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2013-01-14 10:15:50 AM

MayoSlather: I'm still wondering how I'm going to find the courage to have her put to sleep when she can't move around at all


By keeping in mind that people who force their animals to live in pain for their own selfish wants are disgusting cowards.
 
2013-01-14 10:43:00 AM
"A dog does not live as long as a man and this natural law is the fount of many tears. If boy and puppy might grow to manhood and doghood together, and together grow old, and so in due course die, full many a heartache might be avoided. But the world is not so ordered, and dogs will die and men will weep for them so long as there are dogs and men."
 
2013-01-14 10:53:59 AM

Precision Boobery: MayoSlather: I'm still wondering how I'm going to find the courage to have her put to sleep when she can't move around at all

By keeping in mind that people who force their animals to live in pain for their own selfish wants are disgusting cowards.


Yeah, she's not in pain, just weak. She's alert and still enjoys a good bone, but if she was in pain I'd certainly do what was best for her.
 
2013-01-14 11:01:30 AM

MayoSlather: Precision Boobery: MayoSlather: I'm still wondering how I'm going to find the courage to have her put to sleep when she can't move around at all

By keeping in mind that people who force their animals to live in pain for their own selfish wants are disgusting cowards.

Yeah, she's not in pain, just weak. She's alert and still enjoys a good bone, but if she was in pain I'd certainly do what was best for her.


When my first dog started to show the symptoms of liver disease, I worried about this too. I didn't want him to suffer, and I didn't want to put him down too soon. His appetite dwindled, and the maintenance care ceased to be effective. Yet, he held out for a week or so, enjoying slow walks, and looking at me with a glint in his eyes. Then one morning, I woke up and he looked at me, and I knew. Somehow the vet understood what I was saying through the sobbing, and we got in later that day.

You'll know when it's time. It's a terrible thing, but you'll know. I'm sure you're keeping her happy, and that's all she wants.
 
2013-01-14 11:23:45 AM
Got to go hug my dog now.
 
2013-01-14 11:30:48 AM
We lost our two dogs withing about year of each other, one was 17 and the other 14. Both were great pooches and for awhile we thought we saw them wandering around the house. Got two puppies last spring, they and now 10 months old, one is over 60 lbs and the other is probably still under 40 lbs, hard to believe they are litter mates. While we have bonded with them my kids really have bonded. Dogs are great.
 
2013-01-14 11:40:00 AM
I got to be there when my mom decided it was time for my childhood dog to go. It was the most gut-wrenching day of my life, but I wouldn't have wanted to not be there. Goddamnit, now I'm crying.

Have my own place now, and there are two little yappy dogs begging to go out.
 
2013-01-14 11:46:13 AM
I wrote this about a week prior to having our dog put down 12 years ago this week. It's not particularly cool, but it's the story, bro:

"A dog is a time machine, going always into the past.

For a dog of any age, the time is always now. They are creatures of impulse and pleasure and only occasionally show evidence that they recall the past, or can anticipate the future. The past is certainly not a place a dog can be expected to linger.

People, particularly those who own dogs, are not so blessed. We remember the dog's entire life, from squirming puppyhood through to a long and vigorous noontime, to today: the midwinter coda.

It was 4:30 in the morning when I finally convinced my wife that Jake's time had come. At 14 and a half years old, our English bull terrier had lost most of his hearing, half of his sight, and a lot of his once-impressive muscle. He would whine at night, whether from arthritic aches or from the sheer boredom of his narrowed world, we couldn't say. His rear legs were failing, and he would stagger crablike across the floor to lean heavily on our legs. He couldn't propel himself up the stairs anymore, and we didn't dare take the chance that his midnight whimpering wasn't the call of nature. It hadn't gotten to that point yet, but...

The irony of the situation is that my wife is more or less the Angel of Death. As part of her work as a wildlife rehabilitator, she passes final judgements on injured raccoons, squirrels and birds every day. Save what you can, but be realistic about the chances for a full recovery, is her working hypothesis. Frequently, that means a needle full of barbituates.

Yet with Jake, she's been reluctant to let go. We've been playing since the late fall the game of "just one more week" and "well, he's not getting worse". Unfortunately, he is, and remembering him as I do, as he was, makes things harder. This dear companion entered my life as a single, unemployed man of 25. Now I am pushing 40 and run my own business. Last week, my wife and I learned we are expecting our first child.

Perhaps that's it. The affection she couldn't lavish at her work-you don't do triage on wild animals without an incredible empathy for them-has been played out at home. Jake and his engaging personality have been a constant in our relationship for the past seven years. Now the stars are shifting in our sky, and the dog cannot join us.

