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02-19-2004, 06:29 PM
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Strange, emotional moments, what was your last one?
Mine was this afternoon. Not the best of timing either.
I had an interview for a job this afternoon and while waiting for the interviewer in the lobby, one of the secretaries listened to the radio. About 2 minutes before I was called in "Danny's Song" comes on the radio, and I burst into tears!   I don't know what happenned, the words, the music, I don't know, but suddenly I found myself sporting one of this big lumps in my throat, tears runnign down my cheeks. I totally lost controll. I tried to wipe the tears away but that lump just wouldn't go away. Luckily I managed to regain my composure in the nick of time. So has this ever happenend to any of you fellow dopers? (or am I just weird?) And if so, tell me about it 
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#2
02-19-2004, 06:42 PM
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Driving to work one day a few weeks ago, I saw this girl walking her dog in the park. It was a gal I used to be dog-walking friends with, and I realized I hadn't seen her since my dog died last June. I started missing my poor dog, and suddenly I completely lost it. Just totally broke down right there in traffic. I had to pull over for a few minutes and get myself together.
*Ahem* actually I'm a little verklempt thinking about it right now.
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#3
02-19-2004, 06:58 PM
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I ordered the special edition DVD of the Band's "The Last Waltz" concert and documentary. When it arrived I browsed through the chapters to get to Joni Mitchell's performance of Coyote. I guess about half way through I just started to cry. We used to listen to that album, and watch a grainy, worn video of the performance, a lot when I was younger and living at home, and my parents were still together. They split up a couple of years ago. I didn't expect it to have the effect it did. In fact, count me in as being a bit upset just thinking about it again.
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#4
02-19-2004, 07:51 PM
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I was listening to California Dreamin' freshman year of college and just lost it in my room. I was alone (I don't think that contributed to it). Just completely lost it. Tears stung my face down to my neck. I could barely see to type. I still don't know why that happened.
I know, OTOH, why I reacted to seeing a particular type of animal cracker, and why I reacted as I did to both Darrell Green Day and seeing Patrick Ewing's jersey retired (the former I knew would happen, the latter I happened upon on television). I'd grown up around boxes and boxes of this type of animal cracker at my grandparents' (lived maybe ten minutes away from them for several years), then I hadn't seen them for several years. I still have the box I bought at Toys R Us (it's a small box, but the kind I used to think were huge). It's downstairs, unopened. At some point something got stuck to the bottom of it, so it isn't pristine, but I don't care. I have it. I have no plans to eat any of them ever. It's just ... something I have. The crackers, if they haven't already, will probably go stale before. long. Doesn't matter one iota to me. I got them for what they represent, not for eating. I didn't expect to see them in the check-out line at Toys R Us, and I didn't expect to spend half the ride home crying for a reason I couldn't identify (best I can figure now is it reminded me of my childhood in a rather mixed-emotion sort of way). I didn't expect to be bawling like a baby watching the retirement ceremony for Patrick Ewing's number. I expected to feel a loss, but I didn't expect for it to be so much that I'd barely be able to speak. And I didn't expect to be bawling like a baby watching Darrell Green's last game (against the Cowboys, and a game they won against that team for the first time in a few years), and especially the pre-game things. The most recent, however, was nothing short of bizarre. fizzy and I had gone with her stepmother and stepsister to watch The Butterfly Effect. There were about four scenes totaling about a minute where I almost lost control of my emotions (on both ends of the scale). When the movie ended, something in me just let loose and I was crying something fierce for about five or ten minutes. I still don't know exactly what that was; it hit like a ton of repressed memories.
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#6
02-19-2004, 08:23 PM
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A couple weeks ago, I went to see the film Big Fish with a young lady of my acquaintence. During the last 15 minutes of the flick, I found myself crying like a little girl, even though I knew perfectly well I was being manipulated. Had something to do with having lost my father to cancer some time back.
My date hasn't gone out with me since. Oh well, so much for sensitive males, I guess.
