Jun
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2012
Things aren't going too well. · 2:49am Jun 12th, 2012
OK, so... this is something that's been affecting me for a while now.
My dogs are going to be going away soon. I fear they may be gone within the week.
This means I'm gonna be out for a little bit, as I'm going to be in combat with some heavy depression.
I don't know when I'll be back, so I won't change Away From The Acres to "on hiatus", as I may be back soon.
But... these dogs meant the world to me, so I want to spend time with them now, so that I don't have to regret not giving them a fond farewell.
I hope you all can understand.
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Machiniman20 · 202 views
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The best friend a man has in the world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has, he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it most. A man's reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us, may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads.
The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog. A man's dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master's side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer. He will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings, and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.
If fortune drives the master forth, an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him, to guard him against danger, to fight against his enemies. And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes his master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by the graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad, but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even in death.
George Graham Vest - c. 1855
We all feel for you, bro. Hang in there, and take as long as you need.
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Thank you guys, been a little bit out of it, to say the least.
Hey man, just take your time, we can all understand and relate in different ways. Life is silly that way, Just take your time and make good art.
Sorry to hear that.
That's the price we pay for being with such unselfish, loving animals - they give you their heart when they arrive, and take a piece back when its time to go. They care not for the mistakes of the past or the worries of the future, but live in the moment with the time they have.
, we understand
you have our accute sympathy
Aww, man. I hope that you feel better, soon. Take the time you need. I've never had a dog or anything more than a hamster, so I can't really relate, but I wish you well, all the same.