess with our family. Best watchdog ever – had to hold him back from going after the bears,deer and moose though.
He even kept all the black bears out of the yard. We said good-bye to him last year and I really miss him – the bears are back in droves – one sneaking up behind my son and spouse while the were working on the truck – that wouldn’t have happened with the best dog in the world around. Luckily