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#7
02-19-2004, 10:40 PM
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I've probably got the title wrong, but two weeks ago, in the car, listening to Bohemian Rhapsody, I totally lost it. You know the song...."Mama, just killed a man, put a gun up to his head, pulled the trigger now he's dead..." I just started thinking about how awful it would be to have a child of mine come tell me this, and the tears began to flow. I've noticed lately that a lot of songs I loved as a teen have entirely different meanings now that I'm the parent of a teen (well, they're both adults, but only legally). Some songs I thought of as fairly innocent have some really distrubing lyrics that I never noticed before....and we're talking 70's pop here, not rap.
My other "guaranteed to have an inappropriate crying reaction" moment is whenever I see my doctor, even for a sore throat. Last time I saw him (just to get bloodwork to renew a prescription) he asked me how my daughter was doing, and I burst into tears that lasted a good 15 minutes. And she wasn't even causing me grief that week! I think it's the combination of past history and talking with someone who is supposed to care for me, in the most general sense of the word. But this happens every time I see him, even if I've been happy for weeks. Somewhere in his files he must think have written "cries continually" and I think he's worried about my mental state, because I have to then convince him that I'm really not depressed!
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#9
02-20-2004, 01:20 AM
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While talking to another Doper in IMs about personal matters, a wave of melancholy and longing swept over me. I'm pretty sure the conversation were having was what triggered it but it was just odd to have it happen then, when what we were talking about was nothing to get sad over.
I talked it over with her and got things right though. She's a good friend.
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#10
02-20-2004, 01:31 AM
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My dearest treasure in life, my granddaughter, was confirmed (a Christian relgious ceremony) tonight. This particular child has always been special. Just after my father died, we found out that she would be coming into our lives in seven months. I was there when she was born and we bonded from the beginning.
The music accompanying the Processional was the music I had chosen for the Recessional at my father's funeral -- Ode to Joy. And there she was in a long white dress -- fourteen years old and radiant. At one point in the service, she turned to face the congregation. In my line of vision, she was standing directly beneath the lights of the candles in a candelabra that was behind her. The lights reached a high point in the center and descended on both sides. It looked like a crown of light over her head. It took my breath away.
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#11
02-20-2004, 01:42 AM
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I get emotional at movies and TV shows more often than I do in real life these days, which I think is a good sign about my life. My latest incident of total bawling took place during Sex and the City when
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El Kabong, I too wept openly during Big Fish, and I'm not the least bit embarrassed about it. I wish you didn't have to be either; if your date can't admire your ability to show emotions, who needs her?
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#12
02-20-2004, 02:52 PM
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I get emotional during odd moments while watching TV and movies. I once had to fight back tears during an episode of ST:TNG watching Data's reaction when a young boy who had decided he was an android (IIRC his parents had recently been killed and this was his way of coping with the loss) told Data that he had decided he was human after all.
The most recent unusual one was when I was listening to Bette Midler Sings the Rosemary Clooney Songbook. One of the songs on it is This Ole House. I had listened to the CD before, but this time it hit a little too close to home - it was about a week or two before Patti died.
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#13
02-20-2004, 03:18 PM
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I'm not good at showing or feeling emotion for the moments which get to most people: sad movies, dying relatives, etc. I'm too good at holding the agony at arm's length, and this is probably not good for me! That's another thread.
But whenever I'm caught unaware by some moment of intense natural beauty, like sunlight on low foothills while the higher mountains above are tangled in blue storm clouds (like yesterday afternoon), or rays of sunlight cascading down between the trunks of massive redwood trees, or seeing a clutch of bumblebee-sized quail chicks trailing after their mother, etc., etc. -- that's when I tear up helplessly.
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#14
02-20-2004, 05:10 PM
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Maybe I shouldn't have been that surprised, anyway. Now that I think about it, I teared up big time at the end of The Iron Giant and that was a frickin' cartoon about a frickin' robot, for (er) cryin' out loud.
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#15
02-22-2004, 04:42 AM
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Years ago, I worked at Universal Studios Hollywood (the theme park) in the merchandise department. The big store by the main entrance was always showing movies on a big projection screen, and Babe was one that got a lot of play. Every time it got to Babe wrangling the sheep, followed by "That'll do, pig...That'll do," I teared up. Every time. Once a visitor asked me what was wrong, and when I told her, said, "But haven't you seen it enough times to get, like, numb to it?"
