Things that are AWESOME...

[Taro T]

41 minutes ago, Hank said:

The National Lacrosse League has a multi year broadcast deal with ESPN. Very happy I'll get to watch Bandits games on there. 

Any word on whether it Is for a cable/satellite package, just ESPN+, or both?

[Doohickie]

I get to see the lacrosse here in Fort Worth.  We have a NLL team now.

[Hank]

5 minutes ago, Taro T said:

Any word on whether it Is for a cable/satellite package, just ESPN+, or both?

Both. Still working out the cable broadcast schedule, but every single NLL game will be broadcast over the espn/espn+ family, just like the NHL (minus TNT of course)  

[Taro T]

8 minutes ago, Hank said:

Both. Still working out the cable broadcast schedule, but every single NLL game will be broadcast over the espn/espn+ family, just like the NHL (minus TNT of course)  

Considering there is no current way to watch the Bandits regularly over cable/satellite, really hoping they don't have "blackouts."  Of course, am in what would be the Kin-ig-hit Hawks market, so it likely won't matter.

🍺

 

[Doohickie]

New family member: Ignacio Butterscotch, Earl of Purrington

Is this comfortable?

Yeah, it kind of is

Go away, dog. You're not a cat.

He was a feral that a catlady friend has been feeding. He wanted to be an indoor cat but her indoor cats didn't much like him. The dogs are getting used to him pretty quickly.

[Norcal]

Not sure if its thread worthy so I'm posting here.

Hopefully we can all agree that this little fella isn't to blame for the Sabres problems. Welcome Rick! 

[Norcal]

 

[PASabreFan]

<insert veteran Sabre defenseman joke here>

[Zamboni]

Good looking dog

[Doohickie]

So are Rene and Gilbert on the horizon?

[I-90 W]

Syracuse is one more win away from being bowl eligible.

[PASabreFan]

My beloved cat, Gus, died yesterday. He was 18 years and eight months old.

That's hardly awesome, but part of the terrible experience of trying to shepherd him to Kitty Heaven was quite awesome.

Because a man I don't know and probably will never see again gave me the greatest gift. And like the giving of some great gifts, he didn't even know he did it.

I had an appointment to take Gus to be put to sleep. It was time, but I didn't think death was imminent. I didn't foresee that even the short drive to the vet, although always stressful, would be so hard it would be a tipping point. Gus died on my front passenger seat, on a favorite fleece jacket he knew as a blanket, in the parking lot, after a few minutes of suffering.

I wanted to keep him in the car as long as possible and had been going erratically in and out of the lobby, not sure if I should wait for the vet to call us or take Gus directly to the euthanasia room. I was in full denial, still thinking it wouldn't hurt to get one last opinion from the vet, still thinking Gus wasn't going to die, at least not right then. But he did, and I wasn't there for his last breath.

That bothered me, and so did his last-minute suffering, which I was doing everything to prevent. I went back in and told the clerk what happened. A man in the corner with his dog surely overheard me. I got a phone number for the local animal crematory and held it together just long enough to get to the door before falling apart.

I got in my car and wept. Stupid social conditioning, but of course I was looking around to make sure no one saw. The man came out and walked in front of me — and he saw. He put his dog in his car, which was parked next to mine, and got in. I glanced over. He was crying, too.

He shared my pain, he eased my burden and he made me feel not so alone in that terrible moment.

Unlike our pets, our hearts are far from perfect. In that moment, though, I believe the human species was at its very best.

 

Edited November 9, 2021 by PASabreFan

[SwampD]

12 minutes ago, PASabreFan said:

My beloved cat, Gus, died yesterday. He was 18 years and eight months old.

That's hardly awesome, but part of the terrible experience of trying to shepherd him to Kitty Heaven was quite awesome.

Because a man I don't know and probably will never see again gave me the greatest gift. And like the giving of some great gifts, he didn't even know he did it.

I had an appointment to take Gus to be put to sleep. It was time, but I didn't think death was imminent. I didn't foresee that even the short drive to the vet, although always stressful, would be so hard it would be a tipping point. Gus died on my front passenger seat, on a favorite fleece jacket he knew as a blanket, in the parking lot, after a few minutes of suffering.

I wanted to keep him in the car as long as possible and had been going erratically in and out of the lobby, not sure if I should wait for the vet to call us or take Gus directly to the euthanasia room. I was in full denial, still thinking it wouldn't hurt to get one last opinion from the vet, still thinking Gus wasn't going to die, at least right then. But he did, and I wasn't there for his last breath.

That bothered me, and so did his last-minute suffering, which I was doing everything to prevent. I went back in and told the clerk what happened. A man in the corner with his dog surely overheard me. I got a phone number for the local animal crematory and held it together just long enough to get to the door before falling apart.