We still see flashes of the young dog in the old; it is impossible to know what, if anything, the dog thinks of himself, but my impression is that he still believes he's young and strong, if perhaps a little under the weather. After all, his human companions don't look much different. Why should he? A dog's perception of time isn't ours, however. The compass of a dog's life is usually entirely within our own. For better or worse, we are his world. We can expect to live five, perhaps six times his span, and yet these have been rich years. It has been a good run.

That is what I said to my wife at 4:30 in the morning, with the dog unsuccessfully trying to get comfortable at the end of the bed: He's had a good run. And I believe it, too. I also believe I could extend it by a few months, but we've crossed that line between what we know are the dog's best interests and our own ultimately self-serving desires to have the old bugger around a little longer. His appetite's still good, he's still for the most part making it to the backyard for his necessaries. Something shifted this weekend, though: perhaps through my fear of his absence I am hearing the pain he's been in; perhaps through my tears, I am seeing how difficult it's becoming for him to walk, and how he hasn't barked in months.

Knowing that this is the last and probably best favour I could do for him, knowing that this is the duty of stewardship of our animal companions doesn't make this easier. Strangely, the dogs of my friends have been going lately; it's symptomatic of our own years that the sidekicks of bachelorhood are fading on the cusp of middle age. Now the dog I bought in part to teach me to come home regularly is departing on the eve of my fatherhood. Thanks for the lessons, boy.

This week, or the next, my wife and I will make that final journey with Jake. I will do what I must, but I don't think I'll get another dog. Maybe in ten years. That will perhaps feel right, and the memories of the last 14 years will be, no doubt, less sharp, less painful then they are this morning. For the memory of a dog is a time machine, going always into the past."
 
2013-01-14 12:20:53 PM
And now I'm sad.
 
2013-01-14 12:31:44 PM
At least he finally got better with the dog pics. Those first ones were horrible. The one of Cabal jumping through the snow was absolutely awesome, though! Finally got to see just what he looked like, and he's a hell of a dog. I can see the wolf. What a beautiful dog. Glad he could find a home.
 
2013-01-14 12:43:58 PM
Got this in email yesterday, seems appropriate:

A Dog's purpose - from a 4 year old

Being a veterinarian, I was called to examine a ten year old Irish wolfhound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife Lisa and their little boy, Shane, were all very attached to Belker and they were hoping for a miracle.

I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn't do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.

As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for the four-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.

The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker's family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a
few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away. The little boy seemed to accept Belker's transition without any difficulty or confusion.

We sat together for a while after Belker's death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives.

Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, "I know why."

Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I'd never heard a more comforting explanation.

He said, "People are born so they can learn how to live a good life -- like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?" The four-year-old continued, "Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long."

 
2013-01-14 12:44:21 PM
Last week on wednesday, We found a stray dog that was afraid, just like Neil's. We took him home, fed him and introduced him to our 3 dog pack. That night, our cat got hit by a car and died, and I had do bury him. He was a really good cat, who went for walks with all the dogs and played with them and us.

Yesterday, as much as we wanted to keep the dog, we had to turn him in to a no kill shelter. We just don't have the time to deal with 4 dogs.

I couldn't stop crying.

Now this.

goddam you subby.
 
2013-01-14 12:51:56 PM
Tucker has been gone 5 years, Beulah 3. Motley is a serious young man of 2 years old.

Every dog I've ever had the privilege to live with has been awesome. When I lose one it takes about a year for me to recover to the point of inviting the next one into my life. I can say with certainty I will always have a canine companion until I get so old I have to worry about them outliving ME.

As much as it hurts when we lose them, I think their short lifespans are there to remind us to appreciate the time we have, and be awesome while we have it.

PICs!

Beulah (white one) and Tucker:

i1251.photobucket.com


Motley:

i1251.photobucket.com

When I had to put Tucker down I went straight from the vet's to the liquor store, and drank the most expensive scotch I could afford. I killed half the bottle that night.

When Beulah went, I had my wife to lean on and commiserate with. So no drinking. Just lots of manly tears. I was blessed to be with both of them when they left this world. They both made it to their teens.

The thing that really broke me when Tucker was on the way out was, The vet, a seasoned old fellow, lost his shiat as we did what had to be done. I have a lot of respect for someone that can still get hurt in the feels after doing that job as long as he has.
 
