Posted on 02/03/2016 11:23:53 AM PST by Jarhead9297
With the elections running full bore and FReepers going back and forth in heated debates (including myself) supporting their cantidates, in the blink of an eye you are quickly reminded how little this stuff can be.
Today I had to put down my Molly (my first time having to do this). Molly came to me 8 years ago from a former fiancé
Today I had to put down my Molly (my first time having to do this). Molly came to me 8 years ago from a former fiancé. She was an American Foxhound. Early on in our relationship my girlfriend at the time was afraid having any male over to her apartment. Molly was a rescued dog at one years old who she in turn picked up and had had for 8 years. Molly according to her would bite any man on sight. After a year of dating I implored her to let come over. Upon walking into her apartment Molly had her eyes fixed on me. I immediately laid on the ground flat palms down. She crawled on her belly to me and began licking my hand. We were now matched.
I discovered Molly was a very anxious dog. The tiny apartment she lived in kept her anxious. She began ripping on her carpet and door knobs while we were out. To change this behavior I asked if I could take her into my house where she could see out many windows and was quite roomy. The rest is history. Upon our split, my fiancée thought it best if Molly remained with me. Not that she thought Molly was a burden, just that she discovered Molly was happier in the setting I provided.
Last night I came home from work and Molly (now 15) did not move from the couch to provide me my daily greeting, she did not wish to go out not had she eaten for 3 days. I knew what I had to do but my heart was in full battle with my mind. This morning we woke up, I took her to the car and she got excited thinking this was a car ride! I was now torn. I drive the hard journey to the expected outcome. I sat in that parking lot loving her, cuddling her and a blubbering mess. Me a big former Marine, what the hell had come over me? After an hour and a half I decided the inevitable had come.
After consultation with the vet who provided me with services such as blood work, X-rays , ruined tests I was now even more confused than ever. What if I am mistaken? What am I doing sending this dog who trusted me, who lived me unconditionally to her death? After spending more private time with her I decided we go forward with putting her to rest. The process was extremely peaceful yet very hard to take. After saying my goodbyes I donated to the farm where they spread animal ashes and shall take my 2 daughters there to say goodbye. After hopping into my jeep the last physical reminder I have is her leash which I will carry with me and after a certain amount of mourning to the next dog.
Life is too short sometimes and I am reminded of how precious it is. It is times like this where politics are sometimes small in comparison to the live one has for Mans best friend.
Kind regards FReepers
I’m so sorry.
RIP, Molly. Good girl.
So sorry for your loss, we had to put down our Flashy, Austrailian sheperd.
I am very sorry for your loss. Our furry family members can break our hearts and make it so hard to say good-bye.
We’ve had to send off four in the past six years.
I am very sorry for your loss.
I lost Amber, my golden retriever last year after 11 1/2 years. She had a large tumor in her chest that was inoperable by the time it was discovered.
I got another golden about 6 weeks later and it helped, but I still miss Amber.
It so sucks to lose a furry buddy. I lost a Yorkie to a coyote and cried my eyes out. Last year we had to put Bubbie, or Springer down at 13 years old due to similar issues as Molly had :-(
All dogs go to heaven because they are good people.
Sorry about your sweet Molly! I adopted mine from a rescue shelter when he was 12. He’s 16 1/2 now and I fear the day when our time comes. Prayers to you and your family...
I share your pain.
You did the right thing for Molly. I’ve had to make that decision more than once and awful as it is, that small still voice inside lets you know in uncertain terms that it is time.
Your post is full of memories. Those are the gifts we are given until we meet our loved ones, be they human, feline or canine, again.
Sorry about that jar. I know the feeling... I had to put down Mr Fred Monday. He was a good ole boy.
I am sorry for your loss. Our pets are very much our family and it’s so hard when you have to say goodbye.
My thoughts and prayers are with you FRiend. May God grant you comfort and peace in this difficult time.
And you are right, this political stuff is small potatoes compared to real life.
My condolences. Be consoled by the thought that you did right by your furry friend.
Always a hard choice but a loving owner knows when it is time. Politics is about the future, now never leaves. Be well.
This Subaru Impreza Commercial Featuring Willie Nelson and a Dog Will Make You Cry
It’s always tough and never gets easier... Every time I’ve wondered if it was too soon, or too late.
Coyotes are ‘shoot-on-site’ around here. I have people lease my land for all sorts of hunting and I tell them I give $50 for every coyote harvested off my land and they can keep the body.
i’m gonna go hug my cat.
sorry man
Rest in peace, Molly. Hard, hard to do. Sympathies.
I’m very sorry for your loss - having gone thru it I know how you feel.
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