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		By: Glen Hartjes		</title>
		<link>https://scooterinthesticks.com/2009/06/dog-of-my-dreams/#comment-3215</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Glen Hartjes]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 02:25:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Sorry for your loss, have been there myself.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sorry for your loss, have been there myself.</p>
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		By: Conchscooter		</title>
		<link>https://scooterinthesticks.com/2009/06/dog-of-my-dreams/#comment-3211</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Conchscooter]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2009 16:13:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Ths sadness never passes.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ths sadness never passes.</p>
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		By: Lori		</title>
		<link>https://scooterinthesticks.com/2009/06/dog-of-my-dreams/#comment-3203</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Lori]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 04:15:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I just found your blog today because I&#039;m contemplating a 2007 LX 150. Your post about your pup is so sweet, I just had to thank you. I have a lab/aussie mix, Andy, who&#039;s going on 15, and every day I have him is a gift. Thank you for this lovely remembrance of your friend.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I just found your blog today because I&#8217;m contemplating a 2007 LX 150. Your post about your pup is so sweet, I just had to thank you. I have a lab/aussie mix, Andy, who&#8217;s going on 15, and every day I have him is a gift. Thank you for this lovely remembrance of your friend.</p>
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		By: Ale-		</title>
		<link>https://scooterinthesticks.com/2009/06/dog-of-my-dreams/#comment-3202</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ale-]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2009 21:10:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I read this post minutes after you posted it, but couldn&#039;t comment till now.&lt;br /&gt;So sad, like the loss of a friend, and I sadly know that.&lt;br /&gt;But this is life; people die, friends die, pets die and everything decay.&lt;br /&gt;It&#039;s just a matter of accepting it as part of nature&#039;s life cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#039;m sure that nice memories will soon replace these sad thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about a commemorative ride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a warm hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ale-]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I read this post minutes after you posted it, but couldn&#8217;t comment till now.<br />So sad, like the loss of a friend, and I sadly know that.<br />But this is life; people die, friends die, pets die and everything decay.<br />It&#8217;s just a matter of accepting it as part of nature&#8217;s life cycle.</p>
<p>I&#8217;m sure that nice memories will soon replace these sad thoughts.</p>
<p>What about a commemorative ride?</p>
<p>a warm hug.</p>
<p>Ale-</p>
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		By: Steve Williams		</title>
		<link>https://scooterinthesticks.com/2009/06/dog-of-my-dreams/#comment-3176</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Steve Williams]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Jun 2009 11:32:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Orin:  Thank you.  It still amazes me how much the presence of a dog in the house made me feel good.  With her physical presence gone now the house is a different place.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Orin:  Thank you.  It still amazes me how much the presence of a dog in the house made me feel good.  With her physical presence gone now the house is a different place.</p>
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		By: Orin		</title>
		<link>https://scooterinthesticks.com/2009/06/dog-of-my-dreams/#comment-3175</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Orin]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2009 18:43:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Steve, my deepest sympathies. Pets are truly the ones who are always there for us, no matter what. Take care.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Steve, my deepest sympathies. Pets are truly the ones who are always there for us, no matter what. Take care.</p>
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		By: Steve Williams		</title>
		<link>https://scooterinthesticks.com/2009/06/dog-of-my-dreams/#comment-3174</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Steve Williams]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2009 10:54:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Bryce:  Thank you for the comments and reminder.  I used to travel with dog biscuits in my pocket.  As a photographer making farm visits I was often confronted by packs of dogs.  Biscuits eased the arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now without a dog perhaps they will allow me a bit of entree with other dogs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;robert blu:  I understand.  I still remember how I felt at the loss of every dog I&#039;ve had if I want to bring it back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DenK:  Thank you for your support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imrahil:  What a wonderful picture the Rainbow Bridge poem paints.  I like to think that Essa is happy now and playing with other dogs just as she did when she was in her prime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for those images.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Bryce:  Thank you for the comments and reminder.  I used to travel with dog biscuits in my pocket.  As a photographer making farm visits I was often confronted by packs of dogs.  Biscuits eased the arrival.</p>
<p>Now without a dog perhaps they will allow me a bit of entree with other dogs&#8230;</p>
<p>robert blu:  I understand.  I still remember how I felt at the loss of every dog I&#8217;ve had if I want to bring it back&#8230;</p>
<p>DenK:  Thank you for your support.</p>
<p>imrahil:  What a wonderful picture the Rainbow Bridge poem paints.  I like to think that Essa is happy now and playing with other dogs just as she did when she was in her prime.</p>
<p>Thank you for those images.</p>
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		By: imrahil		</title>
		<link>https://scooterinthesticks.com/2009/06/dog-of-my-dreams/#comment-3173</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[imrahil]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2009 02:28:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Steve,&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to hear of your loss. Can&#039;t think of what I will do when my best friend and I have to part. I&#039;m sending you this poem and I hope it helps,&lt;br /&gt;Best regards,&lt;br /&gt;(M)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow Bridge &lt;br /&gt;Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. &lt;br /&gt;There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. &lt;br /&gt;There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. &lt;br /&gt;The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author unknown]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Steve,<br />Sorry to hear of your loss. Can&#8217;t think of what I will do when my best friend and I have to part. I&#8217;m sending you this poem and I hope it helps,<br />Best regards,<br />(M)</p>
<p>Rainbow Bridge <br />Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. </p>
<p>When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. <br />There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. <br />There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. </p>
<p>All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. <br />The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. </p>
<p>They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. </p>
<p>You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. </p>
<p>Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together&#8230;. </p>
<p>Author unknown</p>
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		By: DenK		</title>
		<link>https://scooterinthesticks.com/2009/06/dog-of-my-dreams/#comment-3172</link>

		<dc:creator><![CDATA[DenK]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Jun 2009 23:14:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Condolences on your loss.  Our pet cat of 17 years passed on a few weeks ago.  I understand your grief.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Condolences on your loss.  Our pet cat of 17 years passed on a few weeks ago.  I understand your grief.</p>
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		By: Anonymous		</title>
		<link>https://scooterinthesticks.com/2009/06/dog-of-my-dreams/#comment-3171</link>

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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Jun 2009 20:17:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When I was 7 our small dog died. It was a small dog, a pincher (I do not know the exact spelling) . It was more than50 years ago, but I still remember how much and how long I cried for him. &lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for your loss.&lt;br /&gt;robert blu (from RFF)]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I was 7 our small dog died. It was a small dog, a pincher (I do not know the exact spelling) . It was more than50 years ago, but I still remember how much and how long I cried for him. <br />I feel sorry for your loss.<br />robert blu (from RFF)</p>
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