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2013-01-13 09:08:10 PM  
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.
 
2013-01-13 09:13:26 PM  
I have no idea who that guy is I wasn't going to read that.

I read it anyway.

I don't have an assistant I can call to call ahead to the humane society for me.
I don't have 19 acres or a place with a conservatory.

I do have great memories of my dog.

It sucks to lose a friend even if you do have a staff and a conservatory.
 
2013-01-13 09:38:12 PM  
Goddamnyousomuch, subby

/and I'm a cat person
 
2013-01-13 09:42:20 PM  
Not the first time Neil Gaiman's writing has made me tear up, worse now because this isn't fiction. Dammit, now I'm thinking about pets who are no longer with me. Better go and say hi to the ones that are still here.
 
2013-01-13 11:14:38 PM  
Such a familiar, terrible pain. :(
 
2013-01-13 11:51:52 PM  
This story is getting me one step closer to getting a dog. I've thought about in the past but used to be gone alot... now I mostly work from home, and having lived alone for the past six years I've probably learned to be too independent. That's not sympathy-baiting; I'm saying I could see myself five years from now thinking that dog (that I don't yet have) changed my life.

Not something I'm going to get into lightly but... thinking about it.
 
2013-01-14 12:06:42 AM  
I'm just here to say subby sucks for using the "dusty" meme.
 
2013-01-14 12:16:29 AM  

feckingmorons: I have no idea who that guy is I wasn't going to read that.


You really should.  He's a treasure.  Sorry about your loss, dear man.
 
2013-01-14 12:58:29 AM  

Frank N Stein: I'm just here to say subby sucks for using the "dusty" meme.


It automatically makes me ignore the article and sends me into a thread to show everyone what Dusty in here may look like.

www.prowrestlingarchives.com
 
2013-01-14 01:00:33 AM  
My cat died a couple of months ago. Now I have to go cry.
 
2013-01-14 01:01:39 AM  
Also, I choose to believe this writing from Gaiman is as overrated as hipster comic geeks have made Sandman.
 
2013-01-14 02:04:14 AM  

FirstNationalBastard: Also, I choose to believe this writing from Gaiman is as overrated as hipster comic geeks have made Sandman.


Yeah, sometimes acting like an internet tough guy helps mask the sorrow.
 
2013-01-14 02:23:25 AM  
Makes me think of Candy, the Cocker Spaniel that I had as a kid. And she died 40 years ago.
 
2013-01-14 02:23:51 AM  
It hurts now because your pooch held a dear part in your heart. It was a gift. Treasure it.

Be well Mr Gaiman.
 
2013-01-14 02:26:24 AM  
My dog was asleep when we had to put her down. I still regret that I didn't get a chance to say goodbye, four years later.
 
2013-01-14 03:05:33 AM  
The thing that got me about this post was the obvious distress that he couldn't be there to say goodbye. I could easily put myself in his shoes, as I haven been a few times when my pets died. If only I had been there to give a hug, to soothe with my voice, perhaps the very scary things that were happening to the animal might not feel so bad. The death of a beloved pet is never going to be easy on you, but if your presence could have made it even the smallest bit better on them it hurts so badly that you couldn't give them that tiny bit of comfort.
 
2013-01-14 03:09:59 AM  
Oh great, another wailing melodramatic sob story designed to jerk us around by our emotions.
 
2013-01-14 03:17:23 AM  

feckingmorons: I have no idea who that guy is...


Start here. (And yes, the audiobook is worth the price.)
 
2013-01-14 03:24:23 AM  
From the post: "I'd never had a dog. I don't think he'd ever had a person. And we bonded. Over the next six years, we both changed and we both grew." Such a beautiful line and so true.

My dog saved me after my mother died. She died in June, and I got him in December. I knew I was getting him before then. My cousin breeds dogs, and she bred a liter of puppies especially for me. He is a yorkiepoo. The runt of the litter. Chibi was the size of his head when I first got him, and now he has giraffe legs and weighs more than both of his parents combined. He's a genetic freak, but he's my genetic freak.

No one can understand the unconditional love of a dog unless they have one themselves. Chibi would lick the tears from my eyes and give me a puppy hug when I was missing my Mama. He'd be there to make me laugh or smile on days when I thought such a thing impossible. He brings such joy to my life that I find myself making up songs to sing to him. I cannot sing worth a damn, but he doesn't mind. His little tail wags with delight.

Sorry for the loss, Neil, but I have the best dog in the universe.
 
2013-01-14 03:44:15 AM  

Begoggle: FirstNationalBastard: Also, I choose to believe this writing from Gaiman is as overrated as hipster comic geeks have made Sandman.

Yeah, sometimes acting like an internet tough guy helps mask the sorrow.


Has "internet tough guy", like troll before it, now come to mean "someone who disagrees with me and dares to say so"?

And if you really want to biatch about acting like a tough guy, why not complain about the whole " dusty onions are making my vagina weep" meme, since it stems directly from macho tough guy bullshiat?
 