2013-01-14 12:58:02 PM
We had to put our Dalmatian, Smudge, down last spring. On top of his normal hip displaysia symptoms(He was about 13), he was starting to develop kidney stones. A LOT of kidney stones, and big ones. He would go a few days without peeing, then it would open up like a firehose in the middle of the night. One day, a stone passed while we were at work, and I came home to find him miserable, guilty, and sitting on his dog pillow totally soaked. His hips hurt too badly for him for him to get up, and he thought he was in trouble. I took him to the vet, and they told me that if I spent about $700, they could get the stones to go away, but they would just come back. We couldn't hand;e the thought of him getting that miserable every 6 to 9 months, and then having to go through all of the other bullshiat.

I felt that rather than drag him out for another year or two, and have him continually miserable and often hurting, that it was time. He'd given us 12 of his 13 years, been an insanely qualified protector for my wife(He'd even follow her across the bedroom to lay down outside the bathroom door when she showered), my stepsons(He even growled at me the few times they did something bad enough to get spanked for), and my daughter(The only time he'd sleep somewhere other than our bedroom was when Shelby came along). He even watched out for me. I found out that when I would be in the basement on the computer and everyone else was asleep, instead of sleeping in my room with my wife, he would sleep in the living room where he could watch the stairways for both the bedrooms upstairs and the one to the basement. He also scared away someone who broke into our house one night when I was working and my wife was home with the boys.

You can't get that kind of loyalty from a cat. We were definitely "his" family. All from a pound puppy. A purebred Dalmatian that was too "rowdy" for other people, yet walked like a ballerina when little kids were around.
 
2013-01-14 01:03:36 PM

Wittenberg Dropout: Appropriate:


You are dead inside.
 
2013-01-14 01:05:55 PM
Damn... *sniffle*...
 
2013-01-14 01:17:50 PM
I'm just shocked that he didn't write this from the point of view of a young woman with mother issues.
 
2013-01-14 01:24:45 PM
Oh piss off!

I am so sick of these assholes who write shiat about their dead farking pets. Boo farking hooo. Know what my cat had to be put down back in November, the poor boy had pancreatic cancer. Did I whine about it on the internet? Fark no, I sucked it up, mourned my loss and moved on.

Shut up you attention seeking whores!
 
2013-01-14 01:32:42 PM
I knew better than to click that link at work. I knew better and I clicked it anyway. These dog threads always do me in and I click them anyway.

My Basset / Lab mix is almost 14 - I'm spoiling her like hell since I don't know how much longer she'll be here.
 
2013-01-14 01:35:32 PM

sixfingers: This explains a lot, and is worth the read...

http://theoatmeal.com/comics/dog_paradox


OMG I hadn't seen that before. I love you for posting it
 
2013-01-14 01:50:22 PM

Slaves2Darkness: Oh piss off!

I am so sick of these assholes who write shiat about their dead farking pets. Boo farking hooo. Know what my cat had to be put down back in November, the poor boy had pancreatic cancer. Did I whine about it on the internet? Fark no, I sucked it up, mourned my loss and moved on.

Shut up you attention seeking whores!


A dog won't eat your corpse if you die on him.
A cat will.

Enjoy your karma.
 
2013-01-14 01:51:33 PM

Slaves2Darkness: Oh piss off!

I am so sick of these assholes who write shiat about their dead farking pets. Boo farking hooo. Know what my cat had to be put down back in November, the poor boy had pancreatic cancer. Did I whine about it on the internet? Fark no, I sucked it up, mourned my loss and moved on.

Shut up you attention seeking whores!


I bet you're a lot of fun at parties.
 
2013-01-14 02:22:27 PM
Last year I had to put my dog down a day after her 13th birthday, and a week after my grandma died. Even though it was hard watching my gram die, she was 89, and it was her time. My dog's death was the hardest death that I have ever had to grieve. I am still not fully over it. I had to put other animals down, but you knew it was their time, they couldn't really move, and the look in their eyes, you knew they wanted to die. Cats know when they want to die, they try to die alone in peace so you don't have to witness it. My dog on the hand, was still trying to fight, she was still walking, but the cancer spread throughout her body, and she couldn't keep anything down anymore. I think what also made it worse, was four years before her death, she was diagnosed with melanoma cancer, and they gave her 6 months to live. She surpassed that to the point we thought she somehow beat it, and would make it old age. When we had to put her down, one of my cats knew we did this, and she was my dog's best friend. They grew up together, slept together, played together. When my dog never came back from the vets, she got pissed at us, and ignored us for months, and grew depressed. She gained a lot of weight, and became a loner. She is finally just getting out of her depression, and lost the weight she put on. She kind of started to bond with me again, but you can still tell she misses her best friend. Dogs and cats when they bond with you, they bond with you for life, and will always be there for you under any circumstances.
 
