How old auties are protected by law

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Being an old (75) autistic, I live alone now, as I have always lived.
The presence of a guest, nurse, "next of kin", "friend" (we don't have
real friends, it's impossible, NO ONE understands us) in my flat is intorerable for me a scary thing .
I had this little dog who made me happy for more than a year. I was happy with her,
she was happy with me. She was stripped from me by the police, because
she was microchipped to somebody else. Now the flat is empty noisily
resonant of my unique friend's absence. The law protects property not,
in this case a happy little dog and an old disable man.

Edited with a piece of sentence missing.

Last edited by paolo on 09 Oct 2008, 1:23 am, edited 2 times in total.

oh, il mio caro amico, sono così spiacente per la vostra perdita. Il mio cuore è triste per voi che mancate il vostro piccolo amico simile a pelliccia

Merle

I am so sorry, Paolo.

Karuna, dear.

(((hugs)))

and more....

(((hugs)))

It's hard to put in words....how much I know this hurts....and how unfair and "inane" the excuse....

I feel your pain. (refer to my blog....about my kitty-cat) if you are curious...

but - this is about you....and your treasured friend.....

even though you may feel that the world doesn't understand you.....those from another planet can...relate....and do....

care.

((hugs))

Thank you all, above all for the (((()))), hugs. I have been hugged for more than a year by the little dog in her language.
There was a piece of sentence missing in the first post. I edited it.

paolo maybe you should adapt a dog from some shelter, there's loads of great dogs out there waiting for someone to take care of them!

This is an advice I have received by many. It's not likely I'll accept it. The bond between the little dog I lost was so strong that any other dog would be subject to unfavorable comparisons: I am too old to start everything anew, and experience the aftertaste of the one I loved (too strong a word?). I think sometimes I might ask people to let me walk their dog when they cannot do that themselves.
And then there is the problem of change. In this matter I don't want any change any more.
Pathologic? well yes, but then?
What I might do is to launch a campaign for dogs (and other manageable animals) for every ASD. Better than TEACCH perhaps, let them live their life. They will not become politicians, CEOs, judges, policemen, teachers (as I have been). I suspect that relational capacities acquired by way of special educational methods will only be offering them a second hand life, like in the case of the tortured "Enfant sauvage" portrayed by Truffaut.

well, you can always become a pet sitter- a lot of older people in my neighbourhood do that and it's great, I leave them my dog for the day or when I go on hols and they enjoy it a great deal while making some money at the same time.

or you could be foster family for shelter dogs, I've been considering doing that myself when my dog dies (he's 15), I just don't want to get too attached to another animal but still would like the company.

paolo wrote:

paolo......I totallly relate to what you are saying. I lost my beloved pet cat very recently (she passed in a very horrible way - very suddenly, without warning)

and...
when people try to comfort me.....they suggest that I start "anew" with another pet...

but - what you are saying....it so much of what I feel...

(like a chapter (a big chapter)....has ended in my life)..

and that - they connection was so strong....so special....physical, emotional, tactile, spiritual....that it cannot be repeated....or replaced.
and with that - comes such grief....such emptyness....such rage.....(at the unfairness)....and such soul shattering.....loss.

what can I say?.....seems I may have made you feel worse - instead of comforting you.....you know....all that stuff about ......it'll get better.....

(you know - sometimes....it doesn't....) - sometimes a "love" comes along....that was so special - so precious.....that it cannot be replaced.

it's brutal......but it's also quite beautiful.

also....
and I don't quite know how to articulate this: but I felt my age.....and maybe it was just about questioning my ability....my energy level....my tolerance....to RISK.....loving and losing that love....

maybe when it's all said and done....

what we really have to do....

is TRUST the POWER of LOVE....

trust....that it will sustain us....trust that it will renew us....trust that Love conquers all....

even - our doubts...about ourselves....

"of of the great things, faith, hope, charity.....

the greatest of all is: LOVE"

Love never .........dies......

))))))))Paolo(((((((((( it's an Aspie hug

I have been thinking about you all day, sending good energy to you along with little prayers for your aching heart to comfort and soothe you. I had to live in a little garden shed for a couple of years, and my dear cat lost her life to the coyotes on the mountian.
I could not imagine another cat and it was years before I took a cat from the local shelter that was not a 'placeable' animal. It is ok, we need each other, so it works out.

I will say another little prayer, if that is alright with you, for all of us that miss our companions.

Merle

amen...Merle...

let's us all say a prayer together....

to remember, to keep the faith and to open our hearts.....for that love .....which is to come...and to that love which only shifted it's flame.....but never died out completely...

to Paolo.....(hugs....hugs...).....and hope, and faith, and love