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2013-03-04 01:00:33 PM
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2013-03-04 01:05:43 PM
Whenever someone said they were going to "put down" a cat I would envision them with a sneer on their face pointing at the cat saying stuff like, "You're a worthless, no-good, meowing little turd! The best part of you ran down your momma's ass and ended up as a stain in the alley!"
 
M-G
2013-03-04 01:07:43 PM
I've found my vet's office can get very dusty....
 
2013-03-04 01:07:45 PM
Putting a pet to sleep is an intensely personal thing.

Here, you've got a bundle of fur that you've had for years. They are a part of your family and you are a part of their pack.

I've always thought that, when their quality of life is extremely low and they are in constant pain; you owe it to them to act in their best interest.

If they can't ever get better and hurt all the time; that's when I think you need to say goodbye to your friend.

/ but, like I said; this is a very personal thing, and not everyone agrees about it
 
2013-03-04 01:07:46 PM
Yeah, it's a tough decision, but it comes with being a pet owner. They can't make these decisions for themselves, so it's your job. Sometimes sooner is less selfish than later... I took my dog in last spring. We'd had him 12 years, and he was starting to develop kidney stones. A lot of them. We could have paid to have them removed, but it wouldn't have lasted long, and he would have had the issues come back over and over... Never seen anything as sad as the look on his face when the stones would finally break free, and he's suddenly accidentally peeing all over the floor. You'd have thought he'd just eaten the baby.

Anyway, some people might think I made the decision to put him under just to save money and trouble, and that I was just being cheap, but things were never going to get better, and were only going to get worse. It's a tough call, but if you've had your pet that long, you should already be mentally prepared...
 
2013-03-04 01:08:03 PM
A quick scan of the article didn't really bring up anything douchey.  Seemed like someone who faced with the decision of what's the best thing to do, given all of the circumstances and the emotional issues that come with making that choice.

Am I missing something?  Or was this just subby trying to get another greenlight?
 
2013-03-04 01:11:48 PM

ronaprhys: A quick scan of the article didn't really bring up anything douchey.  Seemed like someone who faced with the decision of what's the best thing to do, given all of the circumstances and the emotional issues that come with making that choice.

Am I missing something?  Or was this just subby trying to get another greenlight?


Subby is having a hard time being a douche because he's sad.
 
2013-03-04 01:11:51 PM
A year and a half ago or so my kitty companion of 15 years had her kidneys fail. She had already been a few years old when I got her, so when her kidneys failed she had already lived a nice long life of being utterly pampered and doted on by me - and later on by my wife too.

I figured I'd be a big tough guy and everything, but when it came time to do the deed I was blubbering so hard I had to use my GPS to get home from the vet - a trip of around 5 miles and a grand total of 4 turns in a town I've been living in for like 15 years. I was such a wreck though that I just couldn't figure out how to get home. My little cutiekitty had been my buddy for so many years through so many major events in my life...
 
2013-03-04 01:12:01 PM
its always tougher to put down animal after you give it a name...

/chicken for lunch
//steak for dinner
 
2013-03-04 01:12:51 PM
Put an animal, dog or cat down, one a member of your family, that you loved, and they loved you & come back to us and tell us about it.
 
2013-03-04 01:13:53 PM
The real question is if it is harder to put your cat down, or go down on your cat.
 
2013-03-04 01:15:53 PM
Sometimes we treat our pets better than our family; knowing when it's been enough suffering and it's time to let go.
 
2013-03-04 01:15:56 PM
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2013-03-04 01:16:42 PM

M-G: I've found my vet's office can get very dusty....


Just reading the article made me feel like it's a bit dusty in my office.

/going to go home and hug my kitties now ...
 
2013-03-04 01:18:28 PM
Is it easier to send them to Hell?
 
2013-03-04 01:19:35 PM
I've just been thinking about this recently.  My now 11 year old dog has had some minor issues here and there, and I worry that he's going to have something more "major" happen, which might make him suffer, and that I will be unable to make the call when the time comes.  He still is pretty spry but I know it could turn pretty quickly.

I've shed some tears already thinking about the future when he's gone, but anyone who takes on the responsibility of a pet has to realize that the odds are, you will outlive them.
 
2013-03-04 01:21:24 PM
It is hard to send a pet to heaven, but this helps get them there a little faster..

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2013-03-04 01:22:31 PM

show me: Whenever someone said they were going to "put down" a cat I would envision them with a sneer on their face pointing at the cat saying stuff like, "You're a worthless, no-good, meowing little turd! The best part of you ran down your momma's ass and ended up as a stain in the alley!"


Oooooh! That cat got SERVED!
 
2013-03-04 01:22:43 PM

Mikey1969: Yeah, it's a tough decision, but it comes with being a pet owner. They can't make these decisions for themselves, so it's your job. Sometimes sooner is less selfish than later... I took my dog in last spring. We'd had him 12 years, and he was starting to develop kidney stones. A lot of them. We could have paid to have them removed, but it wouldn't have lasted long, and he would have had the issues come back over and over... Never seen anything as sad as the look on his face when the stones would finally break free, and he's suddenly accidentally peeing all over the floor. You'd have thought he'd just eaten the baby.

Anyway, some people might think I made the decision to put him under just to save money and trouble, and that I was just being cheap, but things were never going to get better, and were only going to get worse. It's a tough call, but if you've had your pet that long, you should already be mentally prepared...


Can relate. I had to take my pup in 2009, he had hemangiosarcoma, and it was a farking brutal bastard, 1 1/2 months between diagnosis and death.

I had no idea how I would react. And we sat on a couch in the room at the vet, he put his head on my lap. They gave him the sedative and he fell asleep. Then they gave him the second shot. He breathed his last breath in my lap. And I sat there for 20 minutes, crying like a baby, petting him, telling him how much we loved him. I found out later that the vet techs wouldn't come in and bother me after the first girl came in, saw me crying, and came out of the room crying herself.

My wife was out to sea at the time (Navy), and I had to call her and tell her the news.

Soul crushing.

I still miss that goofy dog. Every day.

But he was in such bad shape, it was the right thing to do.

Little sob is making me cry my own tears again.
 
2013-03-04 01:23:00 PM
Has anyone had a pet just "die in their sleep"?  I'd like for the decision to be taken out of my hands just once, instead of having to go through all that trauma.
 
2013-03-04 01:23:38 PM
Pfft.  Putting down a pet gets easier every time you do it.  The kids love a new puppy, so we get one every year, and put the old one to sleep.  After 7 or 8 years, it's just like recycling last week's paper.
 
2013-03-04 01:24:27 PM
It is hard. That's why whenever our pets get on in years, I arm them with a weapon of some kind and we engage in single combat, so I can slay them and send them to Valhalla where they can rock out every day with endless catnip, meaty bones and ready biatches in heat. Except for our pet rats. They get little newspaper boats doused in gasoline, set aflame as they sail into the distance, over the horizon in the neighbors pool.
 
2013-03-04 01:24:52 PM
I don't quite get the headline? What makes him a douche?  Or what makes him a douche on all other days?

Most people selfishly keep their pets alive longer than they should; after the animal is clearly not having any kind of quality of life.  This author waited until the cat indicated that it was time by stopping eating and then didn't delay in having her euthanized.  He indicated that before that, she had still been a loving and engaged animal, even if she had elimination issues, and didn't appear to be in pain.
 
2013-03-04 01:27:28 PM

ronaprhys: A quick scan of the article didn't really bring up anything douchey.  Seemed like someone who faced with the decision of what's the best thing to do, given all of the circumstances and the emotional issues that come with making that choice.

Am I missing something?  Or was this just subby trying to get another greenlight?


Seemed medium douchey - like "gosh I was surprised to realize that I experienced normal human feelings".

It's annoying that these "journey of self-discovery" style articles actually get published.  I sure hope nobody got paid more than 79 cents for that.  There's just no journalism left anywhere - all writing is now directed towards entertainment, just the first step to maybe making it up to writing for the next Jim Belushi sit-com someday.
 
2013-03-04 01:27:50 PM
Pfft.  Putting down a pet gets easier every time you do it.  The kids love a new puppy, so we get one every year, and put the old one to sleep.  After 7 or 8 years, it's just like recycling last week's paper.

-50/10. And, guess what? Wasn't funny.
 
2013-03-04 01:28:31 PM

inner ted: (featured partner)


I don't understand this where does it say that? Why do people keep saying that? I've only seen that a few times.
 
2013-03-04 01:29:23 PM

iheartscotch: Putting a pet to sleep is an intensely personal thing.