2013-01-14 02:27:44 PM

Slaves2Darkness: Oh piss off!

I am so sick of these assholes who write shiat about their dead farking pets. Boo farking hooo. Know what my cat had to be put down back in November, the poor boy had pancreatic cancer. Did I whine about it on the internet? Fark no, I sucked it up, mourned my loss and moved on.

Shut up you attention seeking whores!


Lighten up francis.. Have a drink.

everydaydrinking.files.wordpress.com
 
2013-01-14 02:40:01 PM

Slaves2Darkness: Oh piss off!

I am so sick of these assholes who write shiat about their dead farking pets. Boo farking hooo. Know what my cat had to be put down back in November, the poor boy had pancreatic cancer. Did I whine about it on the internet? Fark no, I sucked it up, mourned my loss and moved on.

Shut up you attention seeking whores!


9/10, good one! The last line really pushes one to hit that reply button.
 
2013-01-14 03:01:25 PM

sovah: rikkards: rekraFlatoT: Lose a great dog? been there, done that and it sucked. And yet I will probably go there again. And again.


He's thick as a brick

Greyhounds usually are.... ;)
Mine's dense like depleted uranium, but I love that stinky hound.


I had a greyhound/doberman mix (he had the Greyhound build mostly, but had a lot of the Dobie markings). We lived in the country at the time, and someone dumped him out on the highway near the house, and he came up to join the rest of the mutts we had. Even for his mix, he was so skinny at first I named him Bones. Could have just as easily been Bonehead. One of the fastest dogs I ever knew. He met his end mysteriously, probably at the hands of a neighbor who didn't like us having a pooch who would regularly rough up his so-called "highly-trained guard dog".
 
2013-01-14 03:07:53 PM
My Tara is 13 years old. I'm dreading the day.

Great! Now I'm leaking.
 
2013-01-14 03:26:04 PM
My boxer Lucy died two years ago next month. At only 8, she was too young, even by boxer standards. But she had a growth on her spine (so thought the vet) that was affecting her mobility (in that she couldn't move), made her incontinent and was obviously in enormous amounts of pain.

I thought I'd have her for a much longer time, and I took her presence for granted. I miss her still. She loved my wife, she loved all three of my kids, but she loved me best, and that made letting her go especially hard, even though it was the right thing to do: like I was the one letting her down.

Here's my girl in happier times, taking a nap on the couch.

img713.imageshack.us
 
2013-01-14 04:50:44 PM

Slaves2Darkness: Oh piss off!

I am so sick of these assholes who write shiat about their dead farking pets. Boo farking hooo. Know what my cat had to be put down back in November, the poor boy had pancreatic cancer. Did I whine about it on the internet? Fark no, I sucked it up, mourned my loss and moved on.

Shut up you attention seeking whores!


Yeah well that makes sense. Cats are horrible and no one should give a shiat when one dies.
 
2013-01-14 04:54:51 PM
onceuponageek.com
 
2013-01-14 05:01:54 PM
:Slaves2Darkness: Oh piss off!

I am so sick of these assholes who write shiat about their dead farking pets. Boo farking hooo. Know what my cat had to be put down back in November, the poor boy had pancreatic cancer. Did I whine about it on the internet? Fark no, I sucked it up, mourned my loss and moved on.

Shut up you attention seeking whores!

Dunno if you're just trolling or not. Either way, welcome to my Ignore list.
 
2013-01-14 05:37:48 PM

Mikey1969: We had to put our Dalmatian, Smudge, down last spring. On top of his normal hip displaysia symptoms(He was about 13), he was starting to develop kidney stones. A LOT of kidney stones, and big ones. He would go a few days without peeing, then it would open up like a firehose in the middle of the night. One day, a stone passed while we were at work, and I came home to find him miserable, guilty, and sitting on his dog pillow totally soaked. His hips hurt too badly for him for him to get up, and he thought he was in trouble. I took him to the vet, and they told me that if I spent about $700, they could get the stones to go away, but they would just come back. We couldn't hand;e the thought of him getting that miserable every 6 to 9 months, and then having to go through all of the other bullshiat.

