You get to grieve there with your family. The weird people leave with your old dog (sob), after everyone gets to give their respects, and then it’s just you and your remaining family.
It’s a funeral. And I’m so lucky to have this because we don’t get charged for that extra service - the boss considers us family for that. The hospital went corporate and that touch won’t last but I appreciate his efforts there for us.
I’m glad you’ve had good experiences in waiting rooms! Mine were mixed and now I honestly never have to deal with any of it because she does.
And I completely agree on the latter. We have that done and it’s so much … better? To have that closure, with all the other pets able to be present and see/smell them and say goodbye.
Just replying again since my wife got home.
She said what actually happens is that when the pet is in the exam room, the customer is brought to the room. I just didn’t know the whole process post-covid. You were right!
Typically the owner is in their car outside so they can still inquire and be brought inside as needed.
That may be a Fear Free clinic. If it isn’t, that certification may be worth them looking into.
My wife works at a certified Fear Free clinic. Customers are only allowed in the building when their animals are being put down. (A greeter goes out to retrieve animals from the cars and return them after the appointment.)
Animals are happy to be there, because it doesn’t smell like fear any longer. There’s no waiting room with other animals. Just the staff who are happy to see them.
It is a real game changer.
That’s why it’s fun, at least to me.
You snap out of the conversation and go over the permutations. It’s funnier that way.
Thank you.
Like “choose to be happy” isn’t a magical mantra but something you need to work on in order to change the way you reflexively think.
“Be yourself” is essential advice for people trying to have a mask on 24/7.
And I’ve mostly given up replying to such threads because they’re usually an excuse to wallow and complain that they’ve tried everything.
I don’t have a magic potion that makes things better overnight, but I do have techniques that I have found valuable in improving my own mental health, but by bit, over several years.
So I think I have a good one, actually.
That’s what they said.
That’s it, really, an inclusive update on an old stupid joke.
I suspect I’m still the only one to find it funny.
First there were truck nuts…
One of my favorite singer-songwriters, Dan Bern, wrote many of the songs for that movie. Just an extra reason for me to love it.
My dad was in Vietnam and one of his squad mates had a pen pal who was in college back in North Carolina. My mom was that pen pals roommate, and they started writing to each other.
I’m hurt that you have no Atari.
No, wait, I’m hurt that you said some are older than you and you have nothing from before I was 14 or so.
No, wait, I’m hurt because I’m old and my joints ache.
Appropriate username.
A buddy of mine was interviewing for a job and got it in part because he was a player in one of my games. They knew they could get along with him.
You’re right, it’s exclusive when it shouldn’t be.
I would expand the question. “Sci-fi had always inspired me, what clicks for you and why?”
On Reddit, the conversation was usually incredibly angry and rude.
Here, some people fall back into that habit, but it’s usually calmer and more thoughtful.
So that’s what I try to do, try to be encouraging and uplifting when I can.
I’ve always felt pride in the ideals of my nation, and shame from its actions.
But at least I still hold onto the ideals. It’s not nothing.
The Christian Science Monitor is amazing, and from it’s name you’d never expect it.
My grandmother was a Christian Scientist. I respect her but it’s a baffling cultish offshot.
Its basis, though, was in radiacal feminism in the late 1800s. I used to read the Christian Science Monitor when we would visit her when I was a kid.
A large part of why I defaulted to atheism is from the fact that my Dad’s parents were never openly religious, my Dad is a Buddhist, my mom was nominally Christian, her mom we already discussed, and her Dad was a Congregationalist Minister and organ player.
I figured none of them could be right and it was better to try to be a good person without those structures.
Grandma and I never saw eye to eye, unfortunately.