Here, you've got a bundle of fur that you've had for years. They are a part of your family and you are a part of their pack.

I've always thought that, when their quality of life is extremely low and they are in constant pain; you owe it to them to act in their best interest.

If they can't ever get better and hurt all the time; that's when I think you need to say goodbye to your friend.

/ but, like I said; this is a very personal thing, and not everyone agrees about it


My older dog is a not-quite- 11 year old lab.  I'm allready dreading the day that this comes...
 
2013-03-04 01:29:32 PM
If you own a pet, it will almost certainly die before you and you will be ethically responsible for giving it a good death. Stop your wallying about sending it to heaven. If the animal's in distress and won't get better man up / ovary up and put it down.
 
2013-03-04 01:31:05 PM
Just did this last week to one of our dogs. She deserved to die of old age, but that was not to be.

In the top 5 worst days of my life.
 
2013-03-04 01:31:21 PM

CarnySaur: Has anyone had a pet just "die in their sleep"?  I'd like for the decision to be taken out of my hands just once, instead of having to go through all that trauma.


I had a cat that disappeared under the porch one day to die.  I was a kid but don't remember him being all that sick before. It was definitely easier than when I had to take the family dog in and have him put down. I was just visiting the folks and he had a seizure or stroke or some such godawful thing. So much dust that day.
 
2013-03-04 01:31:29 PM
"I don't quite get the headline? What makes him a douche?  Or what makes him a douche on all other days?
Most people selfishly keep their pets alive longer than they should; after the animal is clearly not having any kind of quality of life.  This author waited until the cat indicated that it was time by stopping eating and then didn't delay in having her euthanized.  He indicated that before that, she had still been a loving and engaged animal, even if she had elimination issues, and didn't appear to be in pain."

Agree, completely, and guilty of that, but no more. To me, pups & cats are family members, but they can be euthanized in a humane way and to wait too long because of the attachment is wrong when the animal suffers. Obviously, not everyone agrees.
 
2013-03-04 01:31:47 PM
I've had cats euthanized and I have allowed them to die naturally at home. This call has to be made on a case-by-case basis, depending on what is wrong with the animal. In some cases, euthanasia is the only course of action, but in most, allowing the animal to die at home is the way to go, especially in multi-cat situations. It is better for the cats left behind to assist the dying cat with their passing (and boy do they ever; it's amazing to watch) and they absolutely do get a sense of closure from being with the dying cat and witnessing its dead body. This doesn't happen when the cat is removed and taken to the vet to be euthanized. I can tell you the longer goodbye of allowing the cat to die at home is far less traumatic to me than the sudden loss by euthanasia. Yes, they usually do quit eating a few days before dying and quit drinking in the last day or so. But this isn't the cat committing suicide as the vet in the FA suggests. Rather, the cat knows that its systems are shutting down and food and water are no longer necessary. Cats will usually choose a quite place to die and may even begin sleeping there preferentially for several weeks before the event. When the time comes, they will go to this place, lay down and slowly drift away. Another thing a cat will do is say goodbye to its human companions by spending extra time with them and being extra, but calmly, affectionate. It's actually beautiful to watch. For these reason, I choose euthanasia only when absolutely necessary.
 
2013-03-04 01:32:19 PM
I didn't have a chance to put my dog down. One day he disappeared. I figured he ran off. After a while, we noticed a smell.
 
2013-03-04 01:32:40 PM
Ahh, yet another reminder that we as a society treat our animals with more dignity and respect in their final years than we do our own family members.
 
2013-03-04 01:33:48 PM
This is rather timely for me, since my girlfriend and I are likely going to have to put our cat down in the next day or two. He hated me for the first 2 years we were living together too, but there is something lovable about a cranky bastard of a cat.

/Whole damn house is dusty.
 
2013-03-04 01:33:55 PM

CheekyMonkey: Pfft.  Putting down a pet gets easier every time you do it.  The kids love a new puppy, so we get one every year, and put the old one to sleep.  After 7 or 8 years, it's just like recycling last week's paper.


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2013-03-04 01:35:49 PM

Molavian: ronaprhys: A quick scan of the article didn't really bring up anything douchey.  Seemed like someone who faced with the decision of what's the best thing to do, given all of the circumstances and the emotional issues that come with making that choice.

Am I missing something?  Or was this just subby trying to get another greenlight?

Subby is having a hard time being a douche because he's sad.


Trolling subby is trolling.
 
2013-03-04 01:36:30 PM
Subby used an ambiguous pronoun - as written, the 'I' in the headline could either have meant 'I, the subby' or 'I, the article writer.'

Either I, sweatybronson, am having no trouble being a douche today, Or I have spent way too much time tutoring for the SAT verbal section.
 
2013-03-04 01:38:07 PM
When I was first married, we adopted a ginger tabby who was three months old. That cat was my buddy  for the next 17 years (and, at age six, was a  "mentor" to another kitten I adopted) . He outlasted a marriage and several girlfriends. When he died, I couldn't even talk about it for three months, his young buddy walked around the house for weeks crying and looking for him (that was really sad; at least a child you can comfort by telling them that their friend is in heaven or "away"), and pined away, dying 50  weeks later. The younger cat was only 12 and healthy. He just could not get over his buddy. It took me a while also. I buried them both beneath the same rhododendron bush so they could live on as part of the plant.


/Why, yes, I prefer cats to people for most purposes.
 
2013-03-04 01:39:48 PM
My first kitty I got back in 2007 was a very special and unique ball of black fur I called Shadow because he followed me EVERYWHERE in the house and even outside. Never growing up with cat or dog due to parents allergies, I learned a big lesson in patience and forgiveness because Shadow got into trouble a lot and required a lot of kitty attention to the point where I actually had him in his cage and  I was parked out late at night in front of Petsmart and was thinking of dropping him off and leaving him there for someone else to take care of him as I didn't think I could do it anymore. Yeah, I know it sounds pathetic but I wasn't used to the demands of animal beyond hamster that I had as a kid.

Needless to say, I just couldn't do it and I brought him home and started to let him roam free outside my apt so he could expel his energy and leave me alone to play games and watch movies. Even though I knew it was much riskier for him to be outside, I just couldn't be bothered to deal with him indoors all the time. We continued to bond and grow together as I started to learn a bit more about patience and getting over his mistakes and misbehaving, but we had a lot of great and funny times together.  Three years ago, my now ex let him out one evening as he was crying at the door late at night as we were going to bed and she let him out.  That was the last time I ever saw him. He never came back, no one had seen him anywhere as we waited over 2 days and nothing. We posted LOST posted, we talked to the garbage and city street cleaners if they had found a black cat with a collar with information on it but we never found out anything other then "rumors" of a black cat getting hit by a car a few blocks away but no body was found and the collar he wore was never retrieved.

The last time I cried that hard for that long was when my long term relationship of my ex ended over  year later. I was just beyond devestated and in a state of moral depression as I knew I hadn't been the greatest first time cat owner to Shadow as I could have been, I was mean to him at times and sometimes hit him in anger, but he always seemed to forgive me and wanted to be part of my life, and suddently, he was gone, with nothing left but a house full of untouched cat toys, empty litter box, lots of pictures and memories and two very broken hearts as my ex was very guilty about letting him outside in the first place that late at night, especially for a black cat.

I'll never forget you Shadow, what you taught and brought to my life, even though I didnt' realize it until after you were gone. I'll miss you.


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2013-03-04 01:41:35 PM
I think my dogs sensed that it was suddenly getting dusty in here. One curled up on me and the other is trying to be funny.

/Mikey, 1996-2011. Good dog.
 
2013-03-04 01:42:23 PM
Isiah 30:26 reads, "Moreover the light of the moon shall be as the light of the sun and the light of the sun shall be sevenfold, as the light of seven days." Thus Heaven receives from the moon as much radiation as we do from the sun and in addition seven times seven (49) times as much as the earth does from the sun, or fifty times in all. The light we receive from the moon is a ten-thousandth of the light we receive from the sun, so we can ignore that. With these data we can compute the temperature of Heaven. The radiation falling on heaven will heat it to the point lost by radiation is just equal to the heat received by radiation. In other words, Heaven loses fifty times as much heat as the earth by radiation. Using the Stefan-Boltzmann fourth-power law for radiation (H/E)^4 = 50, where E is the absolute temperature of the earth - 300K. This gives H as 798 K (525 degrees Celsius).

Why would I want to send my pet to such a place?
 
