tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9726570.post5981341164844450365..comments2023-10-15T04:06:47.794-04:00Comments on Tales of a 9th grade Tuba Player: What It's Likesusansinclairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12902873240114986043noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9726570.post-12843258358563709682008-01-31T01:09:00.000-05:002008-01-31T01:09:00.000-05:00Aaah, the guilt. The worst was letting Sadie go. ...Aaah, the guilt. The worst was letting Sadie go. Yeah, she was 17 years old, incontinent, deaf, and blind. But she could still find me wherever I was in the house. She was happy in her senile way. I had had her half my life, from teenager to soccer mom. Sad fact was, with a 4 year old son, and another baby due any day, I couldn't do it anymore. I have probably hung onto a few more dogs longer than I should have just to make up for that. <BR/>We can only do what we can do, I wish I had a magic wand to make things different, make the dog young again, or at least younger, but I can't, dammit.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9726570.post-48898131211235449082008-01-28T09:02:00.000-05:002008-01-28T09:02:00.000-05:00Oh, that's a very difficult thing. Hugs.I still f...Oh, that's a very difficult thing. Hugs.<BR/><BR/>I still feel guilty for letting Bodhi live with my parents after I started grad school, since his upkeep cost so much. He was very happy there (and had lived in that house his entire life anyway), but still...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com