In our area Death Notices are often placed in the local paper by most funeral homes or whoever is handling the arrangements as a courtesy or part of the package. Obituaries have to be submitted by family and are more detailed and paid for according to length. Some obits are handled as news items and written by reporters if there is a "story" there. Our local paper will consider this if the family submits a request for someone who has led a life that may be of interest to the general public. Some people prefer to do nothing for personal reasons or privacy.

He must have been before my time on the forum. Never-the-less, it saddens me to hear that. I wish him happiness and peace for whatever time he has left. My sympathy to you Joan and others that knew him. Marnie

These are the only Dave stories that I know that are about pets; well except for his giant dog Bruiser. Bruiser showed up at the house one day, gaunt & stinky & with a haunted look in his eyes. Dave lived in the country, so there was no 'animal control'; you had to call the county sheriff's department. Dallas County told him that rabies was rampant that summer (it always is) & that all strays, as well as all wildlife about which they received a complaint, were being shot on site. They told him that he could shoot the dog or they could come out & do it. Have I mentioned that Dave was a rough-&-tumble macho guy? He had killed deer for the table, & he had guns in the house, but he put that dog in his truck & drove to the vet. Vet said there was nothing wrong with the dog that soap, water, & groceries wouldn't fix. Dave named the dog, had him bathed, dipped, & vaccinated & took him home & fed him all he'd eat. Bruiser got healthy & his hair became thick & shiny & sleek. & it turned out that this dog, who had been so skinny that he looked like a hound mix, was probably part Mastiff & part pit bull. In his prime, he weighed over 150 pounds. He & Dave loved each other. Bruiser slept in the bed with Dave unless Dave's granddaughter Alicia, a petite little girl of 3 at the time, was spending the night. When she came over, the dog abandoned Dave & slept with Alicia. Bruiser patrolled his territory, kept out all threats such as dogs & mail carriers, & allowed no one near Dave without Dave's okay. & Alicia grew up, I guess, as secure as any child can be. The Secret Service couldn't have done a better job. As I've mentioned before, Dave was a totally macho guy, & he'd never had Bruiser n-e-u-t-e-r-e-d. When the dog was abour 14, he began to have some kind or pain or discomfort & he started limping. If I ever knew what the diagnosis was, I've forgotten. but the cure was, you guessed it, castration. It took Dave about 3 weeks of soul-searching, self-torment, gnashing of teeth, tearing of hair, & griping, usually loudly, to everybody else about it, but Bruiser's obvious pain & the misery in his eyes finally got to Dave & he had the operation done. & it worked! Bruiser out-lived Dave; he was bereft at first, but it seemed to help him when he moved in with Alicia & her parents & could continue to do his job as a guardian. This post was edited by sylviatexas on Wed, Aug 27, 14 at 16:12

Yep - there's a bunch of truth there! I used to teach with a woman (I started to say a lady...) that I thought I liked. Then I found out that every kid in every drivethrough window in town had been a sacrifical lamb to this woman. She was a real terror with people in restaurants, fastfood places, etc. Totally lost any respect that I had had for her. Part of it was because all three of our kids had worked fastfood and I KNEW how hard they worked. Man! Did I get off on a tangent!!? LOL