"Carl's Lounge" (Off-Topic Discussion, Traditional Knife "Tales & Vignettes")

Sword and Shield said:
I wish I had good news to give.

Results came back. High grade fibrosarcoma of the liver and spleen. Inoperable, and essentially untreatable. He's in pain, and my wife and I are trying to make the most painful decision of whether to have him put down.

God, my heart hurts.
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been there, done that, still miss the dog.
you & your wife have my heartfelt sympathies and condolences.
 
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Sword and Shield said:
I wish I had good news to give.

Results came back. High grade fibrosarcoma of the liver and spleen. Inoperable, and essentially untreatable. He's in pain, and my wife and I are trying to make the most painful decision of whether to have him put down.

God, my heart hurts.
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Sorry to read this, my heart goes out to you and your wife. It's never easy making that call, but is the last act of love we can show our beloved furry friends...
 
Sword and Shield said:
I wish I had good news to give.

Results came back. High grade fibrosarcoma of the liver and spleen. Inoperable, and essentially untreatable. He's in pain, and my wife and I are trying to make the most painful decision of whether to have him put down.

God, my heart hurts.
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I'm so sorry to read this, I went through it last year. When you do make the decision, stay with him and hold him as he goes. It hurts so bad, but it's the most loving thing you can do for him.
 
r redden said:
The summer of 1968 was a landmark time in my life. The Vietnam War was in full swing, Hippies had emerged from every corner of the US and descended on San Francisco to a point it was called the Summer of Love but most important I had turned 13 years old, a true teenager. Living in the mountains of Western North Carolina those things seemed as far away as the moon except the fact that I was now a teenager. My cousin Doug, three boys that didn’t live too far away Ronnie, Johnny, Billy and myself were constant companions. We shared a love for tools and the greatest tools of all were the Barlows that we all owned and carried. However, we had all saw the majestic machete at work and had a deep desire to own one.
Mr. Bell lived on the same road as I did and would sometimes go to town and when he did he would always take us boy’s along and let us check out the stores while he tended to his business then pick us back up and take us home. As I went by his house one morning on my bike I heard him holler “Hey I’m headed to town in the morning you boy’s wanna go”. I replied with a shout “yes sir I’ll tell everyone”. My heart was racing we usually went straight to the Kress Store candy counter but this time would be different. This time we all had folding money and a mission to go to the Army Store and buy some fine machetes.
The next morning we were all at Mr. Bell’s house early, our bikes lined up by the porch like the Harleys of a proper motorcycle gang. Doug had won the coin toss and got to ride in front with Mr. Bell the rest of us jumped into the bed of his pickup truck. When we pulled into downtown Asheville Mr. Bell asked if we wanted off at Kress “No Sir” Doug said “take us to the Army Store and pick us up at Cosmos”. As we pulled in front of the store we all jumped out and made a B line for the front door money in pocket. In a back corner of the store we saw them, some hanging on the wall the rest in an old barrel. Ronnie grabbed the first one out of the barrel I took one from the wall knowing that hanging as a display it had to be the best one then the rest of the guy’s got theirs. In those days a teenage boy with money could buy anything with a blade no questions asked so we paid the clerk and headed to Cosmos Café.
When we got to Cosmos we ordered two platters of fries and five soda fountain drinks sat down and discussed our ownership of the greatest machetes on earth. As we finished our food we made a pact to scout out a fine piece of land and build the finest fort ever constructed with our newly purchased tools. Soon Mr. Bell pulled up and honked the horn so back home we went somehow a little older and a lot richer with those machetes strapped to our sides.


I hope it's ok to post a story like this if so I will post some more of the story in a couple of days.
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Nice story! Thank you.

Cate
 
Holy moley. I heard Joey Diaz, a comic/movie star on Joe Rogans podcast, and started to listen to Diaz podcast.

Listening to a guest named Mike tonight. Didn't really click until the producer named Mikes book. Mike Robuck! Mike, I'm guessing wild can't describe those days running with Joey Coco Diaz.

Awesome. Just to let you know, Joey is funny as hell but extremely dirty.
 
What a shame nothing was done with the building prior to all of this happening. Not just the fire either, but with allowing it to become so grown up with vegetation and letting it get so delapitated. I've driven by the place so many times and it always was a shame to see it like that. No doubt some punk kids with nothing better to do decided to have a bonfire.
 
It's too bad the building couldn't have been saved for a future use of some kind. I'm glad Mike Losicco got there before this happened!
 
A week ago she turned up at the country place. About 6 or 8 months old, extremely friendly (unlike most countryside cats that run off) in good shape but thin. She gets good meals and sleep when we're there and seems to like the garden a lot. I was cursing this Rat Problem that developed recently, tried to trap them uh uh, or shoot them, too fast, I refuse to poison things as it endangers other wild-life and the corpses behind the woodwork can stink terribly. But oddly enough, the Rat families seem to have vanished since she started managing the problem....:D:D Less welcome is her natural interest in birds..:(

Have to see how things turn out, she doesn't seem to belong to anybody but cats being cats, they can just move house if they feel like it. Being young, she's really playful still and very glad of company.

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Sword and Shield said:
I wish I had good news to give.

Results came back. High grade fibrosarcoma of the liver and spleen. Inoperable, and essentially untreatable. He's in pain, and my wife and I are trying to make the most painful decision of whether to have him put down.

God, my heart hurts.
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sitflyer said:
Sorry to read this, my heart goes out to you and your wife. It's never easy making that call, but is the last act of love we can show our beloved furry friends...
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Lone_Wolfe said:
I'm so sorry to read this, I went through it last year. When you do make the decision, stay with him and hold him as he goes. It hurts so bad, but it's the most loving thing you can do for him.
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It is indeed a hard decision, and nature can be cruel. I just said goodbye to my cat last night. I had to consider whether he had a chance to recover and be healthy or was I just prolonging his pain.

RIP, Victor


edit: sounds like a good cat you have there, Will. :thumbup: It's nice to have one that's a good hunter, but also friendly with people.
 
Sad for you about your cat Rachel. Our animal companions often show us higher behaviour/empathy than we humans do to each other, we should be humbled.

Cats generally like me but this one is all over you, but I don't know if she'll stay as I can't be there all the time. She's pretty and charismatic so I'm sure she'll wander into somebody else's life too!

Regards to all, Will
 
Sorry you lost your friend Rachel.

Will, we've had a feral cat living around our property for years. She was a similar age when she first appeared. We feed her in the morning and pet her, then she's gone till the next day. If we see her during the day she won't let us get near her. Like you, prior to her arrival we had a rodent problem. Haven't seen a mouse in years. We did catch her when she was young and get her neutered. Had to live trap her for that.
 
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