Originally Posted by docmartin (Post 4507435)

I'm sure she'll be fine, she has a loving home. When I was a boy, one of our neighbors had such a dog, 'Brynnie' a gutsy little Jack Russell; I remember him well from 60 years back, even now. I used to take him in the park I remember and to my grandfathers vegetable patch. If he got tired, grandad used to settle him on top of the potatoes and marrows and give him a lift back home in his barrow. He was great fun for a young boy because he had such an intelligent and kind nature.

I lost the use of my right arm 4o years ago next February and I'm convinced we gain other abilities as a corollary. I today have a very different way of approaching things, not just physically, but in thought and consideration. It's amazing how quickly I very often out-think my able bodied compatriots. I was once told a salutary tale by a very famous one armed fighter pilot, from my Dad's WW2 squadron.

He came to visit me in hospital, after I'd been told officially what my heart had already known. "You'll adapt just fine", he told me, "know why? you don't have a choice". It seemed a bit harsh at the time, but of course he was perfectly correct. My then wife left me literally in the hospital after very honestly saying she couldn't live with me 'like that' and I've never seen her from that day in early '75. All through I had the love and inspiration of both my parents and later lived happily with my late 2nd wife until cancer took her away 17 years ago. All through I had those wise words "you don't have a choice".

Your dear little dog, won't have the clutter of human emotion and sentient irrelevance to confuse and detract her. She soon won't notice the paradigm shift and will be happily jogging along with her natural instinct of survival prevailing and your love to keep her warm.:aimeeyork

Originally Posted by docmartin (Post 4507435)

I'm sure she'll be fine, she has a loving home. When I was a boy, one of our neighbors had such a dog, 'Brynnie' a gutsy little Jack Russell; I remember him well from 60 years back, even now. I used to take him in the park I remember and to my grandfathers vegetable patch. If he got tired, grandad used to settle him on top of the potatoes and marrows and give him a lift back home in his barrow. He was great fun for a young boy because he had such an intelligent and kind nature.

I lost the use of my right arm 4o years ago next February and I'm convinced we gain other abilities as a corollary. I today have a very different way of approaching things, not just physically, but in thought and consideration. It's amazing how quickly I very often out-think my able bodied compatriots. I was once told a salutary tale by a very famous one armed fighter pilot, from my Dad's WW2 squadron.

He came to visit me in hospital, after I'd been told officially what my heart had already known. "You'll adapt just fine", he told me, "know why? you don't have a choice". It seemed a bit harsh at the time, but of course he was perfectly correct. My then wife left me literally in the hospital after very honestly saying she couldn't live with me 'like that' and I've never seen her from that day in early '75. All through I had the love and inspiration of both my parents and later lived happily with my late 2nd wife until cancer took her away 17 years ago. All through I had those wise words "you don't have a choice".

Your dear little dog, won't have the clutter of human emotion and sentient irrelevance to confuse and detract her. She soon won't notice the paradigm shift and will be happily jogging along with her natural instinct of survival prevailing and your love to keep her warm.:aimeeyork