I got in my car and wept. Stupid social conditioning, but of course I was looking around to make sure no one saw. The man came out and walked in front of me — and he saw. He put his dog in his car, which was parked next to mine, and got in. I glanced over. He was crying, too.

He shared my pain, he eased my burden and he made me feel not so alone in that terrible moment.

Unlike our pets, our hearts are far from perfect. In that moment, though, I believe the human species was at its very best.

 

Now I'm crying.

Sorrry for your loss.

[Taro T]

7 minutes ago, PASabreFan said:

My beloved cat, Gus, died yesterday. He was 18 years and eight months old.

That's hardly awesome, but part of the terrible experience of trying to shepherd him to Kitty Heaven was quite awesome.

Because a man I don't know and probably will never see again gave me the greatest gift. And like the giving of some great gifts, he didn't even know he did it.

I had an appointment to take Gus to be put to sleep. It was time, but I didn't think death was imminent. I didn't foresee that even the short drive to the vet, although always stressful, would be so hard it would be a tipping point. Gus died on my front passenger seat, on a favorite fleece jacket he knew as a blanket, in the parking lot, after a few minutes of suffering.

I wanted to keep him in the car as long as possible and had been going erratically in and out of the lobby, not sure if I should wait for the vet to call us or take Gus directly to the euthanasia room. I was in full denial, still thinking it wouldn't hurt to get one last opinion from the vet, still thinking Gus wasn't going to die, at least right then. But he did, and I wasn't there for his last breath.

That bothered me, and so did his last-minute suffering, which I was doing everything to prevent. I went back in and told the clerk what happened. A man in the corner with his dog surely overheard me. I got a phone number for the local animal crematory and held it together just long enough to get to the door before falling apart.

I got in my car and wept. Stupid social conditioning, but of course I was looking around to make sure no one saw. The man came out and walked in front of me — and he saw. He put his dog in his car, which was parked next to mine, and got in. I glanced over. He was crying, too.

He shared my pain, he eased my burden and he made me feel not so alone in that terrible moment.

Unlike our pets, our hearts are far from perfect. In that moment, though, I believe the human species was at its very best.

 

Sorry for your loss.  Never easy to put a pet down.  Glad you found some solace from the dog owner.

For whatever it's worth, it does seem that you were right about it "being time."  Your taking Gus to the vet very likely was what let him know it was OK to move on.  Though you may not have been there at the exact instant he crossed over, he knew you were there with him & for him.

Truly hope you can look back on the 1st 18 years you had him.  They surely are fond.  Hope they bring you peace.

[Doohickie]

On 11/5/2021 at 3:34 PM, The Ghost of Yuri said:

 

Well Iggy (the cat) caught some of Winston's (the dog's) ire today when he pounced on Winston's tail.  Winston bark/snarled at him, then Iggy did it again.  That's when I found something else to distract Iggy.

[Doohickie]

6 hours ago, PASabreFan said:

My beloved cat, Gus, died yesterday. He was 18 years and eight months old.

That's hardly awesome, but part of the terrible experience of trying to shepherd him to Kitty Heaven was quite awesome.

Because a man I don't know and probably will never see again gave me the greatest gift. And like the giving of some great gifts, he didn't even know he did it.

I had an appointment to take Gus to be put to sleep. It was time, but I didn't think death was imminent. I didn't foresee that even the short drive to the vet, although always stressful, would be so hard it would be a tipping point. Gus died on my front passenger seat, on a favorite fleece jacket he knew as a blanket, in the parking lot, after a few minutes of suffering.

I wanted to keep him in the car as long as possible and had been going erratically in and out of the lobby, not sure if I should wait for the vet to call us or take Gus directly to the euthanasia room. I was in full denial, still thinking it wouldn't hurt to get one last opinion from the vet, still thinking Gus wasn't going to die, at least not right then. But he did, and I wasn't there for his last breath.

That bothered me, and so did his last-minute suffering, which I was doing everything to prevent. I went back in and told the clerk what happened. A man in the corner with his dog surely overheard me. I got a phone number for the local animal crematory and held it together just long enough to get to the door before falling apart.

I got in my car and wept. Stupid social conditioning, but of course I was looking around to make sure no one saw. The man came out and walked in front of me — and he saw. He put his dog in his car, which was parked next to mine, and got in. I glanced over. He was crying, too.

He shared my pain, he eased my burden and he made me feel not so alone in that terrible moment.

Unlike our pets, our hearts are far from perfect. In that moment, though, I believe the human species was at its very best.

That's always the hardest part of pet ownership.  My condolences.

[Eleven]

6 hours ago, PASabreFan said:

He shared my pain, he eased my burden and he made me feel not so alone in that terrible moment.

This is a good man.  I'm glad he made you feel just a little bit better.  And I'm sorry that you went through all that.

[SwampD]

PA's prose.