2013-01-14 03:59:06 AM  
A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself.
If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.

Pretty much sums up dogs. There is something that a dog provides an owner that nothing else can replace.


My dog is a dick a lot of the time and is now reaching the old grouchy dog phase where he is more content to not have someone disturbing his sleep. That does not stop him from being excited to see me when I get home, or prevent him from checking up on me from time to time if he has not seen me in a while, or sleeping next to me when I am sick.


It's my dog, I've found my dog!
 
2013-01-14 04:07:41 AM  
Curse you Subby for that...

*sniff*

The love of a dog is so unconditional. I wish more people could be like that.
 
2013-01-14 04:31:46 AM  
Appropriate:
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2013-01-14 04:38:16 AM  

digidorm: This story is getting me one step closer to getting a dog. I've thought about in the past but used to be gone alot... now I mostly work from home, and having lived alone for the past six years I've probably learned to be too independent. That's not sympathy-baiting; I'm saying I could see myself five years from now thinking that dog (that I don't yet have) changed my life.

Not something I'm going to get into lightly but... thinking about it.


Just remember, dogs poop. You must pick it up. They also sometimes destroy things when left alone too much(luckily mine don't). Their alot like a 2 year old that never grows up.
That being said, they are great to have.
 
2013-01-14 04:49:16 AM  

Wrencher: Just remember, dogs poop. You must pick it up

.

Forgot to mention I grew up with a dog so I'm familiar with the logistics of care and feeding... I just haven't had a dog of my own in my adult life. (And I'm not a cat person.)
 
2013-01-14 05:07:10 AM  
Lose a great dog? been there, done that and it sucked. And yet I will probably go there again. And again.
 
2013-01-14 05:17:13 AM  
The dog stories get me every time.

During my life, my family has had 8 dogs (I've had none myself, cause I'm honest enough with myself to know I'm not responsible enough to own a houseplant, much less something that needs to be fed and walked on a regular schedule). I grew up with them and live close enough to visit them regularly. They're like family, if family never argued with you, was always happy to see you, and was overjoyed to spend every waking minute with you with no thought towards their own needs or wants at all. I've yet to find a single living person as trusting, loyal, and loving.

I've yet to meet a well treated dog that was anything but wonderful in pretty much every way. I think that dog stories always get me even though people stories don't because, even if I don't know the dog, I kind of do.
 
2013-01-14 06:07:46 AM  

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


As some here know we lost a greyhound in May in a whirlwind two weeks of agony and a lot of money (would do it again). 2 months later we got Jeep another rescue greyhound.
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Some people thought it was too soon as we hadn't got over the loss of Dasher, I disagreed. We knew there was another dog waiting for a new home and that we could continue to mourn Dasher while helping this new dog out and if anything he has helped us cope.

He's thick as a brick (and heavy too at 80 lbs) but he is the sweetest most loving dog. We think his sister likes him except when he steps on her head or whacks her with his tail.

P.S My wife did grief counseling for several years and pretty much the Rainbow bridge poem is like telling people that their deceased love ones "are in a better place" which I guess is a no-no. Although meant well, it essentially states their loved one is better off not being with them while dismissing their feelings. Safest thing is to say you are sorry for their loss and let them talk. Don't try to make them feel better.
 
2013-01-14 06:23:54 AM  
I shouldn't have read that.

:(
 
2013-01-14 06:25:11 AM  

digidorm: Wrencher: Just remember, dogs poop. You must pick it up.

Forgot to mention I grew up with a dog so I'm familiar with the logistics of care and feeding... I just haven't had a dog of my own in my adult life. (And I'm not a cat person.)


I have a 100 lb Pitpuppy. There are significant "LOGiStics".
 
2013-01-14 06:31:01 AM  
I made it until I thought I was all cried out, and then I heard that Lola had taken his collar from the counter top and slept with it all night, and I cried again.

GODDAMMIT! *sniffle*
 
2013-01-14 07:08:03 AM  

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.
 
2013-01-14 07:15:54 AM  
This explains a lot, and is worth the read...

http://theoatmeal.com/comics/dog_paradox
 
2013-01-14 08:02:19 AM  

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.
 
2013-01-14 08:04:37 AM  
We lost our dog this summer. She died in my arms, gasping for breath and turning blue. Then two weeks ago, we lost our cat - she died convulsing and gasping in front of us. So I'm getting a kick (in the gut) from this blog.

My dad's dog died a few years ago. He said it hurt more than when his mother died, and he almost committed suicide over it.

Unlike people, dogs just love you. They don't hurt you, betray you, or reject you like family and friends often do. They just love love love. It's unique.

Dogs should live forever.
 
2013-01-14 08:05:45 AM  
I just found out my dog has a particularly nasty form of cancer. You always know the clock is ticking, but now I can hear it much more loudly. And no, twelve years is not enough.

