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YHWH is the name of the Jewish god, who claimed to be Elohim (or El), the previous word of god.

The pronounciation of YHWH was apparently kept secret by the high priests and was eventually lost. Nobody knows how it was originally pronounced.

Some have suggested YaHWeH, others say JeHoVaH, but these are just placeholders.

I think it is pronounced YeeHawWooHoo

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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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Yeah my old dog is getting to that stage. He got hit by a car about a year ago which didn't help him.

When the time comes to let him go, I'd like to be able to do it myself. I don't want to bundle him into the car & take him somewhere unfamiliar, especially if he's in pain.

I'm still not sure how to do it peacefully for him.

Haha before I saw your comment I noticed the picture and my immediate thought was, “man, the first season of that was really good…” 😆

I still feel like name + number is rainbow-tableable. Maybe a deterministic salt beacon (like hash of bitcoin block at height (N mod 4096 == 0) to resalt the hash every 4 weeks? but then old hashes could be cracked eventually 🤔 will ponder further