2013-03-04 01:42:27 PM
Sob....fark the dust, i'm just flat out crying now
 
2013-03-04 01:43:24 PM
Putting down a family pet is very much like putting down a family member.

I remember when Gramma started pissing on the furniture and biting the mailman. I got the shotgun out and loaded it, but dad said, "no, I'll do it. She's my mom."
 
2013-03-04 01:44:11 PM

sweatybronson: Subby used an ambiguous pronoun - as written, the 'I' in the headline could either have meant 'I, the subby' or 'I, the article writer.'

Either I, sweatybronson, am having no trouble being a douche today, Or I have spent way too much time tutoring for the SAT verbal section.


Just consider the "Better Headline:" part.  The "I" is the author, not the submitter.
 
2013-03-04 01:45:23 PM

CarnySaur: Has anyone had a pet just "die in their sleep"?  I'd like for the decision to be taken out of my hands just once, instead of having to go through all that trauma.


Yup. A little black kitten appeared outside my apartment one day and snarfed down the food we gave him. Never found an owner, so he became mine. He'd almost started to get along with the other cat when his heart gave out in the middle of the night, about six months later. I picked him up from the foot of the bed to try and get him to snuggle with me and he was stiff as a board. It was pretty horrible.
 
2013-03-04 01:45:49 PM
My dog is going to be 13 this year.  I've had him for 12 years.  He is in great health and I probably will have him for another two or three years if I am lucky, but I am already beginning to brace myself for the inevitable.

Doesn't matter how much I prepare for it, though,  I know that when he leaves me I am going to be shattered for a little while.
 
2013-03-04 01:46:00 PM

CrazyWhiteBoy311: This is rather timely for me, since my girlfriend and I are likely going to have to put our cat down in the next day or two. He hated me for the first 2 years we were living together too, but there is something lovable about a cranky bastard of a cat.

/Whole damn house is dusty.


Sorry man...

My wife and I sat with our Denali when he was given the shot.  Must have stayed in the room for 20 minutes or so, just crying, holding him and stroking his fur.  Look forward to running in fields again with him some day.
 
2013-03-04 01:46:34 PM

noitsnot: Seemed medium douchey - like "gosh I was surprised to realize that I experienced normal human feelings".


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2013-03-04 01:47:59 PM

CarnySaur: Has anyone had a pet just "die in their sleep"?  I'd like for the decision to be taken out of my hands just once, instead of having to go through all that trauma.


We had a severely mentally challenged cocker spaniel that finally died in her sleep. Dumbest dog I ever met, even before she inhaled three pieces of bread, choked, lost one of the two brain cells she started out with, pissed herself and started convulsing. Three mornings later we found her cold and stiff on the couch.

/Name was Tiffany
//This was the ex-girlfriends thread right?
 
2013-03-04 01:49:39 PM
My cat didn't really give me a choice. Kidney problems, culminating in respiratory failure. The vet called and asked me to decide. Wasn't much of one (she was 18 years old - indoor cat).

Still, I wasn't there, so that kinda sucks, but I couldn't very well ask him to resuscitate her so I could get there in time to say goodbye.
 
2013-03-04 01:50:20 PM

CarnySaur: Has anyone had a pet just "die in their sleep"?  I'd like for the decision to be taken out of my hands just once, instead of having to go through all that trauma.


The last two days of my 15 year old Siberian Husky's life, I wanted this.  Started crying when I made the call to the vet & pretty much kept going all day.  Worst part for me was people trying to offer comfort instead of just f&cking off & letting me cry.  Last w/e someone in a local store asked because they hadn't seen me out with her - I'd never noticed the clouds of dust in that store.  Taking that decision is the right thing to do for the animal; it is also a gut-wrenchingly horrible experience.
 
2013-03-04 01:51:20 PM

CitizenjaQ: CarnySaur: Has anyone had a pet just "die in their sleep"?  I'd like for the decision to be taken out of my hands just once, instead of having to go through all that trauma.

Yup. A little black kitten appeared outside my apartment one day and snarfed down the food we gave him. Never found an owner, so he became mine. He'd almost started to get along with the other cat when his heart gave out in the middle of the night, about six months later. I picked him up from the foot of the bed to try and get him to snuggle with me and he was stiff as a board. It was pretty horrible.


Right there with ya.  We took in (another) stray and worked on nursing her through a cold, but she didn't make it through the week.  Then you think you failed her because you didn't keep a close enough watch.
 
2013-03-04 01:51:55 PM

noitsnot: ronaprhys: A quick scan of the article didn't really bring up anything douchey.  Seemed like someone who faced with the decision of what's the best thing to do, given all of the circumstances and the emotional issues that come with making that choice.
Am I missing something?  Or was this just subby trying to get another greenlight?

Seemed medium douchey - like "gosh I was surprised to realize that I experienced normal human feelings".

It's annoying that these "journey of self-discovery" style articles actually get published.  I sure hope nobody got paid more than 79 cents for that.  There's just no journalism left anywhere - all writing is now directed towards entertainment, just the first step to maybe making it up to writing for the next Jim Belushi sit-com someday.



That was the angle I got from it.

Heck he might be a perfectly reasonable guy in the meantime, but it sounded like until he had to pull the trigger on putting the pet down, he didn't really give a care about it.


/Submitard in question

//Has a few pets, and will do the right thing when they need it.
 
2013-03-04 01:51:56 PM

JackieRabbit: I've had cats euthanized and I have allowed them to die naturally at home. This call has to be made on a case-by-case basis, depending on what is wrong with the animal. In some cases, euthanasia is the only course of action, but in most, allowing the animal to die at home is the way to go, especially in multi-cat situations. It is better for the cats left behind to assist the dying cat with their passing (and boy do they ever; it's amazing to watch) and they absolutely do get a sense of closure from being with the dying cat and witnessing its dead body.


Yes!  Watched my little Calico shiat mature in front of our eyes.  Came up, sniffed her best buddy, and went on patrol until he was gone.

Done this with Dogs too....heartbreaking, but they understand in a much different way than we do.  our girls watched the doors when our Sheppie boy took his last breath.

Farking fark.  Why do I read these things at work?
 
2013-03-04 01:52:21 PM
We had to have our cat, Tilly, put to sleep this past Mother's Day. She had been part of our family for 10 years and had developed what we thought was another bladder infection. Took her to the vet because she was peeing on the tile floors, a not normal behavior for her, and wasn't eating much. Initial tests were performed, she was put on morphine, antibiotics and Sub-Q saline infusions, but nothing seemed to work and her weight had dropped from 8 lbs to nearly 4. Took her back to the vet for further tests which found a large mass in her abdominal area...cancer. She was in such a weakened state that she would not have survived treatment, so we did the right thing and let her go.

That is the hardest decision we've ever had to make, but we loved her too much to see her suffer needlessly.
 
2013-03-04 01:53:10 PM
Wow, it's dusty in here all of a sudden.  I've had several cats in my life, and only two so far died a natural death, the others I had to choose to euthanize.  It never gets easier, but there comes a time in their life when you just know it's time to end their suffering.  Like my one cat who was 20 and I was feeding her with a syringe and she couldn't move, and I just thought "what am I doing, am I doing this for her or me?", which is when I called the vet and took her in.  The whole family was bawling all the way to the vets and home again.  Then my other cat died four years ago, at 18 after a diabetic seizure.  My son who was 14 at the time was so upset he cried for a week.  My current cat is 14 and seems healthy enough, but she could go at any time.  I always say when one cat dies that I'm never getting another one, but sure enough, a few months later I start getting broody and want a new kitten.
 
2013-03-04 01:53:37 PM
This is rather timely for me too.

Today my husband and I dropped our dog Yuri off at the vet. She's not been eating much for the past two weeks and has been throwing up most of what she has eaten. In two weeks she's lost a quarter of her body weight. (She was only 20lbs to begin with.) Vet said sometimes they just get stuck in these patterns of throwing up, so now she's in observation and has an IV going to rehydrate her and get her some sort of necessary nutrients going. x-rays showed nothing. Now it's just a matter of waiting for the blood work to come back.

Yuri wasn't ever really my dog. My husband adopted her when he was stationed in Okinawa. She was 10 years old when I first met her, old enough that her black muzzle had turned white. In the past three years I've gotten amazingly attached to her.

