My dog also assumes all strangers are friends, and all dogs are enemies!

They didn't do blood work, or even x-rays because her x-rays from 4 years ago were so bad they told me back then that euthenasia wouldn't be unreasonable, and that x-rays now would certainly be at least as bad and there is nothing new to learn from doing them. But she still has mostly good days. Sure, it is hard for her to squat and poop, but she does it (mostly on one leg now) and she poop-walks before it has all come out. She can't run, but she walks down the street and back with me... usually very slowly on the way back. And she eagerly comes out to the sheep when I move the sheep ... she is most alive and happy out near the sheep. She wants to ride in the truck everywhere I go, and I always bring her so she can enjoy the sights and smells without having to walk. I have a ramp and I back up to the deck so she walks only a slight incline to get in and out of the truck. But most of the time she just holds the floor down, sleeping near me in my home office.

If she can't toilet herself, that will be enough for me to take her in.

We went through this a bit over a year ago. (This might be a contrary opinion to most, and only you can decide what's best for you and your loved one! ) I felt exactly the same way: It was so much worse to have to choose.

We decided NOT to go the euthanasia route, and at one point we realized we did not want to play god and choose exactly when he would die. We wavered back and forth for weeks and even once scheduled an in-home appointment, but ended up cancelling only an hour before. We just couldn't do it. Once we made that ultimate decision, a massive burden was lifted off of our souls, and we could enjoy what was left of his last days. Whatever time we had left. That morning was one of the best he had in weeks, and he was almost as active and alert as he was before the sickness. A beautiful day that would have been lost forever. For us, the certainty of death was lifted, and whatever was to come was left to fate. We had an amazing breakfast, called in to work, and sat with him the entire day in the grass, reading, watching. Knowing that every single minute from this moment forward was truly a gift.

Five weeks later he died in my arms in the sunshine on our front porch. And still I swear I wouldn't trade a minute of those painful five weeks for anything.

The weeks in between were literally one of the hardest times in my entire life. We didn't sleep much, and yes, we saw him often in pain. But we kept him comfortable as possible (skip the meds they can make things worse, and look into RSO oil instead), fed him his favorite foods for every single meal, helped him to the bathroom. Loved him for everything he had given to us and also for the lessons he was continuing to teach us every single day up to his very last. There were good days mixed in between, some golden moments, moments that I will remember forever. He was never scared, not near as much as we were of losing him. The last few nights he slept literally in my arms, breathing heavy and we knew our time was getting short. The last morning, when I rubbed my red eyes as the sun rose, he looked back at me with a look I had never seen before. I knew it was time. It was not a look of fear, it was just knowing, understanding– that perhaps for the first time he knew what we had seen coming for weeks.

I swear I never would have been able to forgive myself if I had done it sooner. For me, for us, and I believe– for him, it was exactly as it was meant to be.

Strength to you and your family. 💔

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We went through this a bit over a year ago. (This might be a contrary opinion to most, and only you can decide what's best for you and your loved one! ) I felt exactly the same way: It was so much worse to have to choose.

We decided NOT to go the euthanasia route, and at one point we realized we did not want to play god and choose exactly when he would die. We wavered back and forth for weeks and even once scheduled an in-home appointment, but ended up cancelling only an hour before. We just couldn't do it. Once we made that ultimate decision, a massive burden was lifted off of our souls, and we could enjoy what was left of his last days. Whatever time we had left. That morning was one of the best he had in weeks, and he was almost as active and alert as he was before the sickness. A beautiful day that would have been lost forever. For us, the certainty of death was lifted, and whatever was to come was left to fate. We had an amazing breakfast, called in to work, and sat with him the entire day in the grass, reading, watching. Knowing that every single minute from this moment forward was truly a gift.

Five weeks later he died in my arms in the sunshine on our front porch. And still I swear I wouldn't trade a minute of those painful five weeks for anything.

