Hello, OT & everyone else. I'm posting this here at OT's request. What follows is what OT wrote after our dog, Corky, died from a cancerous tumor on 11/17/2009. I was so heartbroken & had suffered being banned from another internet venue & that's when I came to this great place, the "Yellow Board." OT wrote this:
"Dedicated to Corky: To "The Likkle Dog That Could." Here, Corky, come over here; I want to talk to you. Thank you for bringing us together here. It was you, yes, you, that made people REALLY think about what a "travel board" was all about. You knew that Stripes and taxi drives will always be there, but to ask us to help your buddy, Jenny, through her rough time and then be fired under the bus by a cold-hearted, insensitive guru of the perfect nothing, took lots of "dog sense." You did all you could and now your work is finished. Rest well on that soft couch forever. Run through the Field of Dreams, leaping over puddles of tears of happier times. You did well, Corky, and I raise a Milk Bone to you as I type. All I can say now is: "Go Corky Go!"
Following this, others posted very comforting thoughts, but I have to say that OldTimer REALLY got it right. It was like you knew, Corky, OT! He was a proud, confident likkle dog! I still weep when I read this every year on the anniversary of losing him.
OT, I hope that these words, coming back to you, give you too some immense comfort. What you wrote was the most comforting thing I heard around that awful time.
"Dedicated to Corky: To "The Likkle Dog That Could." Here, Corky, come over here; I want to talk to you. Thank you for bringing us together here. It was you, yes, you, that made people REALLY think about what a "travel board" was all about. You knew that Stripes and taxi drives will always be there, but to ask us to help your buddy, Jenny, through her rough time and then be fired under the bus by a cold-hearted, insensitive guru of the perfect nothing, took lots of "dog sense." You did all you could and now your work is finished. Rest well on that soft couch forever. Run through the Field of Dreams, leaping over puddles of tears of happier times. You did well, Corky, and I raise a Milk Bone to you as I type. All I can say now is: "Go Corky Go!"
Following this, others posted very comforting thoughts, but I have to say that OldTimer REALLY got it right. It was like you knew, Corky, OT! He was a proud, confident likkle dog! I still weep when I read this every year on the anniversary of losing him.
OT, I hope that these words, coming back to you, give you too some immense comfort. What you wrote was the most comforting thing I heard around that awful time.