OT: Millie has gone to the Rainbow Bridge

On 29 Jan 2011 16:50:13 GMT, Wayne Boatwright
wrote:


My condolences, it's hard to lose a pet. I am always as sad as if it
was a flesh and blood family member. Glad to hear the move isn't what
did it though.

--

Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.
 
Stu wrote:


All he had to do was shake his head and click on the next
post, like a lot of people have to do with his rantings, but he
doesn't have the fortitude to let it pass without his worthless
input.

nancy
 
On Sat, 29 Jan 2011 09:12:37 -0800 (PST), Bryan
wrote:


I only hear that term here in rfc. Is it from a poem or what?

--

Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.
 
On Jan 29, 12:07?pm, ImStillMags wrote:

Person A: So, haven't seen you for a few years. How's your
grandmother?
Person B: Well, she's changed her ways a little.
A: Not chasing the old fogies around the retirement home anymore, eh?
B: No, she doesn't do that these days.
A: How's she looking?
B: Probably not very good, but probably no worse than to be expected.
A: You say, "Probably," haven't you seen her recently?
B: Well of course not, I mean I've brought her flowers a few times,
but you can't actually see her.
A: Why not.
B: Well, they buried her almost six months ago, and I don't think
they're going to dig her up just so I can gawk at her. I told you,
she's "changed her ways a little." What part of that didn't you
understand?
A: [desperately trying to cover up the fact that he wasn't *hip* to
the euphemism, "changed her ways a little"] Well, I thought you
wouldn't have been too cheap to buy the Coffin Cam?. It's only an
extra $300 at Bobo Bonobo's Mortuary and Sausage Emporium?. Wait, you
didn't take her to that *other* mortuary?

--Bryan
 
On Sat, 29 Jan 2011 09:15:13 -0800 (PST), ImStillMags
wrote:


Your post makes three! 19 seems to be an "elderly cat" age.

--

Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.
 
On Jan 29, 11:38?am, Stu wrote:

You are a sad excuse for a writer and a recipe source. You did well
this time though; you wrote a grammatically correct sentence with no
misspellings.

--Bryan
 
On Sat, 29 Jan 2011 09:12:37 -0800 (PST), Bryan
wrote:


There's some sickening stuff on this page, but it has nothing to do
with a "Rainbow Bridge." What the hell is wrong with you?
 
On Jan 30, 9:35?am, BlueBrooke wrote:

Did you look at the subject of this thread?


According to many of the folks here, I'm a cruel, insensitive asshole.

--Bryan
 
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On Jan 29, 10:50 am, Wayne Boatwright
wrote:


Jeez, Bryan, you are a real bastard.

Felice
who doesn't even like cats
 
Wayne,

I'm sorry to hear this.

I'm sure that cat knew nothing but care and affection her whole life,
and that's what's important now. I know it isn't easy to lose a
beloved pet.
I hope good memories soon replace your sadness.
 
On Jan 30, 10:08?am, blake murphy wrote:

I don't think that I "must," but I often do. Must Blake always type
in all lower case?

--Bryan
 
On Sun, 30 Jan 2011 08:40:37 -0500, Nancy Young wrote:


i've always like this phrase from strunk and white's 'the elements of
style':

To air one's view gratuitously, however, is to imply that the demand for
them is brisk [...]

maybe not an apt sentiment for usenet, but be that as it may - i don't
think the demand for bobo's opinions is anything close to 'brisk.'

your pal,
blake
 
On Jan 29, 8:50?am, Wayne Boatwright
wrote:


The Housecat's Grave

I've changed my ways a little, I can no longer
roam with you in the evenings along the shore,
except in a kind of dream, and you, if you dream
a little you see me there.
So leave a while the paw marks on the front door,
Where I used to scratch to come in or go out,
and you'd soon answer, leave on the kitchen floor
the marks of my drinking pan.

I cannot lie by your fire all evening
On the warm stone, nor yet at the foot of your bed
no, all the night through, I lie alone.
But your kind thought has laid me less than 6 feet
outside your window, where firelight so often plays,
and where you sit to read, and, I fear, often grieving for me -
every night your lamplight lies on my place.

You, Man and Woman, live so long,
it is hard to think of you ever dying!
A little cat would get tired, living so long.
I hope that when you are lying
under the ground like me, your lives will appear
as good and joyful as mine. No, dears, that's too much hope...
you have not been as well cared for as I have been,
and never knew the passionate, undivided fidelities I knew.

Your minds are perhaps too active, too many sided,
but to me you were true.
You were never Masters, but Friends. I was your Friend.
Deep love endures to the end and long past the end...
If this is my end, I am not lonely. I am not afraid.
I am still yours.
~ Author Unknown ~
 
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