"[snif]No..."
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#16
02-22-2004, 07:03 AM
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Only time I cried from a film was at the end of american history.. i won't spoil it (don't know how to do boxes)
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#17
02-22-2004, 09:30 AM
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My wife and I will be staying at my brothers house for a night. We use his place as a stop off on the way to the airport, and he used to watch our dog ‘Alpine’ (Chocolate Lab) for us when we took a trip. Great brother, great dog. Last August, the dog passed on. My brother had a mattress at his house that Alpine (our dog) slept on. Not an old ratty thing. A perfectly good mattress that he would cover with a blanket and quilt and that was were Alpine slept when she was visiting. She loved it. When my wife and I went on vacation, Alpine vacationed at my brothers house. It gets a little hot in Denver so he would set up a blow up kiddy pool for her. My wife and I will be needing to spend a night at his house in a few weeks. As it turns out he will have a guest that will be using the bedroom we normally do. I suggested that we can just use Alpine’s mattress (it’s a double). He freaked out and said that no one will ever sleep on the bed again. It’s Alpine’s. Shit, Alpine was my dog. It proceeded to a point that we were on phone, but we where so broke down, missing Alpine so much that we could not talk. I’m am crying now as I write this. I really do miss that dog. Wow, what a weird night. Yes we both had had a few two many beers.
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#18
02-22-2004, 09:55 AM
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Mine happened during a sentencing for one of my clients Friday. I've been a lawyer and public defender for nearly 17 years, and it takes a lot to get to me these days. One of my clients pled guilty a couple of months ago to an aggravated assault against his wife- he shot her in the arm. The DA was recommending prison time, we wanted probation, so we had a sentencing hearing. The judge who had the case is very pro-prosecution.
My client was, at the time of the shooting nearly two years ago, an undianosed bi-polar. He and his wife had just lost two children- their oldest and youngest died within months of one another from illness. There was a lot going on with him. He had the gun to kill himself, his wife tried to get it away from him, he threatened her, she ran, he shot. I was trying to get accross to the judge that this was an isolated incident, my client is on medication and therapy now, his wife is going to counseling wtih him, etc. I had his wife testify, she doesn't want him in jail, she sais that the meds have given her husband back to her. When she was talking about their children dying and not knowing what was wrong with her husband, it really got to me, and I started choking up. When it came time for me to actually argue the sentencing, I was crying so hard I had to ask the judge to give me a moment to collect myself. The bailiff handed me a kleenex, and I soldiered on while I was crying. It shocked everyone, including me, that I got so emotional. My client got probation, with some very strict conditions, including continuing to take his meds and continue with his counseling. After court, the judge told me that I've destroyed my carefully cultivated tough-bitch image.
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#19
02-22-2004, 10:35 AM
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During Return of the King I really got choked up during the scenes involving Arwen and Aragorn. When everything was bathed in white light and they have this ethereal music going. Especially the scene where their child runs to Aragorn. I guess being a new parent (well, for a year) and all, that really got to me. Maybe being in a dark theater made me loosen up a bit. Terribly corny, but there it is.
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#20
02-22-2004, 10:42 AM
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Not as intense as most that have been mentioned, but mine was while watching my 17-year-old daughter walk down a corrider and out of sight, on her way to have both jaws broken and put back together properly. Thinking/feeling:
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#21
02-22-2004, 03:45 PM
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Backstory: I have an ex-boyfriend, who I dated for three years, lived with for two. He's still my best friend, and I'm his, but we broke up due to distance (we moved apart for school) and a bunch of weird problems. He was still in love with me for a long time, and I felt I did not love him "that way". Then, about a year later, I realised I did. He told me now that he loves me but is not in love with me, but it might happen again in the future. Which is what I had told him when we first broke up.
