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Are Stilettos just arch enemies?
"I have no idea what I did, but I'm taking full credit for it." - ThisOldTony
AntiTwitter: @DalekDave is now a follower!
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If the shoe fits...
Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. If that is granted, all else follows.
-- 6079 Smith W.
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Get to the point!
- I would love to change the world, but they won’t give me the source code.
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They're at the height of fashion!
They call me different but the truth is they're all the same!
JaxCoder.com
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Wasnt it John Bunyan who said that?
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Would you call a pot smoking low life a High Heel?
They call me different but the truth is they're all the same!
JaxCoder.com
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Only if his pot was laced with something else.
/ravi
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C'mon, have you no sole?
"the debugger doesn't tell me anything because this code compiles just fine" - random QA comment
"Facebook is where you tell lies to your friends. Twitter is where you tell the truth to strangers." - chriselst
"I don't drink any more... then again, I don't drink any less." - Mike Mullikins uncle
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I guess I should toe the line.
/ravi
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Ravi Bhavnani wrote: I guess I should toe the line.
That's a shoe-in for the best pun of the day.
"the debugger doesn't tell me anything because this code compiles just fine" - random QA comment
"Facebook is where you tell lies to your friends. Twitter is where you tell the truth to strangers." - chriselst
"I don't drink any more... then again, I don't drink any less." - Mike Mullikins uncle
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Both in body and in sole. Perhaps this reply will lace a bit toe long.
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I was hoping for a more cutting remark.
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So my aunt broke her ankle about 4 months ago and I took over the care of her two elderly cats, approximately 14 and 17. Well, the 17 year old has started to take that downhill ski slope to the Pearly Gates finish line, and as my aunt is now 80% rehabilitated I'll be bringing little Benjamin back to her on Friday. I'm realizing I've developed a bit of an emotional attachment to the little guy and am getting teary-eyed even writing this post.
Benjamin[^]
(The link is to my blog)
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That's rough and my condolences. Take heart in the fact you gave him a great home when he needed it and made him comfortable and happy at the end.
![Rose | [Rose]](https://codeproject.freetls.fastly.net/script/Forums/Images/rose.gif)
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That'll be a wrench - they worm their way into your life remarkably well.
Good looking cat, but 17 isn't necessarily the end of the world - indoor cats can reach that with relative ease, and we had an indoor/outdoor cat when I was young that lived to 28 or so; she was still rat, squirrel, and dog hunting until a month or so before she passed. Survived dog fights, rat fights, car fights, falls, and stupidity all ok, but got killed by cancers caused by fallout from Chernobyl.
"I have no idea what I did, but I'm taking full credit for it." - ThisOldTony
AntiTwitter: @DalekDave is now a follower!
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They do quickly become a part of your life.
They call me different but the truth is they're all the same!
JaxCoder.com
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He looks at home and very aristocratic (which you are too of course, CodeProject aristocracy) 
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My wife joined my life about 11 years ago with two cats and a dog. We've since added another dog, lost the first, and added 1 cat and two horses (both OTTB ex-race horses aged 6 and 7 who will live up to their 30s most likely). All rescues. No kids, mind you, as I had that earlier with my daughter who is now off in college.
Of the two cats that my wife brought into my life, they were a mother and son. The son was so attached to my wife that there was no chance I would fit in edgewise. But the mother and I found a good spot together. She's 22 now, and outlived her son (who passed away earlier this year at 20).
I affectionately refer to her as the zombie cat because we can't exactly define the supernatural power that keeps her hanging on, but she knows where the food, water and litter box are located, and gets plenty of affection. She sleeps 23 out of 24 hours a day, is mostly deaf and certainly senile, and I have to admit that my reaching down to pet her each morning is mostly making sure she has made it through the night. But wife and I have both agreed that as long as she still does everything and responds to affection with a purr, then we will refrain from taking her to see the vet.
There is nothing like the love I have for my kid, but the love I have for any of the animals that have wriggled their way into my life is a very close second. I completely understand what you are up against...we welcome them into our lives, knowing full well that we will outlive them and end up saying goodbye much too soon. But don't let that stop you! If you have the room in your heart and home, go down to your local shelter and make a new friend.
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My orange tabby, Caesar, hit 16 earlier in the year. He's still going strong. A little gimpy, but, that's been a long term thing for him. He was a bit overweight for a while...
The one that nearly broke me was last year when we lost his sister, Cleopatra, to melanoma. (Black cats are more susceptible to that particular cancer, having more melanocytes.)
They do worm their way in.
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He even looks a bit like my old cat.
I had plenty of people think he wasn't particularly friendly because that cat didn't just let anyone approach him and give him a belly rub. I must've been "in the club", because I swear that cat loved the s**t out of me. In the summer, I'd sit down on the front porch and he'd never jump on anyone's lap but mine.
Even though he's been gone for maybe 8 years now, I don't want another cat, because (s)he would have a lot to live up to. And I'm fine with that.
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Going to give mine some chicken now.
Bastard Programmer from Hell 
If you can't read my code, try converting it here[^]
"If you just follow the bacon Eddy, wherever it leads you, then you won't have to think about politics." -- Some Bell.
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That sucks 
I remember when Siepie died, the house wasn't the same after that.
When I came home at night I never went straight to bed, I always went into the living room to pet her.
After she died I kept going into the living room only to find it empty.
Broke my heart every time, but it was such a habit after all those years.
My condolences.
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When I was walking my first dog, a man approached, begging me to let him pet my dog: He had just lost his own, his best friend of many years, and was dying to get a new puppy, but the breeder couldn't provide one for another few weeks. So, please, let me pet your dog a little, won't you?
So, when my first dog was getting old, to avoid such a period of emptiness, we got a new puppy while he was still alive. And boy, did he get alive! He fell in love with the little one at first sight, and lived for another three and a half years ... The two were "best buddies" throughout, like you never saw before (even though both were males).
During those years, our family broke up, and I was left alone with the dogs. At age almost 12 years (that is a lot for a large St.Bernhard!) the old one said goodbye. And the following day, the young one simply refused to walk past the place where the old had been laying when he closed his eyes; I had to use strong force to drag the young one by. We had our 45 min walk, and when we got home, the young one laid down. Wouldn't raise up. He never did. So I lost both my dogs within 24 hours.
Then I sat down thinking: I can't possibly spend more than four hours per day giving a dog active attention, like walking or petting him. Twenty hours a day, he will be left to himself, all alone. Those hours, the two had been together, having each other to interact with. The young one understood that now he would be completely left to himself twenty hours a day.
If I get myself a new dog, can I defend any such thing? No. Certainly not as long as I am living alone. During the first years with the old one, he probably didn't get much more than four hours a day of active attention, but there was family life around him: People talking, singing, making food, moving in and out, ... Whenever we had a meal, he would come to lie down by the table (even though he knew well that he would get nothing). He was present in family life sixteen hours a day.
So, unless I get a new family (which is not likely to happen), I cannot take the responsibility for giving a dog 20+ hours a day of loneliness.
I sort of understand the young one. His social life would be like sitting in a prison cell, only being let out for short breath of air at long intervals. I do not have a dog now. I miss it, but I can't make myself doing this to a dog.
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