loosing weight

[Nothing To Do With Doodles]

As most of you know i lost my pug Ozzy due to pancreatitis cancer a few weeks ago.I couldnt eat for 2 and a half days until my family made me eat.Now i feel a little bit better and ive lost 30 pounds.I now weigh 162 pounds.I havent been that weight since grade 9.I feel better now and can walk Dakota for an hour and a half straight every day.I have  no idea why  im writing this but i was wondering if any of you have gone through the same thing?

[Lynn D.]

Yeah, it happens. Even the thought of putting food in my mouth made me sick for at least 3 days. I was with my husband's catholic family who were even more frantic that I wouldn't eat! However, I knew that I would be fine as long as I kept hydrated. I have no idea how much weight I lost, knowing me-none.

My un-MIL (boyfriend's Mom) lost her husband and lost about 50#. It's not the preferred way to lose weight but life happens.

Enjoy the extra long walks! Sorry about Ozzy. I would have been heart broken as well.

Take a new photo for your icon! You deserve it.  :)

[F, Calla & Luca]

It is always good when something unexpectedly good comes out of something bad. But I agree that it's not a good way to lose weight but now that you have try to stay this way. And I have come to understand that most things are never competed, we just keep trying. There's always more dog training to do, or more laundry and so forth. Just keep doing your best : )

[Karen, Jasper and Jackdoodle]

I can never eat when I'm grieving and always lose weight. Very normal. I've found that half the people eat when they are depressed or grieving, and the other half can't eat.

[Karen, Jasper and Jackdoodle]

Jared, this is the terrible reality of loving an animal. Your heart pays dearly for it when you lose them, but the alternative is to never have known or loved them at all.

I think this will have some meaning for you. It's long, but read it through anyway.

If you ever love an animal, there are three days in your life you will always remember...

The first is a day, blessed with happiness, when you bring home your young new friend. You may have spent weeks deciding on a breed. You may have asked numerous opinions of many vets, or done long research in finding a breeder. Or, perhaps in a fleeting moment, you may have just chosen that silly looking mutt in a shelter --- simply because something in its eyes reached your heart. But when you bring that chosen pet home, and watch it explore, and claim its special place in your hall or front room -- and when you feel it brush against you for the first time --- it instills a feeling of pure love you will carry with you through the many years to come.

The second day will occur eight or nine or ten years later. It will be a day like any other. Routine and unexceptional. But, for a surprising instant, you will look at your longtime friend and see age where you once saw youth. You will see slow deliberate steps where you once saw energy. And you will see sleep where you once saw activity. So you will begin to adjust your friend's diet --- and you may add a pill or two to her food. And you may feel a growing fear deep within yourself, which bodes of a coming emptiness. And you will feel this uneasy feeling, on and off, until the third day finally arrives.

And on this day --- if your friend and God have not decided for you, then you will be faced with making a decision of your own --- on behalf of your lifelong friend, and with the guidance of your own deepest Spirit. But whichever way your friend eventually leaves you --- you will feel as alone as a single star in the dark night.

If you are wise, you will let the tears flow as freely and as often as they must. And if you are typical, you will find that not many in your circle of family or friends will be able to understand your grief, or comfort you.

But if you are true to the love of the pet you cherished through the many joy-filled years, you may find that a soul --- a bit smaller in size than your own --- seems to walk with you, at times, during the lonely days to come.

And at moments when you least expect anything out of the ordinary to happen, you may feel something brush against your leg --- very, very lightly.

And looking down at the place where your dear, perhaps dearest, friend used to lay --- you will remember those three significant days. The memory will most likely be painful, and leave an ache in your heart --- as time passes the ache will come and go as it has a life of its own. You will both reject it and embrace it, and it may confuse you. If you reject it, it will depress you. If you embrace it, it will deepen you. Either way, it will still be an ache.

But there will be, I assure you, a fourth day when --- along with the memory of your pet --- and piercing through the heaviness in your heart --- there will come a realization that belongs only to you. It will be as unique and strong as our relationship with each animal we have loved, and lost. This realization takes the form of a Living Love --- like the heavenly scent of a rose that remains after the petals have wilted, this Love will remain and grow --- and be there for us to remember. It is a Love we have earned. It is the legacy our pets leave us when they go. And it is a gift we may keep with us as long as we live. It is a Love which is ours alone. And until we ourselves leave, perhaps to join our Beloved Pets --- it is a Love that we will always possess.

-Written by Martin Scot Kosins, author of "Maya's First Rose"

 

[Laurie, Fudge, and Vern]

Karen, This is beautiful! Thank you for sharing it with all of us.

[Jane, Guinness and Murphy]

This is really perfect, Karen. 

[Pat and Traveler]

Karen, this brought tears to my eyes.

[Karen, Jasper and Jackdoodle]

Mine too, every time I read it. ;)

[F, Calla & Luca]

This is a lovely thought. Sadly, I sometimes think of days two and three when I should concentrate on one.

[Wendy and Myla]

I absolutely LOVE this - thank you Karen!!!!

[Carol and Banjo]

Oh my Karen......beautiful indeed.  Thank you for sharing.

[Laurie, Fudge, and Vern]

Jared, I think there are two types of people that grieve.....one who loses weight and one who gains weight after a crisis. I am usually a stress eater, so I would probably be posting that I gained a bunch of weight.  The sad thing about dogs is we almost always outlive them, but for the short time they are with us, they touch us in a way that many people do not understand. You gave Ozzy a good life. You loved him and took care of him, which is more than many dogs get in their lifetime. I am glad you are starting to feel better.