How'd it go today?

Yeah well that was fun. Had to put my 12y o Vizsla down today. He'd been fighting a bad case of Lyme disease for the last 3-4 weeks and he was having a roller coaster of symptoms with bad days then good days, turns out the current bad spell that wasn't relenting was due to a spleen tumor bleeding into the stomach causing onset of complete lethargy and no energy/shock. Took him to the ER and thought we were fighting a bad case of lyme, turned out I came home with no dog. Though i know from past experience that I'll get over it but right now it hurts so bad, makes one wonder why folks would ever get dogs. SMH
 
Damn, Cory, that's terrible.

A 12 year friend and source of likely always positivity gone like that.

Its harder when it out of the blue.
 
parbuckled some big white oak onto my buddies pole trailer, climbed a pretty dead red oak, he gave me a more power puller as a trade which was very nice considering I was just planning to give him the logs, he will be back this weekend to get another load, going to be putting my chipper back together in the next few days

really been taking our time on this job, just so much tree that it wasn't worth trying to rush through, very low traffic road as well so that's a bonus
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Because dogs are awesome! They are the short lived supernova of amazingness that comes into our lives bringing happiness and sorrow just the same. It hurts but don’t trade that for all the good times or the little shit times he ate your shoe. lol
Beautifully said and a welcome perspective 8)
 
Engine set back on the chipper today, more power puller getting its first workout as well, MPP to lift and a cheapo cable comealong up top to guy the lifting limb back to the main leader, little sketchy but not too bad, I'm within WLL for the rigging so it sends

should have it all buttoned back up and chipping tomorrow evening, taking my time on it

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He stopped driving it. I washed it twice. Still needs more. Interior is in pretty good shape. Trying to con Katy into taking it in to work, and have it detailed exterior. Bt I guess the auto body shop she works at sends them out :dontknow:
 
chipper is almost back together, I messed up some wiring and now the key won't shut it off, just have to use the manual engine stop button for now

belt shroud was giving me fits so I took a break, went most of this project without throwing a wrench so that's a win, also probably taking the winch off it again since I have a machine to feed it with

pump is putting out 2500PSI, but not enough flow at idle to lift the feed wheels more than about half way, and at full throttle it opens fine upto about 1500PSI, then stops for 3 or 4 seconds only to spike back upto 2500 instantly, not sure if its putting out more than the relief valve in the crush valve can handle or what, its the OEM valve and I haven't touched any adjustments

the loader handles it like a champ, need to make a plate for a 2" receiver, my boxer would barely move my empty trailer, and wouldn't even try to move the chipper, the loader really couldn't care much less that its even on there
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I predict ball joints in the near future. But I have a fondness for Cummins.
I think those got done not long ago. Dude did maintenence even when it was not hitting the mileage. Probably when he hit a deer back in 2022... or not long before that. 3k oil changes or just every 6 months if it sat.
New batteries every 2 years, needed or not. Stuff like that. Hardly towed with it. His brother owned first.. same mentality.
 
Cory,
Sorry for the loss of your buddy.

Your last line ‘makes you wonder why folk even get dogs’… same reason we do other things despite there being loss at the end - we tend to remember and give more weight to the positive memories. And, the great joy of the relationship while we are with the being is a dog’s nonjudgmental love is paramount. If lucky we find such total acceptance and such freely-given love in our other relationships.
 
Yup, more good, appreciated sentiments. I capiche all that, I was just in a nose dive for a few days over it. I googled how to deal with it, one suggestion was to have clear reminders of him around, e.g. his collar, and although that might be counter intuitive it has actually been helpful.

There was some reddit posts about it and one of them I found relatable in its extremeness:

"My fur baby passed October 2020. He was 15 y and 10 months old. This was the absolute worst thing I've ever been through. I cried and cried until my eyes were so swollen. I cried myself to sleep. I woke up the next day and he was the immediate first thought. I didn't accept he was gone. I ran outside to where he was buried and fell on the ground crying. I cried the entire day and when I slept I dreamed of him. The following day I almost dug him up...."

I wasn't that far gone but I can relate. She went on to say that in time she did grow to accept it. :dude::drink:
 
I've had multiple dogs pass over the years so it's not my first time but even so it's always tough in the early going.
I still have some of my first dogs ashes, Cerberus a GSD. Black, silver chest with tan socks gorgeous dog smart as hell. With my ex we had him trained as a seizure response dog as she had epilepsy, took him everywhere. When I go to Rock Island State Park I bring him with and spread a little more ash. He been gone 21 years now but certainly not forgotten.

Funny story: So we just got Cer past his K-9 good citizen training and took him into a Jimmy John’s and the kid behind the counter yells “Hey! You can’t have pets in here!” We say back “He’s a service dog not a pet.” He says back “Servicing who?” I point to my girlfriend. At that point the manager leans over to the kid and whispers but still audible “He’s a service dog like for the blind.” If that kid could have crawled under a rock he would have. His tone changed to a holy shit I fuc ked up, didn’t make eye contact the whole time he took the order. Maybe you had to be there to truly appreciate his mousey demeanor after the transaction but it was priceless.

See, after 21years of being gone a dog can still bring a smile.
 
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