Posted on 10/20/2017 9:06:55 AM PDT by BeadCounter
I would never let another person put a pet down for me.
I have to do it.
Naw, man. It's hard news. Like all the vanities of poster's ideas that the Vegas shooting was a conspiracy of aliens from another galaxy. Or the Breaking News about the silence of an empty bucket.
Knock yerself out.
My last Dog was riddled with Cancer, and I promised him I wouldn’t put him through any pain. He was a rescued from a kill list 15 years earlier. I watched him go and bid him farewell. Miss him all the time.
They kept the collar but weren't concerned if he was dumped in the garbage.
Yeah, I don’t get it.
I’ve got Grainger’s ashes in my living room. He’s right next to my Grandma.
He is held in very high esteem.
I can only assume that this dog was nothing more than furniture to these people.
“I had to have a favorite cat put down, but couldn’t stand to take him in and so had a mobile vet come and do it. Heartbreaking, but still much easier. Though even thinking about it is still painful.”
In 2013, we took my favorite cat, who was experiencing violent seizures, to be put down. I couldn’t handle being there, so waited outside. And, like you, thinking about it is still painful and I still cry. The sweetest kitty.
Totally agree.
I feel very sad for this poor dog.
To Hell with the owners ;/
Friends of mine have a mini pinscher. About 2-3 times
a year I drive over 300 miles to visit them and hang
around the Central Coast for a weekend. For the past
5 years every visit I expect to learn that ‘Lua’ has
moved on to the big doggie park beyond. But there she
is, now 19 years old in human years. I don’t recall
how many litters she has dropped but my friends tell
me she had 28 pups during her reproductive years. She
wears a doggie diaper while inside and is completely
deaf. The little dog is so well taken care of that I
volunteered to take her place if I happen to outlive
her. I think I can get used to the diaper thing....
I hear ya. Our beloved 17 year old Beagle Buddy died with our arms around him. Same deal with our 20 year old cat. Its tough but its your responsibility to make that decision for them and be there to make sure they pass peacefully.
It happened in China.
Lili, an 18-year-old teenager, found out she was pregnant, and kept the baby a secret until she was 35 weeks along. At that point, her brother took her for an abortion, performed by midwife Liang Xiaohua. Lili was told that the abortion was successful, and she paid a fee for the disposal of her baby’s remains. But Liang, the midwife, thought Lili’s baby could survive, and when she heard the baby crying, she took the baby out of the plastic bag and hid the baby in a cupboard after providing the child with oxygen and water.
She then sold the baby to her cousin, but it only took a matter of days for villagers to become suspicious. Police were notified, and three days after the abortion, Lili was notified that her child had survived, and was still alive. Midwife Liang Xiaohua was arrested and charged with child abduction.
I had to let go of my dog, Sam at the end of June.
He was a month and a bit shy of his 16th birthday.
I’m 66, he was with me nearly a quarter of my life.
I was a delivery/courier and every day he would come to work with me.
We spent summers canoeing the wilderness and crossed the country from Atlantic to Pacific.
I had moved in March and bought a rural property.
He had by that time become incontinent.
I had hoped to give him a good spring/summer/fall where he could lay outside enjoying the sun
and breeze and pee/poop wherever and whenever he wanted.
I hoped he could make it to winter when it would likely be time to let him go,
but his health began to fail in June to the point where I could no longer justify keeping him.
My daughter and her husband made the trip out to see him once more and help me.
On the way into the city and the vets, we stopped at Dairy Queen to give him a last ice cream.
In the past, he would have wolfed it down but now it was all he could do to enjoy a few licks.
I was unfamiliar with the animal hospital but they were very kind.
They had a special room with a couch, chairs, and rug set up like a living rug.
It was so much better than some sterile stainless steel examining room.
I think sometimes the Good Lord reaches out and does something special
to let you know you’re doing the right thing and in the right place.
In this case for me, it was the two young female vet assistants
that came into the room to help prep my dog...and me, my daughter and SiL for the vet.
These two young ladies were both named ‘Sam’...I mean what are the odds of that happening??
Eventually, the vet came and it was time.
I lay on the floor holding Sam in my arms and as the vet began to administer the shot,
I sang softly to him one of the silly songs I use to make up as I traveled the country with him.
Happy puppy, Sam’s a happy puppy
He jumps and plays and licks my chin
I gotta laugh when I see him grin
Happy puppy, Sam’s a happy puppy
...a happy puppy...
and that wail was in me too and I struggled to keep it inside...just as I’m doing now.
Must say the photo of Sam and the pig got a big laugh out of me.
Beats the story of the dog who died of a broken heart
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2017/11/17/dog-dies-broken-heart-dumped-airport-owner/amp/
Kim Jung Ill berry mad!!!
Dog on sticks for all!!
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