I've been afraid lately that he's moving on in life without me and will soon cease to be even my friend. I went to visit him on spring break, last week (yes I know it's not spring, but I don't choose when they place our breaks!). I wanted to get some of my stuff from boxes that were in his basement from when we lived together. When I opened that box and saw the pots and pans and dishes we used to have when we lived together I literally collapsed to the floor in a crying heap. I remembered how we lived together, and how happy I was then, and that I want nothing more than to do it again. And he doesn't want this, he doesn't love me, and it stabs me from inside to see reminders of a time when he'd do anything for me. I'm currently crying now just from typing this. Oh good. (Sorry for being a bummer.)
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#22
02-22-2004, 04:10 PM
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Reading your stories has been moving to me. Sometimes we keep things so pent up.
On Thursday night I wrote about my granddaughter's confirmation and wrote this: Quote:
Our families have remained friends all of these years and I grieve for the lost young woman, her mother and my former husband. I will give the mother the wrap-around cover of the program that I was holding in my hand when she lost her child. It is dark except for an accending white dove bathed in sunlight and the words Be filled with the Spirit.
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#23
02-22-2004, 05:24 PM
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I'm usually fairly unmoved by movies but theres one that has me tearing up every time....and its a bizarre film to be so moved by.
2010 where HAL heroically chooses to be destroyed to save the crew of the Leanov. "I'm afraid Dave..." "Don't be HAL, I'm with you" *bursts into tears* Just more proof that the computer has more personality than all the rest of the human cast put together.
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#24
02-22-2004, 05:59 PM
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I don't know how many times I've seen the musical 1776, both on stage and the video, but every single time John and Abigail sing "Till Then", I lose it. To me, it's the ultimate love song: Till then, till then, I am, as I ever was, and ever shall be, yours...
sniffle sniffle
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#25
02-22-2004, 08:34 PM
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I even teared up in my office when I read that a certain area in my state was listed by the World Heritage Trust. It didn't even mean anything to me! See you in the therapist's waiting room.
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#26
02-22-2004, 09:02 PM
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Scenes in movies and TV shows featuring children definitely affect you differently once you have kids yourself. The kid in the scene you mentioned reminded both my wife and I of our own son even though the resemblance isn't very strong from what I remember.
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#27
02-22-2004, 10:04 PM
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There's one movie that makes me cry in the same spot, every time I watch it. It always has, ever since I was a kid. It's probably not what you'd expect: The Glenn Miller Story. He's been slaving away with failing dance bands, and none of the club owners want him to try out his new arrangements on the audiences. But he's got this sound in his head, he just needs to find it. Then in rehearsal, they're playing "Moonlight Serenade", and just as the trumpeter stands up to solo, he bumps his trumpet into the stand and splits his lip. So Glenn stays up all night rearranging the song for clarinet lead with sax harmonies. The moment the clarinet comes in playing the melody as we all know it, and you realize that this is the sound he was looking for, it breaks me up. Every time. Glenn Miller rocks.
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#28
02-23-2004, 12:09 AM
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Interestingly, reading some of the stories on this thread made me more emotional than I expected they would.
In particular, iampunha's mention of Toys R Us caused me to have a wistful moment about my childhood. I miss the carefree days when my parents used to take us to Toys R Us. enipla's anecdote about how no one will ever sleep on Alpine's bed again caused me to tear up. I have a dog, so stories about other people's pet losses really hit home.
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#29
02-23-2004, 01:33 AM
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emekthian: I had the same reaction to that episode of Futurama. But it's "Luck of the Fryrish" not "fryfish" (like "Irish", get it?)
Zoe: Hey, I'm right with you. A good performance of "Ode to Joy" can bring anyone to tears. I haven't really broken down and cried at any particularly strange moments. The closest example would probably be when I saw the movie "Finding Nemo." I actually started crying. The funny thing is, it wasn't at the end of the movie, it was at the very beginning scene.
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#30
02-23-2004, 01:36 AM
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I think I can blame part of it on hormones, but I found myself weeping openly during the season finale of The Osbournes last year, when
SPOILER:
When I first worked at McDonald's, elderly people who came in alone and bought a small ice cream cone with change carefully counted out... oh, God, I'm crying now. As they say in "A Tree Grows In Brookyln," growing old is not a tragedy. Neither do I think that there is something pathetic or lonely about a person buying themself ice cream. But something about it gets me every time.
