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To: Chickensoup

As the person or people who adopted this family member; it’s up to you to decide when the pup’s quality of life is gone much like when it’s time for us to go in into Hospice for end of life care and pain relief. We can do for our pets what we can’t do for our human loved ones.

You will know when it’s time. At least that has been my experience too many times.


5 posted on 12/23/2018 6:39:38 AM PST by Boomer (Leftists destroy everything they touch)
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To: Boomer

Problem when the family members are not on the same page.

Sentimentalism occurs.

I don’t adopt pets.

I adopt children

I buy pets.


12 posted on 12/23/2018 6:43:08 AM PST by Chickensoup (Leftists totalitarian fascists appear to be planning to eradicate conservatives)
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I agree with you Boomer, Chickensoup will know when it's time.

I had to make this decision this past May when I lost my Teddy. He was 14, suffering glaucoma (though managed well) and suddenly went into Kidney failure.

The Veterinarian saw my grief at the prospect of losing Teddy and suggested he could "go another 45-60 days on medication to manage his pain."

Teddy gave me so many good years, how could I be so selfish to make him go a few more days do avoid the inevitable? What kind of master would I be to him?! I couldn't do it. I had to love him enough to let him go.

At that point I made the necessary arrangements to do what was necessary. I took Teddy for a car ride, his favorite thing to do. He wouldn't even sit up to put his head out the window as he always did. He laid on the seat, nose up in the air as I had the windows down for him, and took in his last ride. I cried the entire time, me a (then) 55 year old man saying goodbye to his best friend.

We stopped to get something to eat together, and then I took him back to the Vet to ease his pain.

I laid there with him as the Vet put in the first, then second drugs that would send Teddy to the Rainbow Bridge. Once it was over, I spent some time with him continuing to pet him and tell him how much I loved him and would miss him.

His bed is still where it was that day. His ashes are on my fireplace mantle along with his picture, collar and leash. I miss him every day.

They're FAMILY. Unfortunately, we outlive them and we're the ones who have to make the decision for them. God gave us dominion over all the earth and with that comes the very responsibility we have for our canine companions.

That's how I see it and I hope this helps you.

73 posted on 12/23/2018 7:59:01 AM PST by usconservative (When The Ballot Box No Longer Counts, The Ammunition Box Does. (What's In Your Ammo Box?))
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