WTF is this??

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=WyEZT2xd2 … e=youtu.be

I'm calling it now, the NRA's going down quicker than Enron.

Sorry to hear this buzz. My chihuahua Taco passed away 2 winters ago living an awesome 16 years. He was breaking down a bit, slower, lost his vision the last year+. Around Thanksgiving he took a bit of a turn, just seemed less inspired. Then about 2 weeks later I came home on a Friday & he seemed a bit lethargic. I know it sounds extreme but he was 16 & aging, so they were minor slips by this point. Anyway by Sunday night I knew. I'd accepted that I would take him to the vet Monday, and had accepted putting him down if need be. It was somewhat of a revelation, like 'Oh, this is happening' (again, I'd kinda foresaw it, but like you said it's different when k-n-o-w-i-n-g). I was just sitting with him and petting him, telling him how good he'd been, how great he was, remembering all the good times, the great times, the moments etc, and I cried. We slept the night & he was in my bed, I was happy, hopefully he was, cause we usually did when he was younger. I remember petting him, then, later in the night as I was beginning to dose off, letting go. In a way, I think that was the moment life left him, uggghhh. I hope he knows how great he was to me. I woke up, and he was gone, it was hard.

Cool moment, I went to the vet for his cremation I suppose, I honestly wasn't sure what to do next at this point. I teared up a bit along the way. Monday morning, everyone off to work, here one of the best parts of my life just died. I pulled into the parking lot, and some awful song was on. Hated it. So I pressed the CD button & in my car was a Stones greatest hits album, and Let's Spend The Night Together came on. It was just perfect, and made me smile. I listened to it in full, then, once it ended, carried him in his bed inside.

It isn't easy. The fourth day was the hardest. Then, I still thought about him every day. Then time goes on, and your life moves on. You never really get over it, it's been a year & a half for me. (No new dog yet, I told myself I'd give it a year, myb next year), but you just continue on with life. It has a way of not waiting for you to recover.

My advice man, enjoy all the moments with that cat. Make it happy, feed it the good canned cat food, spoil it with tuna if you can. Treat it like a queen, or princess. Surprise it with happiness as best you can. Even just one time you'll notice affects her, and she might show gratitude & signs of happiness for all you've done for her her whole life. Maybe you'll come to accept her fate. And look on the bright side, you do get alot of time to come to terms with it and say goodbye. In a way, maybe almost too much time, but I  gotta be honest with you, there's really no such thing.

I agree, the problem today is our country is so partisan or 'identity politics' it's one side or the other. It's murdering & executing mexican families, or allowing them all to walk in all willy nilly and choosing whereever in America they want to live and fixing them up & their extended families with a home & food.

Why isn't there an in between?

Combination of factors. Bill was still in notorious shame over his BJ incident, Al chose not to use him much on the campaign trail (Remember Bush's campaign slogan was 'Family Values' to capitalize on it). Also Ralph Nader had a pretty significant impact on the results. And lastly Al Gore chose quite possibly the worst VP choice of all time in boring Joe Lieberman. Just an awful decision. I think James posted here a few years back, Al Gore had a pretty tough primary run with Bill Bradley, a likeable & energetic politician from NY. Bradley put up a pretty good fight & I think it got a bit nasty. Seems Gore couldn't get past the personal dislike and chose not to select him as VP, and the choise of Leiberman from NH was even looked at as extending an olive branch to the Northeast sector. Had he chose Bradley, he was a lock.