I really, really hope she's going to be okay. I don't think I'm quite ready for the alternative yet. =(
 
2013-03-04 01:54:06 PM

funktilious_j: They gave him the sedative and he fell asleep. Then they gave him the second shot. He breathed his last breath in my lap. And I sat there for 20 minutes, crying like a baby, petting him, telling him how much we loved him. I found out later that the vet techs wouldn't come in and bother me after the first girl came in, saw me crying, and came out of the room crying herself.


Yeah, I got treated to about 20 seconds of my dog freaking out and trying to sit up before he went under. It was fine at first, and then the drug hit and freaked him out, so Ihhad to be there calming him down, telling him it was going to be all right. I felt like a lying heel...
 
2013-03-04 01:54:44 PM

CarnySaur: Has anyone had a pet just "die in their sleep"?  I'd like for the decision to be taken out of my hands just once, instead of having to go through all that trauma.


Yes, but in retrospect...the last two Weeks of her life were unpleasant and I should have had the guts to put her down. Only one I regret.
 
2013-03-04 01:55:06 PM

SploogeTime: "I don't quite get the headline? What makes him a douche?  Or what makes him a douche on all other days?
Most people selfishly keep their pets alive longer than they should; after the animal is clearly not having any kind of quality of life.  This author waited until the cat indicated that it was time by stopping eating and then didn't delay in having her euthanized.  He indicated that before that, she had still been a loving and engaged animal, even if she had elimination issues, and didn't appear to be in pain."

Agree, completely, and guilty of that, but no more. To me, pups & cats are family members, but they can be euthanized in a humane way and to wait too long because of the attachment is wrong when the animal suffers. Obviously, not everyone agrees.


I got the impression that the guy was a douche in the first paragraph (bolded), where he confesses that when other people have talked about how hard it was to put their pets down, and his response was "how hard can it be?" Which is a pretty douchey thing to say/think about someone who was was going through that decision. Understandably he's changed his stance, but that doesn't mean he wasn't a douche to begin with.

/not subby
 
2013-03-04 01:56:39 PM
I've always held the firm belief that when you know the quality of your pets life is going bad, it's time to help them go.  In nature an animal will wonder off and nature takes the lead.

When my Blue Heeler, at the age of 14, lost his bowels and bladder in the house for the first time since he was a puppy.  He then had a couple seizures in the afternoon.  There were some other issues that come with the dog's aging, but this day, I knew it was time to help him along.
Luckily, my former boss had access to Euthanasia, and with the help of a Vet Tech friend, I was able to put my best friend down in the comfort of our own home.
I've seen so many friends keep their pets around far too long.
Right now a friend's Wiener Dog is on the verge of death.  The wind knocked it over the other day when it tried to pee.  My friend just wants "one more day" with the dog.
 
2013-03-04 01:57:55 PM
Said goodbye to our Chow-Chow on 12/29/2012. It was time and we were not going to let her suffer. We were told she had a stroke, which was why she had been unable to get along properly for a few weeks. The night it happened we took her to an all-night vet who misinformed us as to what happened.

Mrs.Kritter and I were in a black abyss of sorrow and tears for many weeks. Some people have children, we had our Chili.

RIP my friend. I miss you so much. Thank you for making life worth living all those years.
 
2013-03-04 01:58:30 PM
i had to take the kitty to the vet for the thing. afterwards i cried like niagra falls, i mean i was just blubbering, but on the last day the cat was looking right at me and screaming and telling me to do it already. props to that vet, he led me out the back where no-one would see and didn't bill me for 2 weeks.
 
2013-03-04 02:01:24 PM

6502programmer: It is hard to send a pet to heaven, but this helps get them there a little faster..

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okay, I laughed.

I've had to put down cats, dogs, and horses.  Not a single one is a fun event.  The horses are probably the worst as only one was old age: Two were unrecoverable colic and poor old girl wouldn't have made it through the summer without heat stroke.

My old Malamute that taught me how to walk died at home. The Husky 12 years later had cancer and was hurting bad.
Most of the cats were at home, one was torn up by a dog and had a broken back.  He wasn't even a year old.


We have two cats and two dogs now.  Both the dogs are under two and my wife (who has never really had pets) already starts crying at the thought of what will happen to them 10-15 years from now.  She's going to be an absolute wreck.
 
2013-03-04 02:01:26 PM
The family pets are just cats.  Fark 'em.  Put the little bastards down when they get too old to live a normal life and go buy a new batch.
 
2013-03-04 02:07:48 PM

Smeggy Smurf: The family pets are just cats.  Fark 'em.  Put the little bastards down when they get too old to live a normal life and go buy a new batch.


Yep, same goes for kids.
 
2013-03-04 02:11:38 PM
I wrote half of a story about past and current pets, got half-way through and was in tears here at work.

I'm going to have to go home and hug the cats; I'll probably put some extra food in the dishes at dinner time.
 
2013-03-04 02:12:25 PM

CarnySaur: Has anyone had a pet just "die in their sleep"?  I'd like for the decision to be taken out of my hands just once, instead of having to go through all that trauma.


My cat Paddiwak died in his sleep at around 17/18. That was when my mother learned you may never be sure of your decision. She asked me if she should have done something different; if he'd been suffering all that time. But he wasn't sick and he didn't show any real signs of being in pain.  He just was bonier than usual.  I also reminded her that he was always our subborn bastard cat and totally deserved to go on his own terms.

But I think she was thinking about when we'd had to put Beanie down some 8 years before. She had been in pain; she'd been having seizures, her hips were clearly paining her and she was having urinary problems. Mom doubted her decision; wondering if she chose euthanasia too soon.  I think Beanie needed to know *we* were ready, so putting her down really was the only option.  But putting Beanie to sleep was a big damn deal, because not only was she our beloved elderly cat, but she'd been one of our vet's first regular patients out of school, so the doc was tearing up the whole time too.

Some of our pets it wasn't a decision at all.  Missy was unconsious getting her teeth investigated  because we thought she had an absess, when the vet uncovered a huge cancerous mass on her lower jaw. Mom didn't want to even wake her up to say goodbye because she hated the idea of our stupid puppy living through even a few moments of more pain for her own selfishness.  Little Panther had a severe gastro-intestinal cancer and there was no question of putting him down either when it became clear he was dying.
 
2013-03-04 02:12:39 PM

joonyer: Smeggy Smurf: The family pets are just cats.  Fark 'em.  Put the little bastards down when they get too old to live a normal life and go buy a new batch.

Yep, same goes for kids.


Hell no.  I rent the kids out as slave labor.
 
2013-03-04 02:14:53 PM
My old cat died when I was gone on vacation. Poor caretakers found her curled up by my bed, dead. Sucked. I will be carrying guilt over this for the rest of my life and I have bad dreams about neglecting her, years after she passed.

That being said, here's a funny bit about vets from Alonzo Bodden. NSFW language.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I7GdSAjQqNw
 
gja [TotalFark]
2013-03-04 02:17:37 PM
Over the course of my life I have mad pets in my life. Cats. dogs, fish, a turtle, etc...
The three hardest, by far, was my first dog ever, and two very special cats.

My pup was the runt of the litter, shaking, scared, wincing at everything. I had to take her and give her a home.
And I did. And she grew into one of the sweetest Jack Russell terriers. And, strangely, one of the biggest anyone had ever seen.
They called her a 'badger class'.
Through 17 years we did things and had fun. So much so, I took her presence in my life for granted sometimes.
In her last year her legs were so bad she could no longer walk, and refused her food at times.
When she walked straight into the sofa I took her to the vet.
A day and many tests later I went back to see her and consult with my vet of decades.
I looked at Doc B and said "you know me, I don't give a shiat what the cost, but be straight with me".
He got a little choked up and said
"i wish I could tell anything but this. Her kidneys are shot, her liver function is so far off, and her blood panel is bad. You need to let her go J, shes 17, there's a limit to what can be done, and she might not live through some of those things anyway"
I took pics of my little pup as she drifted off to sleep for the last time in my arms, being careful she didn't see me crying because she always got upset when she saw me sick or upset. Once Doc B told me "that's it" I fekking lost it. Even Doc B cried. He has known me for so long and knew what she meant to me.
Sunday Oct 3, 2010 @ 10:50AM I sad goodbye to my first pup ever. I miss that dog every day. She was a big soul stuffed into a small frame.

/i cant continue right now....I just cant, maybe write about the kitties in later post, apologies
//a 51 year old man crying in his office with the door closed, quite the spectacle
 
2013-03-04 02:17:48 PM
And sometimes you go, before they do.