I felt that rather than drag him out for another year or two, and have him continually miserable and often hurting, that it was time. He'd given us 12 of his 13 years, been an insanely qualified protector for my wife(He'd even follow her across the bedroom to lay down outside the bathroom door when she showered), my stepsons(He even growled at me the few times they did something bad enough to get spanked for), and my daughter(The only time he'd sleep somewhere other than our bedroom was when Shelby came along). He even watched out for me. I found out that when I would be in the basement on the computer and everyone else was asleep, instead of sleeping in my room with my wife, he would sleep in the living room where he could watch the stairways for both the bedrooms upstairs and the one to the basement. He also scared away someone who broke into our house one night when I was working and my wife was home with the boys.

You can't get that kind of loyalty from a cat. We were definitely "his" family. All from a pound puppy. A purebred Dalmatian that was too "rowdy" for other people, yet walked like a ballerina when little kids were around.


It may be fairly rare, but it happens with cats.  I have two cats I have completely bonded with.  I'm their mom.  Most nights you will find one curled up on my lap and the other beside me.  If I get up and go to another room, first one, and then the other, will follow me and resume their positions.  And by the way they hate each other.  But they can be right next to each other, if it means being with me.
 
2013-01-14 07:42:17 PM
i182.photobucket.com

This is Kodiak. He was my first dog. I still remember picking him out of the litter and bringing him home.

He loved bananas, and would wake up if your cracked the stem of one...even from the other end of the house. He was a bit aggressive as a youngster, and gave my Mom a nasty bite and a scar on her hand. Later, he became a wonderful snuggler. He was always happiest when the whole family was together. He hated being left behind.

i182.photobucket.com

This is Grigori. He was my second rat. I got him from a friend who decided to breed her rat. Expecting a litter of 8-10, she ended up with 18.

He loved bananas, and would wake up if your cracked the stem of one...even from the other end of the house. He was a bit aggressive as a youngster, and gave my wife a nasty bite and a scar on her hand. Later, he became a wonderful snuggler. He was always happiest when the whole family was together. He hated being left behind.

I'm absolutely certain they shared a soul. They went the exactly the same patterns and had so many similar mannerism and expressions. I really hope he comes back to me again.

I love having rats. I just wish I got more than about 2 years with each of them.
 
2013-01-14 07:54:42 PM

swampgirl: Subby, you suck...but in the "geez, why did you have to make me cry" sort of way. It has been two years to the day since I lost my mutt. And even though there is a new mutt sleeping in the next room now, I will always cherish the bond I had with the previous one. And I still remember how lonely I was when he was gone.


It's been just about four years here. I still miss him even with two new dogs warming my feet.
 
2013-01-14 09:16:41 PM

dragonchild: ParagonComplex: No one can understand the unconditional love of a dog unless they have one themselves.

It's a pack animal.  To anyone with a sense of empathy, it's not hard to understand at all.  That's not to downplay the extent to which a human and a dog can bond, but it's one thing to gush eloquently about that bond (which Neil Gaiman did) and just being plain stupid about it, like you.


Ooooooh SNAP! You really got me. Bravo, bravo. Encore! Actually, phlebion, it has everything to do with the fact that humans are the reasons dogs exist to begin with. We're the ones that brought in the wolf cubs. raised them, and after thousands of years they became the dogs we know and love today. Humans and dogs have such a sacred bond, because deep down inside they know. They've been bred to love and protect humans since the early days of man. So, no, it is hard to understand unless you've experienced it yourself.
 
2013-01-15 12:06:17 AM
We had a big black shepherd named Merlin when I was a teen. He ended up developing leukemia when he was about 8. Couldn't hold anything down, was always tired. My dad finally took him in to be put down. I had already moved away to my current city by that time. I was on the bus, pregnant, and very hormonal when my dad called me to tell me. I don't think I've ever cried in public before that, and that was probably the most I ever will.

I look after my mom's dog while she works. I let him out, clean up after him, walk him, the usual stuff, but he's not mine. He is so damn excited to see me. Doesn't matter if it's only been an hour, or a week. He jumps really high, spins around, barks like mad and wants to lick you all the time. He thinks he's a lapdog, and will even lay across my stomach in bed. I think his passing may just break my heart when it finally happens.
 
2013-01-15 01:14:38 AM
Doe not measure your time here on Earth by months and years. Measure it by how many pets you have loved and cherished.
 
2013-01-15 01:37:39 AM

ParagonComplex: Actually, phlebion,


that doesn't make you sound as smart as you think it does.
 
2013-01-15 03:25:29 AM
For once, Neil Gaiman and I are on the same page. Four years, and it still hurts.
 
2013-01-15 11:51:16 AM
It will be three years this July 12th I lost my best buddy, Mr. Boo. He made it to 13 and for a big dog that's not bad. But it's still far too early. I miss him. Each and every day.
 
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