tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324367038678231948.post4025165065936638033..comments2023-07-08T01:42:15.350-07:00Comments on Dirt Girl Unleashed: Whit & Her Metal Detector: Chloewhit hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06233455672493987530noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324367038678231948.post-47611772315696307942013-11-12T20:56:51.903-08:002013-11-12T20:56:51.903-08:00Hi John, Thanks for weighing in on this sad post, ...Hi John, Thanks for weighing in on this sad post, and for understanding. I am sorry you've been through this. Yes, time dims it, but this will be with me forever as one of the most painful, confusing, challenging episodes of my life. We talk about our girl all the time and miss her so. She was the most openly, full-heartedly loving dog, and yet this still happened. That's been so hard to reconcile. I will tell you, a stranger, this: often, when I'm walking Jakson thru the neighborhood streets, I will call for Chloe and ask her to join us. Not always, but sometimes, I feel her fall into step with us. Then we all run together. It is infinitely comforting. Peace and love and gold rings in the ground... WHwhit hillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06233455672493987530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324367038678231948.post-20190449576524033042013-11-12T13:10:46.192-08:002013-11-12T13:10:46.192-08:00I started reading your entries because of the Meta...I started reading your entries because of the Metal Detecting, and your blog about Chloe took me completely by surprise. We had to put our beautiful Sophie down back in June of 2011 for similar reasons (she was a nervous rescue) and your post brought all the tears and heartbreak bubbling back to the surface. Apparently time dims but doesn't erase emotional upset. No matter how rational one tries to be, there's always that lingering doubt: could I have done something else, something more? I'm very sorry for your loss.<br /><br />*hugs - johnjohn patersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08319301264169599150noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324367038678231948.post-39684698200678327532013-07-03T17:23:00.167-07:002013-07-03T17:23:00.167-07:00One of the dynamics not often considered is the ef...One of the dynamics not often considered is the effect on the remaining dog. For Zomba, it was bliss. She was on guard about that crazy dog as much as I was. She seemed to look me in the eye the next day and say"what took you so long. Now I can live my remaining days in peace." And she did. It was a notable change - she was a happy dog again once Ambo was gone.Linda Diane Feldthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07989425703770920509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324367038678231948.post-34053131216546765002013-06-28T16:13:57.039-07:002013-06-28T16:13:57.039-07:00Thank you, sweetie. What a haul. But Jak is here l...Thank you, sweetie. What a haul. But Jak is here looking at me sweetly and I know all is ok. Sure is quiet around here.<br />whit hillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06233455672493987530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324367038678231948.post-67606392243548860702013-06-28T16:13:03.215-07:002013-06-28T16:13:03.215-07:00Linda: so kind of you to write me. I'd forgott...Linda: so kind of you to write me. I'd forgotten that you'd gone through this too. Of course, you understand all too well. I keep focusing on her many wonderful, adorable, love-filled qualities and think "What did we do?!" but then I remember the other side, fixed and focused and intent, then pitching a dangerous fit. It's all OK, in the end. We had a great time together. She was my girl and I miss her. But then again, dog walking is an entirely different experience now. All the constant vigilance has just relaxed. It's a new era in our house. We're going to take some time to regroup, then maybe, in the fall, do a little fostering. xxx Wwhit hillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06233455672493987530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324367038678231948.post-43864411830523235262013-06-28T16:08:34.994-07:002013-06-28T16:08:34.994-07:00Thank you so much. I'm looking forward to gett...Thank you so much. I'm looking forward to getting back to business and writing about some metal detecting...whit hillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06233455672493987530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324367038678231948.post-88775974350617230122013-06-26T20:08:08.034-07:002013-06-26T20:08:08.034-07:00darling whit. I'm so sorry. I'm thinking a...darling whit. I'm so sorry. I'm thinking about our long walk in the woods and your obvious love for Chloe. and your worry. I'm sending you prayers of loving kindness and compassion. be sweet with yourself and with Al. xosweet sukhahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03769580942187318035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324367038678231948.post-44957393879175202542013-06-26T19:21:58.622-07:002013-06-26T19:21:58.622-07:00i had to euthanize my second Ridgeback who had sev...i had to euthanize my second Ridgeback who had severe fear aggression. I know this pain. I know especially the terrible reality of realizing you have a dangerous dog. I kept him safe, at great cost to me, and to my other dog Zomba who you knew and who played so well with Dinah.<br />You can't really do the right thing with a dangerous dog. You can do the best thing. I cried every day for about three months after Ambo was dead. But we were able, amazingly, to avoid something just like what happened to you. It is just too much to ask that you be the one thing that keeps people safe form your dog. Not and have a life, you and your people and other dog.<br />Ambo was a well bred pure bred well socialized dog from the beginning. His dad was a super champion famous much titled dog. There was just something wrong with Ambo and with puberty it all fell apart. I tried to fix him for almost three years. Then I had to give up.<br />Thanks for doing the right thing. It does sound like Chloe needed to find peace, even if it meant the end of her life. There is just no place for a dangerous dog in this world. I weep for all the disturbed dogs, however they got there, it takes the best sort of owner to say enough. It takes the most love to be their only place for safety and security and say no, it can't go on. It is too much to ask.<br />Time helps it to not hurt as much, but I know it is heart wrenchingly sad. I'm glad that she, and my Ambo, have peace. That matters. I think I only saw the tip of the iceburg of the fear and misery he had- unless he was gazing adoringly into my eyes, that was when it was all okay. But it never really could be. <br />My thoughts are with you as you make it through this loss. Linda Diane Feldthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07989425703770920509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324367038678231948.post-21098519728308872252013-06-26T18:21:03.651-07:002013-06-26T18:21:03.651-07:00First, it's wonderful reading your voice, Whit...First, it's wonderful reading your voice, Whit. Then, this is an excellent love letter written by a caring loving "parent"/dog owner. I admit I'm not a pet person but I am humbled by this story.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09104625263349745073noreply@blogger.com