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Hachi: A Dog's Tale.  Stupid movie. *sniff*
 
2013-03-04 02:21:50 PM
I have a tendency to adopt older, less healthy shelter dogs (somebody has to) so I've had to do this quite a few times.  I've lost 3 in about the last 4 years actually.  Well I know where they are, they just don't wag anymore.

Last fall my father was in hospice and every other weekend I would drive the 500 +/- miles round trip to see him.  Just happened to be in town the weekend my domestic partner called crying and telling me I needed to come say goodbye to the dog.  Drove to her house, put him in the car and drove him to the vet for last rites.  Lost my dad and my dog in about 6 weeks.  The dog from a degenerative muscle disease and dad from pancreatic cancer.

I'll do it again too.  The oldest dog of them all...  RIP dad.

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2013-03-04 02:22:09 PM
I've had pets throughout my 27 years, but so far I haven't had to put any down. A couple cats ran away, rabbits died in their sleep, ditto guinea pigs. Rats got cancer and died from that before I could put them down. I have one cat that I've had since 1995 and she's hanging in there pretty good. A little stiff, but still full of piss and vinegar. *insert penis joke here*

Presently I've got three dogs and they are all under 5 years. I'm not looking forward to the day that will come within ten years when I have to put one of them down. I wish dogs could live, like, thirty years. It would be even harder to lose them, but I think it would be worth it in the end. Maybe someday science will give us dogs that live longer, but right now 10-15 years (being optimistic, too) just isn't long enough.

I don't know how people can get a giant dog breeds, like a great dane or mastiff. Those poor sons 'a biatches only live like 7 years.
 
2013-03-04 02:23:05 PM

ronaprhys: A quick scan of the article didn't really bring up anything douchey.  Seemed like someone who faced with the decision of what's the best thing to do, given all of the circumstances and the emotional issues that come with making that choice.

Am I missing something?  Or was this just subby trying to get another greenlight?


Seemed pretty not-douchy to me too, except this part: "Over time, she became such a part of our family life that she was just Rosie Silver, our cat, with her own style and her own Facebook page." Kitty with its own Facebook page = at least some amount of douchiness.
 
2013-03-04 02:23:36 PM

chewielouie: And sometimes you go, before they do.

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Hachi: A Dog's Tale.  Stupid movie. *sniff*


You B'Stard - I'd teetered, but hadn't actually cried until you posted that.
 
2013-03-04 02:24:14 PM
Being a dog person and coming from a family of dog people we never really had the slow agonizing death by suicide that cat people seem to use a cue to make that dreaded appointment. Our pets just were kept as comfortable as possible and we would let them sneak in an extra treat, if they could stomach it, knowing that they didn't have that long. My childhood buddy, Shawna, was totally blind and deaf by the time I was 7 but she still had a keen nose for trouble. When she was 17 she was incontinent in her sleep because she didn't have that control over her body anymore. My mom recalls sitting at the table and watching her in the dog bed fighting to stay awake and as she'd nod off force herself awake and to sit back up because she knew that she'd wake up in a soiled blanket. Mom, who didn't like this dog when she met my dad, didn't mind it. She'd carefully lay her out on a clean blanket and throw the wet one in the laundry with hardly any fuss. We let her outside one day and she went straight to a dogwood tree and looked like she laid down in the shade for a nap. But she didn't get up for dinner and that's when we knew she was gone. It was one of only 2 times I had ever seen my father cry. The other time was when we rented My Dog Skip because dammit if that dog didn't remind him exactly of Shawna.
 
gja [TotalFark]
2013-03-04 02:24:45 PM

mytdawg: I have a tendency to adopt older, less healthy shelter dogs (somebody has to) so I've had to do this quite a few times.  I've lost 3 in about the last 4 years actually.  Well I know where they are, they just don't wag anymore.

Last fall my father was in hospice and every other weekend I would drive the 500 +/- miles round trip to see him.  Just happened to be in town the weekend my domestic partner called crying and telling me I needed to come say goodbye to the dog.  Drove to her house, put him in the car and drove him to the vet for last rites.  Lost my dad and my dog in about 6 weeks.  The dog from a degenerative muscle disease and dad from pancreatic cancer.

I'll do it again too.  The oldest dog of them all...  RIP dad.

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You're a good person for what you do. And you have my utmost sincere sympathies on your losses.
 
2013-03-04 02:25:17 PM
Here's the pic I was trying to upload (too big originally)

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2013-03-04 02:27:32 PM

chewielouie: And sometimes you go, before they do.

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Hachi: A Dog's Tale.  Stupid movie. *sniff*


They white washed a perfectly good, totally true story for no good reason. Faithful Dog Hachiko
 
2013-03-04 02:28:31 PM
But I always thought my cats would take care of me when I got old.
 
2013-03-04 02:28:48 PM
Holy cow. So many stories, so much dust.

First cat died when I was really young. Parents took it to the vet to have it put down. I wasn't really told about it until a week later when we got a poorly taped up box full of ashes in the mail.

/6 years old, crying in a pile of legos.
 
2013-03-04 02:29:30 PM
Didn't even make it halfway through before I started to get choked up.  Glad I'm working from home because I'm about to give my dog way more hugs than she is gonna want.
 
2013-03-04 02:33:06 PM
As someone who just euthanized a cat, I'm getting a big kick.........(but seriously, just did).

Anybody who has anxiety about this process, talk to your vet.  Let them explain the process to you, and ask questions.  Don't assume it's too morbid or that your vet will think you are heartless.  The LAST thing I want a client with a dying pet worrying about is that euthanasia hurts Fido so let's not do it.  And, while it may not occur to you immediately, remember that doing this takes an emotional toll on us as well.  A card or some other sort of thank you a week or two later goes a long way towards helping with that.
 
2013-03-04 02:34:13 PM

JackieRabbit: I've had cats euthanized and I have allowed them to die naturally at home. This call has to be made on a case-by-case basis, depending on what is wrong with the animal. In some cases, euthanasia is the only course of action, but in most, allowing the animal to die at home is the way to go, especially in multi-cat situations. It is better for the cats left behind to assist the dying cat with their passing (and boy do they ever; it's amazing to watch) and they absolutely do get a sense of closure from being with the dying cat and witnessing its dead body. This doesn't happen when the cat is removed and taken to the vet to be euthanized. I can tell you the longer goodbye of allowing the cat to die at home is far less traumatic to me than the sudden loss by euthanasia. Yes, they usually do quit eating a few days before dying and quit drinking in the last day or so. But this isn't the cat committing suicide as the vet in the FA suggests. Rather, the cat knows that its systems are shutting down and food and water are no longer necessary. Cats will usually choose a quite place to die and may even begin sleeping there preferentially for several weeks before the event. When the time comes, they will go to this place, lay down and slowly drift away. Another thing a cat will do is say goodbye to its human companions by spending extra time with them and being extra, but calmly, affectionate. It's actually beautiful to watch. For these reason, I choose euthanasia only when absolutely necessary.


Gonna respectfully disagree with you. Once your cat or dog stops eating and drinking it's time to call the vet. Dying of thirst and starving to death is a horrible way to go. Preserving your animal's dignity and making the tough drive to the vet is the best thing to do in my opinion.
 
2013-03-04 02:34:27 PM
We found a little guy mewling out back of my in-laws last year. It was May 1st and he was LOUD so we called him Mayday. He made it 3 days and then my FIL found him just...gone. I'm glad he had people to love on him for his short little life instead of dying (or getting eaten) out in that cold ditch.
 
gja [TotalFark]
2013-03-04 02:35:24 PM

gja: Over the course of my life I have mad

had
 
2013-03-04 02:36:22 PM
 
2013-03-04 02:36:25 PM
God. Dunno why I'm reading this at work, but I made it through with a minimum of tearing up, and nothing escaped thankfully.

With everyone talking about making the decision to put their pets to sleep, and the effect it had on the children (be it themselves or their own), I would like to make a small, quiet request to the Fark Parents out there with pets who may be passing on in the future:

Do not, no matter how much of a 'growing' experience you think it will be, ask your children to make the final call.

Thank you, and love and hugs to those who have sent friends over the rainbow bridge.
 
2013-03-04 02:39:37 PM
from old BoCL:  http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/wdc/22822390.html


Why I Think My Cat Is On Acid

I had no intention of getting a cat.

I had every intention of buying a Christmas tree.

This is how it started:

I am home, alone, putting up ornaments in a vain attempt to feel like there is something special about December besides less bums on the street and less BO on the metro.

My first tree. Smells great. Looks pretty good. I tied it to the car myself.

But, it seems to be vibrating. Just slightly.

