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May 19, 2006


I am so upset with the news about Ivy. It is amazing to think she has been in our lives for so long. Not many people have been so lucky to have a dog with them that long. I remember like yesterday the day that Dad put a basket on the front of my bike and I thought how perfect it would fit Ivy. I loved riding around the park with her in the basket, wraped in blankets and she did too. Everyone would stop me and say, "You have the cutest puppy" and I knew they were right! Then when I got my car she loved going for rides with the window down. All of our friends loved Ivy too, she was one of the greatest dogs anyone could ask for. I am going to miss her.

I'm sorry about Ivy, Claire.

I agree with your mom. People who don't see the magic in animals are kind of strange. They really don't know what they're missing.

Again, sorry about your adorable little dog.

18! Wow!

My dog was 16 when he died, and it was when I was about the same age as you are and in the same situation, I was in grad school and far away from home. He'd been sick for a while and his death wasn't a surprise. What was surprising to me was how sad I felt. I'd always known I'd be sad. When I was a kid I didn't want to get a dog because I was afraid of how I'd feel when he died. In my experience all dogs died young. I didn't want to go along when my family went to pick out a puppy. And I didn't try to pick one out. He picked me out. He was my friend from that day on. I still think he'd have stuck around longer if I'd been home. And I still don't want another dog.

I am very sorry to hear about the loss of your friend, Claire.

Oh, Claire, I'm so sorry to hear about Ivy. I'm glad you had the chance to go home and see her recently. *hugs*

This is just so sad. I am glad, though, that she was so well-loved. It must be what allowed her to live so long-- she couldn't allow herself to leave you.

Ivy was a good friend, and especially growing up it's nice to have someone so constant. To date, the worst existential crisis I've ever had is when we had to put my cat to sleep. I've always felt a little embarassed by that admission, so actually I find your mother's helpful, too. You're holding up pretty well, considering. It's been a big week of change for you.

Oh, Claire, I'm so very sorry.

Ivy was family. I honestly don't remember the first time I met her. Having known her and heard so many stories about her, it just feels like I met her the same day I met Claire.

My favorite memory about The Pooch is when she came to our graduation party. She instantly made friends with all of the grandmothers who, naturally, then spent hours bickering over whose turn it was to hold her in their lap. Such a sweet dog.

Good bye Ivy. What a sad event. My thoughts are with you, your family, and Ivy. Great pets are some of our most important and beloved friends and when they die it is as tragic as when anything else dies. I know that Ivy is most sad that she cannot be comforting your family through her last transition. Many hugs to you my friend.


I'm so sorry. I don't know how I missed this post to begin with, but I did. it was only in reading your latest post that I discovered I had and went back and found it. the loss of a pet is always so hard...I get a lump in my throat just thinking about it. but know she had a great and happy life with you and your family. and 18...that's amazing! and definitely a gift. :)

my thoughts are with you!



Sorry to hear about the loss of such a beloved and sweet pet.

Keep your chin up!


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