[Indabuff]

16 hours ago, PASabreFan said:

He shared my pain, he eased my burden and he made me feel not so alone in that terrible moment.

Unlike our pets, our hearts are far from perfect. In that moment, though, I believe the human species was at its very best.

 

So shines a good deed in a weary world.

[Sabres Fan in NS]

16 hours ago, PASabreFan said:

My beloved cat, Gus, died yesterday. He was 18 years and eight months old.

That's hardly awesome, but part of the terrible experience of trying to shepherd him to Kitty Heaven was quite awesome.

Because a man I don't know and probably will never see again gave me the greatest gift. And like the giving of some great gifts, he didn't even know he did it.

I had an appointment to take Gus to be put to sleep. It was time, but I didn't think death was imminent. I didn't foresee that even the short drive to the vet, although always stressful, would be so hard it would be a tipping point. Gus died on my front passenger seat, on a favorite fleece jacket he knew as a blanket, in the parking lot, after a few minutes of suffering.

I wanted to keep him in the car as long as possible and had been going erratically in and out of the lobby, not sure if I should wait for the vet to call us or take Gus directly to the euthanasia room. I was in full denial, still thinking it wouldn't hurt to get one last opinion from the vet, still thinking Gus wasn't going to die, at least not right then. But he did, and I wasn't there for his last breath.

That bothered me, and so did his last-minute suffering, which I was doing everything to prevent. I went back in and told the clerk what happened. A man in the corner with his dog surely overheard me. I got a phone number for the local animal crematory and held it together just long enough to get to the door before falling apart.

I got in my car and wept. Stupid social conditioning, but of course I was looking around to make sure no one saw. The man came out and walked in front of me — and he saw. He put his dog in his car, which was parked next to mine, and got in. I glanced over. He was crying, too.

He shared my pain, he eased my burden and he made me feel not so alone in that terrible moment.

Unlike our pets, our hearts are far from perfect. In that moment, though, I believe the human species was at its very best.

 

So sorry for your loss.  It's the only bad part of welcoming pets into the family.

You are a good and kind man, as is the gentleman with the dog.  I am big softy and your story brought a tear to my eye.

As a Muslim, I am told in the Qur'an that all of God's creation worship Him in their own way and all return to Him when they pass on from this life.  Gus is in a fantastic place now with no pain or suffering.  That's not to say that he was not in a fantastic place during his time with you.

[Pimlach]

I had Cataract surgery yesterday morning.  Felt pretty good this morning.  This afternoon I went to the eye doctor and he was pleased with everything so far.  I can already see to 20-30 in both distance and near in one day.  I get the left eye done on Dec 1, but I can already say it’s a new world for me.  Wow!!  

 

Things that are awesome - science and technology put to proper use by wonderfully skilled people.  
 

 

[Pimlach]

On 11/9/2021 at 3:07 PM, PASabreFan said:

My beloved cat, Gus, died yesterday. He was 18 years and eight months old.

That's hardly awesome, but part of the terrible experience of trying to shepherd him to Kitty Heaven was quite awesome.

Because a man I don't know and probably will never see again gave me the greatest gift. And like the giving of some great gifts, he didn't even know he did it.

I had an appointment to take Gus to be put to sleep. It was time, but I didn't think death was imminent. I didn't foresee that even the short drive to the vet, although always stressful, would be so hard it would be a tipping point. Gus died on my front passenger seat, on a favorite fleece jacket he knew as a blanket, in the parking lot, after a few minutes of suffering.

I wanted to keep him in the car as long as possible and had been going erratically in and out of the lobby, not sure if I should wait for the vet to call us or take Gus directly to the euthanasia room. I was in full denial, still thinking it wouldn't hurt to get one last opinion from the vet, still thinking Gus wasn't going to die, at least not right then. But he did, and I wasn't there for his last breath.

That bothered me, and so did his last-minute suffering, which I was doing everything to prevent. I went back in and told the clerk what happened. A man in the corner with his dog surely overheard me. I got a phone number for the local animal crematory and held it together just long enough to get to the door before falling apart.

I got in my car and wept. Stupid social conditioning, but of course I was looking around to make sure no one saw. The man came out and walked in front of me — and he saw. He put his dog in his car, which was parked next to mine, and got in. I glanced over. He was crying, too.

He shared my pain, he eased my burden and he made me feel not so alone in that terrible moment.

Unlike our pets, our hearts are far from perfect. In that moment, though, I believe the human species was at its very best.

 

Sorry for your loss.  I have put several pets to rest. Each was a unique experience.  That experience was Gus’s last gift to you.  

[Norcal]

What a run! 

 

[Doohickie]

[Wyldnwoody44]

I cahed in some of my points and am flying to El Salvador next Monday. Gap in the schedule so I took advantage to get away from the current hell of the medical landscape at the moment.