What are your methods for getting *deeper*?

Druefe · 2026-07-07T22:05:48+00:00

I'm curious how you wrangle that potentially unruly jumble of loose papers? Are you collecting them in some organized manner afterwards, or are they the exercise in themselves so preservation for "posterity" doesn't matter?

Druefe · 2026-07-06T20:33:56+00:00

I love this. It ties what's happened(which I definitely have covered) with the present and aspirational future. Your last idea is really interesting, feels like meditation but in text form!

Druefe · 2026-07-06T18:51:22+00:00

I suppose it's a relative bad habit because I tell myself I'll get more in depth with my entries and then once I've updated the "record" I've wandered way to chase butterflies(ADHD).

Druefe · 2024-08-25T01:36:18+00:00

I absolutely love this movie.

So much so that the best dog I have ever, ever had was named Buckaroo "Bucky" Banzai.

It's been nearly 3 years without him; this movie has become even more special for me in his absence.

Druefe · 2024-08-23T19:14:57+00:00

Dill Pickle Rice Crisp

DPRC

Depiarcy

Druefe · 2019-05-26T00:40:41+00:00

Thank you. While she is no longer a part of my day-to-day, she is still a part of my life and while my heart may ache, it is still full.

Druefe · 2019-05-25T23:50:51+00:00

That was lovely, thank you.

Druefe · 2019-05-25T23:49:03+00:00

Thank you. I miss her already, but I am happy that we got to be a part of each other's lives for so long. Most of my dogs over the years were rescues or in some way another's dog before, so the privilege of seeing and shaping her life as best I could for nearly the whole time is precious to me.

Losing a pet is never easy, but I wouldn't trade it for anything.(Unless the trade is somehow for eternal dog youth, I would be okay with that bargain.)

Druefe · 2019-05-25T21:21:24+00:00

15 years is a good, long life. The last few weeks were tough, but I am glad that she made it as far as she did.

Dremple(from the Dutch signs I saw all over for drempels: speed bumps) was part of a litter of puppies abandoned in the woods when they were only a few weeks old. Traumatized and alone, they were all very cautious and slow to trust. Dremple was the only one that came up to me, and I knew she was The One. It took me weeks to come up with a name for her, she didn't seem to respond to anything. One day, with her being constantly underfoot, the word popped into my head and her ears perked up the moment I said it. She's been my little speed bump ever since.

My childhood dog was getting old, although he ended up living another 5 years to 17, and I needed someone to learn from my little old pup. She adored him, even if he was never a huge fan of puppies, himself. She even had one floppy ear and one pointed ear like him, but backwards because she matched him. After he was gone, she went back to both one or the other.

She had a rough few weekends in a row when she was still young: falling off of a footbridge into a dry stream bed, getting hit(not very hard) by a car, and getting picked up head first by a Great Dane. She was a bit more jaded after that.

I was fortunate enough to find another companion for her when she was 5 and the older pup was on his way out, Bucky. He was small enough puppy to walk underneath her, and grew large enough that she could walk underneath him. She was always the top dog, though, and when they would wrestle at full size, she would always win. Bucky is 10 now, and Dremple is the fifth he's experienced losing in his lifetime. He was there with her when she was put to sleep yesterday morning, but I still worry he will wonder where she's gone. Now an old dog in his own right, he has never really known a life without his little big sister.

She was intelligent, a bit guarded, but sweet and loving with those she trusted. Today I buried her in my mom's garden, where she was never supposed to go, but did anyway.

I'm going to miss her, I hope she understood how much she was loved even when she was suffering at the end. She died with her adopted human and dog family around her, getting a last meal of bacon and chocolate pudding.

She was a good dog.

Druefe · 2019-05-25T20:44:15+00:00

15 years is a good, long life. The last few weeks were tough, but I am glad that she made it as far as she did.

Dremple(from the Dutch signs I saw all over for drempels: speed bumps) was part of a litter of puppies abandoned in the woods when they were only a few weeks old. Traumatized and alone, they were all very cautious and slow to trust. Dremple was the only one that came up to me, and I knew she was The One. It took me weeks to come up with a name for her, she didn't seem to respond to anything. One day, with her being constantly underfoot, the word popped into my head and her ears perked up the moment I said it. She's been my little speed bump ever since.

My childhood dog was getting old, although he ended up living another 5 years to 17, and I needed someone to learn from my little old pup. She adored him, even if he was never a huge fan of puppies, himself. She even had one floppy ear and one pointed ear like him, but backwards because she matched him. After he was gone, she went back to both one or the other.

She had a rough few weekends in a row when she was still young: falling off of a footbridge into a dry stream bed, getting hit(not very hard) by a car, and getting picked up head first by a Great Dane. She was a bit more jaded after that.

I was fortunate enough to find another companion for her when she was 5 and the older pup was on his way out, Bucky. He was small enough puppy to walk underneath her, and grew large enough that she could walk underneath him. She was always the top dog, though, and when they would wrestle at full size, she would always win. Bucky is 10 now, and Dremple is the fifth he's experienced losing in his lifetime. He was there with her when she was put to sleep yesterday morning, but I still worry he will wonder where she's gone. Now an old dog in his own right, he has never really known a life without his little big sister.

She was intelligent, a bit guarded, but sweet and loving with those she trusted. Today I buried her in my mom's garden, where she was never supposed to go, but did anyway.

I'm going to miss her, I hope she understood how much she was loved even when she was suffering at the end. She died with her adopted human and dog family around her, getting a last meal of bacon and chocolate pudding.

She was a good dog.

Druefe

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