tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522998597102526360.post235443921275553986..comments2023-08-09T16:37:21.301-07:00Comments on Letter From Birdland: TOWARD ETERNITYMary Lucille Hayshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15933445748108427324noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522998597102526360.post-14783123302432806282011-09-14T09:37:32.816-07:002011-09-14T09:37:32.816-07:00Thank you, Lisa. Yes, doggie dinner time was my fa...Thank you, Lisa. Yes, doggie dinner time was my favorite time of day. Isie would be sunning in her spot, surveying the beanfield. I'd step out on the porch and offer a squeaky "yip-yip-yip!" After a few rounds of calls, she would suddenly start, first looking the wrong way (toward her good ear) then lumbering up and over to her bowl, tail slowly wagging. Ursula always knew to keep away from Isie's dish.<br /><br />Thanks, Sue. Yes, writing this was therapeutic, but even more so were all the comments and letters, and thoughts and wishes from friends. These keep my boat afloat.<br /><br />p.s. I've been wondering what you're spinning lately.Mary Lucille Hayshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00356500719545405263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522998597102526360.post-28091071688468804542011-09-13T06:25:52.733-07:002011-09-13T06:25:52.733-07:00We know what it is we are signing up for, but that...We know what it is we are signing up for, but that doesn't make it hurt any the less at the end of the chapter. Your writing about Isis brought tears to my eyes and I hope it was helpful for you, too. Beautifully done.Suspinz: Dabbler in Many Thingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00147989465074989100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522998597102526360.post-54057069613600903722011-09-12T21:02:56.887-07:002011-09-12T21:02:56.887-07:00Thank you for this beautiful tribute to such a goo...Thank you for this beautiful tribute to such a good friend. I'm glad your were able to share each others' lives for so many years and that when it came time for her to pass, it was peaceful. Hugs to you and I wish you joy as you delight in memories of Isis. Lisa<br /><br />PS. I smiled as you described your way of calling her...I, too, have a near-deaf dog and I have to give really loud woot woots to get her attention :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com