I reach the center of the tree and feel fur. Now I am not a complete wimp but this is unexpected and scares the shiat out of me. So I scream.

And my new cat says "meow".

I named him Scrooge. I think it's a him. I bought him food and a scratching post and litter and the box that comes with it and small fake mice he ignores and I am thinking maybe it will be nice to have a pet that lives longer than my plants.

But he is farking insane.

He attacks me at every opportunity. People think I am suicidal due to the scratches on my forearms. I own no socks without holes. I can't sleep at night because I know that little farker is waiting. He sits in the dark, quite and docile. Just when my breathing gets shallow and even and I begin to drift off to peaceful slumber, he attacks.

My feet seem to be his nemesis. And he is relentless.

He likes to wait under the couch when I get home. He waits until I have taken off my shoes and streach my weary toes before jumping out and diggin claws sharper than Gods wit into my flesh.

Then he runs.

And he is fast.

If I am not paying enough attention he will jump to my waist and scale my body like I was Everest until he reaches my shoulder at which point he screams: "Meaow!"

I love him. And I think I am going to kill him.

He has unseen enemies that plauge his existance.

I know because he will run around my apartment in a frenzy careening off of every possible surface. His little eyes wide. His little sphere-shaped head aware of movements in the furnature I cannot perceive. I imagine it is how I would act were you to shove a red-hot coal in my ass and blame it on everything in sight.

When he is actually still long enough for me to pet him, it is only a matter of minutes before his little ears go flat and he grabs my arm. He bites and uses his rear legs to scratch my skin as if it were a lotto ticket.

He is terrified of my basketball. I have no idea what great injustice a simarly looking basketball has done him in his past, but Christ, he hates that thing.

And plugs. He is not afraid of the vaccume (I have no idea how you spell that) but he hates the plug that goes to the wall. I can not afford the electrical tape to satisfy his prejudice.

Sometimes he just stares at me. And I wonder how he is planning my demise.

If I lay on the floor and look at him, he will run full speed and colide with my head. Then he will look at me like I am an asshole and run away. Back to the safety of under my bed where he will wait until I am naked and unprotected to seek his revenge.

If I try to read the paper when I am home he will attack the page. I have no idea what is going on in the world.

I take a shiat and he sticks his little arms under the door. He knows I shiat when I get home. Its usually quiet in there and this gives me a small heart attack every time. He will run into the bathroom as soon as he hears my key in the door. I have to tease him with a treat and run to close the door before he can get in there with me. This is what I am reduced to.

He is in love with my left work shoe and will defend it with passion every morning. Only the left one. I have no idea why. No other shoe precipitates such adoration from him.

I do not understand this creature.

But I like it when he purrs. I don't know where that sound comes from, but it's great.

He is now in a vicious, losing battle with the string that pulls my window blinds. And there go my blinds. Now, I am sure, he has retreated to under my bed. Only to wait to inflict further dmage to my ravished ankles.

My cat is Paranoid Scitzophrenic. He is Bipolar. Manic Depressive.

Maybe he is a she. Somehow that would make so much more sense.

I love that little farker, but I think I am going to have to kill him.

Or her.
 
2013-03-04 02:40:30 PM

gja: You're a good person for what you do. And you have my utmost sincere sympathies on your losses.


Awww, thank you.  I had 2 dogs that lived the better part of my life.  One lived to be 14 and the other 15 with a couple years of crossover.  Basically I got 25 plus years out of 2 lab mix dogs.  Hell, I never got more than 9 out of a marriage.  It kind of became a calling of sorts after that.  It can be tough nursing one back to health after it's been through hell just to lose it again to something different but they die loved and that's all I can offer.

Dogs are better than most people...
 
gja [TotalFark]
2013-03-04 02:43:46 PM

KiltedBastich: Obligatory


Thank you for that. I needed that very much.
 
2013-03-04 02:45:38 PM
so...what, exactly, is douchey here?  The guy's saying he had a hard time putting down a pet with severe health issues who was likely to have little or no decent quality life left.  I've been there, it sucks.  Submitter can kiss my ass.
 
2013-03-04 02:46:53 PM

CarnySaur: Has anyone had a pet just "die in their sleep"?  I'd like for the decision to be taken out of my hands just once, instead of having to go through all that trauma.


My cat went off alone to die in a cold damp basement.

I wish she'd left it in my hands.
 
2013-03-04 02:49:40 PM
I miss little Midge every single day.  Been almost two years.  We knew the time was coming, but fortunately she told us when.  That little fireball was ripped from us far too soon.

My wife works in a vet hospital, and sometimes they have her come in and hold animals for this or that.  Sometimes it's an euthanasia.  Most of them, she knows that it's their time.  Many times the owner will not be in the room or will even have left the vet clinic.  She doesn't let them go alone and will hold and pet them as they go.  I don't know how the hell she does it, but that office gets dusty.

And, since it's hard to know when it's time, I suggest you ask your vet about a quality of life scale.  This can be extremely helpful.
 
2013-03-04 02:50:17 PM

CarnySaur: Has anyone had a pet just "die in their sleep"?  I'd like for the decision to be taken out of my hands just once, instead of having to go through all that trauma.


I've had four cats die after old age, three we had the vet put to sleep after their health declined to the point it was obvious they no longer were able to get around.

The fourth died on the couch. Star was a small, energetic black and white cat that totally dominated her older and much larger orange partner, Alex. When she got older, she got quieter and was content to sit on our laps and occasionally play with some string, or a paper ball.

Then one day we noticed she wasn't eating very much. A trip to the vet and he told us she was just getting old, her systems were starting to shut down but she wasn't in any pain. He recommended changing her diet and keep an eye on her. We got her favorite foods, which she'd eat a little of, but even that didn't seem to help. Eventually she started having trouble getting to the litter box, so we set up another one downstairs. We'd take her outside when it was nice so she could sit in the sun and look around.

Then one day she wouldn't get up from the couch. Picking her up just made her all wobbly and she'd sit down right where we put her. We put her back on the couch and sat there petting her, and she'd purr.

My wife stayed up all night with her, and finally came upstairs around 4 am to tell me she had passed away in her sleep. I buried her that morning in her favorite spot in the yard.

/office is really dusty today
//got four cats now
 
2013-03-04 02:55:14 PM

Where wolf: okay, I laughed.


We joke about death--human and animal--because it sucks too much not to.

Our last cat died after a year and a half. We found out after we got her home that she was FELV+, but she had a hell of a life in 18 months. Eventually, the tumor in the thoracic cavity became too much and she gave up. She was hiding most of the day, then at 9p came out, flopped in the middle of the floor, and didn't want to move. We went to take her to the vet for euthanasia, but didn't even make it 1/3 of the way before she died. We turned around, and I spend the next hour digging a hole in the backyard. If anything good came of it, I did get to hold her as she died.

/not so csb
 
2013-03-04 02:55:22 PM
Friend of mine.  A farker, had a great cat.  Would jump up on the sink every morning to lap water from the faucet while he shaved.

On the day the cat passed, he jumped up on the sink as usual, had fun with with my friend before he went to work.  Cat passed away that day after the owner had left.
 
2013-03-04 02:58:20 PM

Egalitarian: My old cat died when I was gone on vacation. Poor caretakers found her curled up by my bed, dead. Sucked. I will be carrying guilt over this for the rest of my life and I have bad dreams about neglecting her, years after she passed.

That being said, here's a funny bit about vets from Alonzo Bodden. NSFW language.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I7GdSAjQqNw


Our 2.5 year old cat died while we were on vacation (long weekend). Our sitters found him on the floor in front of the door, as if waiting  for us to get there. They waited 24 hours till we got home to tell us (i can only imagine)...they were there when we pulled in.

It just so happened to be the day that hurricane sandy was rolling in...we had to be home by 3pm in order to avoid torrential rain. we just made it, only to find the sitters on the porch and the cat in the garage. dug a grave in the yard in a downpour.

man was that rough. best the vet could say was a bad heart (although he was absolutely fine before we left, and on Fri and Sat when the sitters checked). Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy, the vet said, where one of the first signs sometimes is...death.
 
2013-03-04 02:58:39 PM

mytdawg: I have a tendency to adopt older, less healthy shelter dogs (somebody has to) so I've had to do this quite a few times.  I've lost 3 in about the last 4 years actually.  Well I know where they are, they just don't wag anymore.

