Nothing better than a vet who makes housecalls for this reason alone.
I can't watch movies or read about dogs dying. All the sobbing and blubbering is uncomfortable and, frankly, embarrassing.
I just wish she wouldn't laugh at me.
I have a cat with cancer. He had his most recent surgery a few months ago. I know this day is coming, but I keep hoping it won’t.
It has been around 4 years since he developed his first tumor.
I can't watch movies or read about dogs dying with my wife present. All the sobbing and.....ah, fergit it....I screwed up the original post and there's no fixing it.
I sure have been there . . (sniff)
To my best friends from the past - Matt Dillon, Otto, Blackie, Rusty, Brandy, Coco, and Mia - Be nice to Duke, he’s a good boy.
God bless Dukey and his owners and friends.
How ironic. I put my precious pup down 9 years to this day. I’ve been thinking about it all day, and yes, tears are streaming down right now.
I still miss you so much, Happy Dog. You also lost a front leg to cancer, but still insisted on coming backpacking with me in the north Ga. mountains. You were such a Trooper!!
And we are so fortunate to have a niece who wanted to leave her practice and come to your home to help see you off, because she also loved you.
One day, if I can be all you thought I was, we will be together again.
Oh, my...smeary screen alert...
Won’t be watching that. Lost my Yellow Lab, Miss Lucy, just a few months back and we (me and Rufus, the Basset Hound) are FAR from over it.
She had a great Last Day, as well. My Vet is wonderful, and has helped me through this 3x now with two Black Labs (Cinder and Murphy) prior to Lucy’s passing. Sedative, lots of hugs and tears, then the shot to stop the heart.
Wish I could’ve helped my StepMom out of this world in such a HUMANE manner. *SIGH*
Our Golden Retriever of 14 years, Casey was napping on the floor in our living room. Our sons were both visiting here at the time; they and I were watching a game on TV (I don’t even recall what sport) and Mrs. JimRed was reading.
Casey suddenly gave a yelp and came halfway up from prone, then collapsed, trembling. Her eyes were rolled back and her breathing was labored. The boys and I jumped to her side, trying to comfort her and see what was wrong, but she was unresponsive. Within a couple of minutes she stopped breathing. Probably a massive stroke.
She died surrounded by those who loved her, quickly. I can think of worse ways to go. She’s buried in our side yard, pushing up flowers.
Still miss her.
We just lost our Golden last week. Ironically his name was Duke. He was the most gentle, kindest loving dog I have ever owned or been around. I couldn’t make it to the third slide. Maybe one day, but not today.
snif - snif
I’m still not over my 15 year old standard poodle, Jazz, who I had to put down on Christmas Eve 2010. Jazz was spectacular to see - she had beat over 1300 other dogs at a show with the owner who had her before I got her at the age of 4.
Now I have another standard poodle because I figured being dogless would just make it worse. New dog is Paris and she is sweet, adorable and loving. Totally different personality from Jazz - who could be quite sneaky - especially in pursuit of food. Oh how I love her still.
I figure dogs are God’s special gift to us - I just wish they lived longer.
That was a tough read.
That was a tough read.
I don’t know anything about how bad off he was, but if he could enjoy life, and eat, and still get around, and seem to manage the pain, I’d have let him have more time.
Everybody needs to know but I take my cues from them. It didn’t seem like he was giving off the “I’m ready to go now” vibes. Some may wish to avoid getting to this point, but they need to admit it’s because THEY can’t deal with getting to that point, not that the animal can’t.
Sweet dog. I now have a three legger since five weeks ago.
Well.
Now I’m sitting here bawling in the AutoZone parking lot.
I read this earlier and was reduced to a sobbing mass.
I had to put down my old black lab last June. He was the last of my “elderly pack”. I had no idea that his passing would affect me so strongly. He wasn’t the first I had to put down in my life. Far from it.
I was so blessed to find a vet that would come to me. My regular vet wouldn’t come...and I have spent a boat load of money with him. I couldn’t load him and he couldn’t get in the truck himself.
Oddly, I haven’t been in a rush to get another dog. (I have NEVER been dogless) Maybe Jesse just had too big of an impact. Or maybe I’m just waiting for some little beggar to find me...which is what usually happens.
Why do you folks do this to me, can’t hardly even see the keyboard.
My old Jack (also a Black Lab/Newfoundland) is really getting up there in age (19), can’t hardly walk any more but he isn’t in any pain.
I know it will happen in a year or so, and I can’t hardly bear it. I’ll take him down to the creek tomorrow and we will go swimming, it’s easier on his hips and he loves it.
I will miss him so much when he has to go, but between now and then I will love him with all I got.