I'll be saving this and coming back to it. I think I'll need the reminder of how others deal with this sort of thing. Hard to read it, but glad to find it.
 
2013-01-14 08:13:39 AM  

100 Watt Walrus: feckingmorons: I have no idea who that guy is...

Start here. (And yes, the audiobook is worth the price.)


Why not American Gods? shiat, read the Graveyard Book to your kids.
 
2013-01-14 08:25:10 AM  
My dog only has a few months left in her. She's rapidly losing muscle mass, falls down on walks, can't make it up and down stairs anymore, and she just doesn't move much all day unless there is something interesting to sniff. 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, and how I will cope with the empty feeling when I come home without her there. Will be a sad day indeed.
 
2013-01-14 08:35:52 AM  
Fark. Fark, fark, fark.

Thats No Moose: I shouldn't have read that.

:(


Th..th...sniffle...this
 
2013-01-14 08:47:47 AM  
"things are dusty" headlines sucks even more than "wait, what?" headlines.
 
2013-01-14 08:52:17 AM  
If you get a pet it is likely it will die before you do. If you don't want to deal with that, don't get a pet.
 
2013-01-14 08:54:45 AM  

FirstNationalBastard: Begoggle: FirstNationalBastard: Also, I choose to believe this writing from Gaiman is as overrated as hipster comic geeks have made Sandman.

Yeah, sometimes acting like an internet tough guy helps mask the sorrow.

Has "internet tough guy", like troll before it, now come to mean "someone who disagrees with me and dares to say so"?

And if you really want to biatch about acting like a tough guy, why not complain about the whole " dusty onions are making my vagina weep" meme, since it stems directly from macho tough guy bullshiat?


Much like "hipster" has come to mean "someone who likes something I don't like."
 
2013-01-14 08:56:01 AM  
I like niel's books, but why is his dog passing newsworthy?
 
2013-01-14 09:00:09 AM  
I began reading American Gods last night. I now do not know if I will be able to continue.
 
2013-01-14 09:11:56 AM  

Dr. Goldshnoz: I like niel's books, but why is his dog passing newsworthy?


static.neatoshop.com
 
2013-01-14 09:26:41 AM  
I rotate pets. When the dogs dies, I get a cat, when it dies, I get a dog.
Dogs, by far are your friends.
Cats, are a maintenance pet. But, they kill mice.
So do dogs, if you train them.
My last dog lasted 8 1/2 years. Was like a loyal puppy until the last 6 days.
Best friend, ever.
 
2013-01-14 09:34:51 AM  

digidorm: This story is getting me one step closer to getting a dog. I've thought about in the past but used to be gone alot... now I mostly work from home, and having lived alone for the past six years I've probably learned to be too independent. That's not sympathy-baiting; I'm saying I could see myself five years from now thinking that dog (that I don't yet have) changed my life.

Not something I'm going to get into lightly but... thinking about it.


I was basically forced into getting a dog by my X wife. I hated the entire concept of having a pet in my house, especially a dog. Now the X is remarried and I have a dog sitting at my feet while I work.

I don't know when the transformation happened but at some point in the first year I became a dog person. She got loose once and got hit by a car and I thought I was going to die but luckily she just had some scraped skin on her back leg and was fine. That night when she was at the vet was probably one of the worst of my life.

I don't even want to think about her getting old and I'm seriously considering cloning her. I don't know if it's really a life changer but when I'm on the road I look forward to seeing her and watching her whine and dance in happiness at seeing me again. It's always nice being greeted by someone that really really really missed you.
 
2013-01-14 10:01:51 AM  
Some years ago, I had a relatively minor accident getting off the expressway.  It wasn't serious, but it was enough to make the car undrivable for the time being.  So a tow truck took me to some little, awful car service place.  It was very strange (rural Indiana so that figures)--both a business and a home.  The business part was up front, concrete floor, horrible harsh halogen lighting, grime and dust everywhere, everything you expect in some out of the way car service place.  Then through a big opening you could see...a living room.  Very weird.  Very awful.

To complete the picture, there was a dog chained to a dog house outside, howling and howling, no doubt to keep himself warm.  It was *very* cold that day, a high in the low 20s and a howling wind.  I'm willing to bet that dog spent every minute of every day chained to that dog house, and apart from somebody giving him food and water, and cleaning up his poop once in a while, he got zero attention from anybody.

He's long dead by now--this happened at least 15 years ago--and probably died an early death, miserable, lonely, and cold.

Then I thought of the dusty, grimy "office" with the "living room" behind it, and I'm not so sure the people were much better off.

Yay humanity.
 
2013-01-14 10:06:38 AM  
Such a lovely tribute, and description of the raw, terrible, and all-too-familiar pain. It's hard to explain to non-dog types, but it's a unique relationship, and it's pretty great. It's also tempered by the fact that you will likely outlive them. It sucks, it hurts, but I can't imagine having a house without a dog around.
 
2013-01-14 10:13:38 AM  
Commando the Wonder Dog:

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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:

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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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