Last fall my father was in hospice and every other weekend I would drive the 500 +/- miles round trip to see him.  Just happened to be in town the weekend my domestic partner called crying and telling me I needed to come say goodbye to the dog.  Drove to her house, put him in the car and drove him to the vet for last rites.  Lost my dad and my dog in about 6 weeks.  The dog from a degenerative muscle disease and dad from pancreatic cancer.

I'll do it again too.  The oldest dog of them all...  RIP dad.

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Lost my dad to pancreatic cancer last summer.  4 weeks from diagnosis to casket.  Got home from the funeral and told my dog with complete sincerity that he's not allowed to die for at least a year (he's 11).  So far he's been sticking to the program, in fact he's asleep on my feet as I type this.  Miss my dad horribly; can't imagine losing my two best friends in the world in such close succession.
 
2013-03-04 03:02:47 PM
Have had to make this choice with several pets, always so hard. My childhood dog though was the first, and worst in its own way. I was like 16 and had been working for several years, so I had several thousand saved up. When my dog was diagnosed with cancer, I had the money to pursue pretty much any medical option I wanted. I talked with my dad about it, and made the decision not to do that. My father later told me he was prepared to get REALLY graphic with what his mother had gone through with cancer if I hadn't made 'the right' choice and tried to put her through chemo and whatnot.

Anyway, after the diagnosis she got better and was like her old self. About 3 months in I started convincing myself the vet was wrong. I got enough courage to even mention it out loud. That's when my father explained how it worked, that there was a temp. remission essentially then it was going to come back and be the end.

Six months in that's what happened. I came home from school, and she couldn't get up to greet me. It was her first and last bad day. I drove her alone to the vet (my parents came in another car). I talked with her, even though I knew she couldn't understand. I told her how much she meant to me in my life, how I didn't know what I was going to do without her, etc. fark it's been more than 20 years and I'm crying writing this.

I held her when she died. When she died, I tasted a penny in my mouth. I was an atheist at this time but I had no idea what that was. It was a strong thing, and had never happened to me. I thought...maybe it was Lucky 'passing', like some kind of soul or something. I didn't know, and was really confused.

My dad explained it was an adrenaline rush, but because it came when I was standing still, holding her, hyperfocused ...I really really noticed it. (My dad had experienced similar in a war).

I'm very grateful to my father for being honest with me with everything. He could have spun me bullshiat and lies or fairy stories to make me feel better, but he didn't. He just tried to be honest and compassionate. And I've told him how much that meant to me.

I still miss her, she was a very good dog, and my best unconditional friend of childhood.

/likes most animals better than people
 
2013-03-04 03:06:17 PM
Sorry, I've buried too many and watched them die. And I'm not harping on anything, but if a dog or cat you've adopted isn't part of your family and you have no feelings towards it's inevitable demise, you don't need to have a dog or cat.

Rant off.
 
2013-03-04 03:06:58 PM
Our rescue greyhound Jack was diagnosed with osteosarcoma in his left front leg last September. Since he was otherwise healthy as a horse at 6 years old and the cancer hadn't spread, we opted to have his leg amputated. Our local vet did the operation, but was in over her head with a greyhound. After the surgery, he was very weak and had to be hoisted up with a sling to get him to stand. He managed to go outside to do his business, most of the time, but it was tough for him to do so. Unfortunately, the wound began to seep as he was using muscles in his shoulder that were no longer attached to anything. The seepage eventually turned into a full-blown bleed, and a week after the surgery, we had to take him back in to be patched up.

When the vet removed the bandage, a fountain of blood shot out of his wound. He was also turning yellow from jaundice, as his liver was shutting down. The vet immediately put in a call to the OSU Veterinary Hospital in Columbus to have him admitted. We drove him down to Columbus that evening. They told us that he needed a lot of work, with at least two more surgeries to repair the damage. He also had blood in his stool and two nasty infections. Then they told us the estimated cost of $5000 to $9000. My wife and I looked at each other, then looked at Jack, lying there on the floor with his big goofy eyes. He wasn't ready to go yet, so we pulled out the credit card and filled out the paperwork.

Jack was at OSU (which has a special program for greyhounds - there's probably no better place for a sick or injured greyhound) for over a week. It was dicey for a while...the vet there would call me twice a day with updates. They performed surgery to remove more muscle tissue and his shoulder blade, which should have been removed in the first place. The Rimadyl pain killer that he had been prescribed was causing the blood in his stool, as greyhounds are sensitive to Rimadyl (which our vet didnt know). They also got the infections under control. When we went down to pick him up, there he was, standing on three legs, wagging his tail like a whip, all bandaged up with a funny haircut and a feeding tube going into his neck. The vets at OSU loved him, as they said they had never seen a greyhound put up such a fight to live. The total bill from OSU was $9048.32. We took out a 4-year loan to pay it off.

Eventually the cancer will come back and get him. It might be in six months, it might be in six years. We're hoping he outlives the loan. But, he's back to normal now (well, he didn't grow a new leg, but the other leg has a HUGE shoulder on it, and his neck muscles are massive, too). He still does laps around the yard like he used to, and it makes us get all teary-eyed when he does so.

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Every day that we have with Jack is a bonus. He just wasn't ready to give up yet.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1zDlqGecnco
 
2013-03-04 03:07:34 PM

CarnySaur: Has anyone had a pet just "die in their sleep"?  I'd like for the decision to be taken out of my hands just once, instead of having to go through all that trauma.


How I have wished for this.  More than anything.

But it never happens.
 
2013-03-04 03:10:05 PM
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2013-03-04 03:10:57 PM
Our boxer, Becky was the most loyal and friendly animals I have ever known...canine or human.  I grew up with her from about the age of 10 until I graduated college.  Experienced most of my formidable years with that dog, from a stupid kid running around the yard with her, to HS graduation and finally my first real job.  I was still living at home at the time, and she was about 13 years old...which for a boxer is an extremely long life.  My mother is a compassionate person and probably let her go a little too long.  We had adopted a whacked out beagle when she was around 8 or 9 and that kept her younger than her age for a while.  Finally, though, she became incontinent and the arthritis ravaged her.  She was getting spots and bumps all over and looked like she wanted to go....but was holding on.  Finally one night when I was home...my brother and sister still in college...my dad and I decided it was time.  I wasn't sad at the decision, I knew it was the right thing to do.  And I didn't feel the emotions as my dad drove to the vet, I was in the back of the van petting and soothing her.  I didn't, at the time, put together that this was going to be the last time she had a ride in the car...or that it was the last time I would be scratching her floppy ears.  She was the one constant for the last 13 years of my life, I was too young to realize a time without her.
Once inside the vet did it come together.  Seeing her on the table being prepped, it all hit me in a way that I've never felt before or since...even when I've lost relatives and friends.  I was inconsolable.  They injected her with the medicine and I pet her and rubbed her ears and whispered that I was sorry.  Then she let out her last gasp, the air fluttering between her boxer jowls.  The tears blinded me, and it was the first time I ever saw my dad cry.
On the way home, my dad stopped at a liquor store and bottle us a couple of tall cans for the ride home.  I'll never forget that dog and how she impacted my life.  Even now with my own boxer, its tough to describe the bond between a boy and his dog.
 
2013-03-04 03:12:15 PM
On Christmas Eve, I had  to have my sweet little calico cat put to sleep, and I'm still grieving over her.  She had been a feral kitten in Indianapolis, when I took her in.  Her kidneys were failing, she wouldn't eat,  and she was getting so weak and, I think, a  little out of her mind from the toxicity of the kidney failure.  The last few nights, I slept in a chair with her on my chest.  She was almost 18.

What a sweet little cat she was.  My best friend drove us to the vet, stayed with me while I held her, and then drove me home.  We were both crying.  I loved her so.  I had my husband put her ashes in a safe place, and told him when I die, I want her buried with me.
 
2013-03-04 03:12:50 PM

gja: KiltedBastich: Obligatory

Thank you for that. I needed that very much.


You're welcome; all I did was share it, the credit is rightfully with the Oatmeal, brilliant guy that he is.

My cat is turning 15 this year, and while her health is fantastic for a cat her age, the prospect that she has only a few years left fills me with dread. She's literally helped me hold it together during some of the darkest times in my life, just by curling up in my lap purring. Anyone who ever tells you that cats don't give a shiat about their people is full of it. She greets me when I come home, jumps in my lap every time I sit down, rubs her head against any part of me that happens to be nearby, and I wake up every morning with a purring cat curled up next to me, often tucked under my arm. It's meant an enormous amount for my mental stability over the years. I owe this cat, in ways I don't owe anyone else but my therapist. All I can do is take care of her as best I know how, and hope to be strong enough to handle the final form that care will almost inevitably take.
 