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#31
02-23-2004, 02:05 AM
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I found this happening to me today. My wife and I were enjoying a quiet afternoon together and found time to watch a DVD together. Cats. I was feeling fine, enjoying the music, the costumes, the set. Then Pow! The song "Memories" begins. I love the song, but in this instance it hit me like a ton of bricks. I started choking up, then the tears started welling. I was a little surprised. I tryed to stifle the emotions but I guess I passed the point of no return. I let it go.
Fortunately I have a wife who actually enjoys, and is very supportive when this happens to me. In my normal day to day activity I don't show very much emotion. I come off as a very carefree, happy go lucky sort. I have a hard time expressing real heartfelt emotion. I guess I can run, but I can't hide. After these episodes I feel very much renewed and restored. This only happens perhaps once every three or four months, but when it comes on, it can be a doozy. It's almost as if I store up these feeling for so long and then the dam bursts. I can't imagine how terrible it could be if I was with someone who either was uncomfortable or embarrassed when this happens. I wish everyone had a partner as supportive as I have.
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#32
02-23-2004, 06:50 AM
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Most recently I've been tearing up because my best friend and aren't really friends anymore. There was an incident around 4 months ago, and we stopped hanging out because of it, but talked daily. Then this past Wednesday she told me she knew about (I hadn't known for sure if she did) and we haven't talked since. I found out the only reason she had talked to me at all since then was just so she could get a ride to and from school, but this past Thursday she got a car and doesn't need a ride anymoe. When I think about the whole thing I start to cry. I feel like a horrible person for the thing 4 months ago, I feel stupid for not realizing she knew, I feel a little upset about being used, and I feel sad because not only did I lose my best friend in the world, but all of my other friends were friends with her, so I lost them too. That Wednesday night I had a Psych class to go to, and sitting there my mind wandered to the whole thing and just thinking about it I was tearing up in class.
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#33
02-23-2004, 08:18 AM
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Reading this thread. Some of the things you've shared are just so sweet. And some are just so sad. Come on, people! I'm at work here.
Geez, it's not even 8:30 and I've already cried off all my mascara. Before opening this thread <sniff> it was watching Sex & the City last night, when Samantha got the flowers. <<sniff>> I need more Kleenex.
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#34
02-23-2004, 09:57 AM
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This past Friday, I was going through some old photos, "purging." I was almost through a box of my late sister's, when I ran across a picture of my son and her fishing. He was only about 3 at the time, and she has been gone since he was 4, about 15 years. Choked me up for some reason, when all the rest had not. I still miss her.
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#35
02-23-2004, 10:12 AM
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I found myself crying during the finale of Sex and the City, which I totally didn't expect.
Once, in an interview, I was asked who I most admired. At the time, it was a teacher I had. Unfortunately, she was very sick at that point and it was uncertain if she was coming back to work or not. She'd been a very good friend to me. I damn near started crying in the interview as I talked about her. I kept it under control, but the interview guy noticed and remarked on it. And I had to explain. Without crying. That was horrible.
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#36
02-23-2004, 12:03 PM
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In January of 1989 my new husband and I entered the Humane Society. We left with a six week old German Shephard/Great Dane mix male puppy. Hubby had never had a dog before and Larry was both "son" and man's-best-friend to us. For twelve years we loved this dog in a way no words can describe.
One week shy of his 12th birthday, on December 22nd, he suffered what the vet believes to be a seizure of some sort that had a detramental effect on him. On Thursday, December 23rd I asked the vet to come to our house. Larry was put to rest in our arms, in his own home, and on his own bed. On the 24th I was driving in to work (it was only a 1/2 day before Christmas break) bawling like a baby, hoping I could make it through the day. Just last week I'd heard a song on the radio that brought it all back and I had to pull over. I must have heard this song on that day, Dec 24th, three years ago. It's the only explanation for feeling such a loss at a song. Three years have passed and not a day goes by that I don't think of him We miss him terribly.
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