The weeks in between were literally one of the hardest times in my entire life. We didn't sleep much, and yes, we saw him often in pain. But we kept him comfortable as possible (skip the meds they can make things worse, and look into RSO oil instead), fed him his favorite foods for every single meal, helped him to the bathroom. Loved him for everything he had given to us and also for the lessons he was continuing to teach us every single day up to his very last. There were good days mixed in between, some golden moments, moments that I will remember forever. He was never scared, not near as much as we were of losing him. The last few nights he slept literally in my arms, breathing heavy and we knew our time was getting short. The last morning, when I rubbed my red eyes as the sun rose, he looked back at me with a look I had never seen before. I knew it was time. It was not a look of fear, it was just knowing, understanding– that perhaps for the first time he knew what we had seen coming for weeks.

I swear I never would have been able to forgive myself if I had done it sooner. For me, for us, and I believe– for him, it was exactly as it was meant to be.

Strength to you and your family. 💔

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please welcome the legend Tony to nostr!

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Even this is limited. The people on Mastodon say the same thing, “you’re your own algorithm” but it still leaves a lot to be desired. Following hashtags, accounts and keyword filters obviously help but it still leaves the experience half empty

I'm honestly not super sure, but I think it has to do with the third commandment, to "not take the name of the Lord your God in vain."

Jews have a way of perversely interpreting this to mean you shouldn't swear in God's name, or even say his name. But I think Jesus teaches the opposite. Swearing by the temple or whatever are ways of avoiding the invokation of the ultimate witness: God the Judge.

Oaths are lawful in the OT, so I think swearing "with God as my witness" is really only an affirmation of what is already true when you say yes or no. It's a solemnization and reminder of the fact that every lie, especially those that hurt your neighbor, is an act of rebellion against the God of Truth.

Jesus is teaching the same sort of thing he does about lust or anger, that minor offenses (a vain word or white lie) are still to be understood in a cosmic context.

A lot like that actually

My dog is old and deteriorating. The last few days I have been nursing a sudden pain episode that doesn't seem to be caused by anything other than further deterioration of her joints. I have had very little sleep as she wouldn't leave me alone, panting and clingy. If the pain meds don't bring back good days, or if there are more bad days than good, I'm going to have to decide to put her down.

It feels like far too much power for me to decide which day she dies. But this is how it works for most dogs most of the time. I knew she would get old and die, but it is so much worse that I have to choose when.

Did Block make its own nostr client? 🧐

love this, a good reminder. I have a bible-America related question - not related to your post - but I thought of asking you as it has been bugging me all day.

The Bible says do swear, do not swear an oath and do not use God’s name. So why do the courts in the US say “Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?”

And you literally have to place your hands on the bible and swear upon it, raise your right hand, and pledge this oath. Wouldn't this contradict the Bible directly ?

In Matthew 5: 34-37, it says “But I tell you, do not swear an oath at all: either by heaven, for it is God’s throne; or by the earth, for it is his footstool; or by Jerusalem, for it is the city of the Great King. And do not swear by your head, for you cannot make even one hair white or black. All you need to say is ‘Yes’ or ‘No’; anything beyond this comes from the evil one.”

And in James 5:12 it says “Above all, my brothers and sisters, do not swear—not by heaven or by earth or by anything else. All you need to say is a simple ‘Yes’ or ‘No,’ otherwise you will be condemned.”

(NIV version for both)

Absolutely. I will be mentioning this in my talk about creating your own algorithms to fix this problem. 🧠

I want to do this in my bedroom but I know it’s gotta be so difficult! Great job.

GM nostr. Here’s a little coffee bar kinda thing I made last year.

Simple design but a little complex to make. #grownostr #woodworking #coffeechain

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the algorithms are getting to the point where they are sending the same content to everyone. almost every platform. copy of a copy of a copy only to maximize ad impressions.

straight programming, just like the programming of radio, tv, and cable.

i want to be able to create, choose, and share my own algorithms. only way out of the bubbles being created. 🫧

"little tech" is actually a thing?

Do you have fomo?