2013-03-04 03:13:22 PM

Ranger Joe: The Rimadyl pain killer that he had been prescribed was causing the blood in his stool, as greyhounds are sensitive to Rimadyl (which our vet didnt know).


Sorry, but no, they aren't.  You sure they didn't say barbiturates?
 
2013-03-04 03:15:44 PM
this thread gives me a sad :(
 
2013-03-04 03:19:27 PM

Cold_Sassy: CarnySaur: Has anyone had a pet just "die in their sleep"?  I'd like for the decision to be taken out of my hands just once, instead of having to go through all that trauma.

How I have wished for this.  More than anything.

But it never happens.


Out of seven departed pet rats we've had, three died in their sleep.

The others were sick and suffering, so we paid the goddamn vet $20 each to put them down.

$20 is about four times the replacement cost of a pet fancy rat.

It was worth it.

I've got a two and a half year old Sprague Dawley rat that won't be alive much longer.  His jaw is weak, so he only eats Cheerios, bananas, pudding, and little balls of coconut rice.

He slept on my neck last night.  I didn't want to disturb him, so I didn't move much.  Now my neck is painful and stiff.

Stupid rat.
 
2013-03-04 03:20:28 PM

Cold_Sassy: CarnySaur: Has anyone had a pet just "die in their sleep"?  I'd like for the decision to be taken out of my hands just once, instead of having to go through all that trauma.

How I have wished for this.  More than anything.

But it never happens.


Never happened to me either....sigh....just once I would like to have nature make that move before I have to!   Sat and watched my sister turn into a shell of her real self with stage 4 ovarian cancer and thought day after day, week after week, if that was me, I would want the easy way out.  Sucks that humans often don't get that option.  Witnessed too many people in my life who died in a slow torturous manner vs pets who went peacefully with a minimum of pain and stress.  And before any of you religious types decide to jump down my throat, spend 6 months in a cancer ward and THEN tell me it is a sin!  All the Hollywood cancer bullshiat doesn't even come close to what really happens in a cancer ward every day of the week!   If you don't believe me, ask me for details and I will tell you a story that makes Steven King stories sound like children's fairy tales!

My heart goes out to everyone who ever lost a member of their family, human or otherwise.  Loss and grief are a special kind of torture.
 
2013-03-04 03:22:20 PM
My dad just put down his dog after a brief but brutal battle with cancer, so I am not getting a kick...

/bye Tasha
 
2013-03-04 03:27:15 PM
There are few times when Farkers embarrass me. This is one of them.

God forbid any of you ever have to live through something of this nature. I hope you never have to answer the phone and hear your inconsolably weeping wife on the other end of the line as she mutters the only words she is able to muster "they cant find a heartbeat".

Anyone who does the "welcome to fark" meme can DIAF.
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2013-03-04 03:29:09 PM

MBooda: Anyone who does the "welcome to fark" meme can DIAF.


I've seen this one on and off and despite my initial/lazy research was unable to find the source of this meme. Was this a Fark original or what?
 
2013-03-04 03:31:30 PM
An ex-friend of mine had her dog (still pretty much a puppy) killed because it snapped at someone when they were walking it.  The phrase she used was "we helped her to sleep" as if the perfectly healthy, sweet dog wanted to die and she did it a favour. Farking coont. I wanted to help HER to sleep.
 
2013-03-04 03:33:56 PM

caddisfly: Lost my dad to pancreatic cancer last summer. 4 weeks from diagnosis to casket.


We had 3 months.  6 weeks in home and 6 in hospice.  I feel somewhat lucky that at least I had time to say goodbye.  Co-worker of mine went to Mexico and his dad collapsed and died while he was gone.  That would really suck.  As the only offspring and heir it was tough for me though.  Kind of an isolated feeling when everything seems to be dying around you.
 
2013-03-04 03:35:18 PM

KatjaMouse: MBooda: Anyone who does the "welcome to fark" meme can DIAF.

I've seen this one on and off and despite my initial/lazy research was unable to find the source of this meme. Was this a Fark original or what?


http://www.fark.com/comments/6799687/Clown-Car-drops-transmission-mi sc arries-on-lap-20

search for "fresnelmusic".

/grumble grumble gotta do all the work myself grumble
 
2013-03-04 03:36:35 PM

Dragonflew: An ex-friend of mine had her dog (still pretty much a puppy) killed because it snapped at someone when they were walking it.  The phrase she used was "we helped her to sleep" as if the perfectly healthy, sweet dog wanted to die and she did it a favour. Farking coont. I wanted to help HER to sleep.


This alone would have been enough for me to want to cut all ties with her and create a scorched earth policy among mutual friends. I would hope that my friends would be reasonable enough to blow her off and let her know why when she'd attempt to contact them.
 
2013-03-04 03:36:38 PM
Goddammitsomuch.

I know I shouldn't keep reading this thread but I can't stop. Maybe I just needed a good cry.
 
2013-03-04 03:40:15 PM
Izhn't dat veerd?
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2013-03-04 03:43:00 PM

KiltedBastich: Obligatory


That is hilarious and sad at the same time.
 
2013-03-04 03:44:58 PM

MBooda: KatjaMouse: MBooda: Anyone who does the "welcome to fark" meme can DIAF.

I've seen this one on and off and despite my initial/lazy research was unable to find the source of this meme. Was this a Fark original or what?

http://www.fark.com/comments/6799687/Clown-Car-drops-transmission-mi sc arries-on-lap-20

search for "fresnelmusic".

/grumble grumble gotta do all the work myself grumble


haha, "worst prank call ever"
 
2013-03-04 03:48:41 PM

KatjaMouse: chewielouie: And sometimes you go, before they do.

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Hachi: A Dog's Tale.  Stupid movie. *sniff*

They white washed a perfectly good, totally true story for no good reason. Faithful Dog Hachiko


Hollywood does that a lot if you haven't noticed. I guess they wanted to reach a wider audience. They still acknowledge the real Hachiko at the end. Nevertheless, the movie is still an effective tear-jerker for some, but not me of course. It's certainly better than Marley and Me. Theat movie could have been so much better.
 
2013-03-04 03:48:51 PM

MBooda: search for "fresnelmusic".

/grumble grumble gotta do all the work myself grumble


Thanks. I had been curious about where that one came from.
 
2013-03-04 03:49:45 PM

MBooda: There are few times when Farkers embarrass me. This is one of them.

God forbid any of you ever have to live through something of this nature. I hope you never have to answer the phone and hear your inconsolably weeping wife on the other end of the line as she mutters the only words she is able to muster "they cant find a heartbeat".

Anyone who does the "welcome to fark" meme can DIAF.
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I've been that weeping wife, as well, and with another one, I lay in a hospital bed for nine days after my water broke, praying for a miracle, breaking into little tiny pieces that have never yet knit back together, and never will, most likely, until the cord came out and my second-trimester baby died.  Love can come from anywhere, and pain follows.
 
2013-03-04 03:53:47 PM

CarnySaur: Has anyone had a pet just "die in their sleep"?  I'd like for the decision to be taken out of my hands just once, instead of having to go through all that trauma.


There's a unique perspective you need to take on this question, and here it is:
I can tell you from experience that if you wait long enough, this will happen.  If you wait that long, the animal is suffering needlessly, and they never "go peacefully".  Pets are more relaxed when their owners are with them at the end.  Pets always come to you when they're in need, and for you to not be there in their time of need when they're unable to come get you is certainly not helping their anxiety or stress of the situation since they don't know what's really going on.  Being there with them can make a huge difference.  Lastly and probably most importantly, you will agonize and torture yourself for NOT being there when it happened, more so if you knew it was wrong to wait it out so the decision would be out of your hands.

I know what I just said is opinionated, for sure.  I speak from an unfortunate amount of experience which has led me to A) Keep extra money in the bank for this situation for my pets so the excuse "I can't afford it" isn't valid.  B) Stop procrastinating when I know something isn't right, stop trying to ignore it etc C) Be more attentive and make every effort to know my pets health and their condition so I know when its time D) Get over the thought of "I can't take this kind of responsibility" and realize you did take it on when you got the pet.  It's your job to ensure well being and comfortable living conditions.

I know a lot of folk will argue about the pets ability to experience stress, anxiety, pain, discomfort, sadness, emotions, etc and they may have semi-valid arguments but anyone having lived with animals as family members knows that they can, and do have these types of experiences to an extent.  Humans do not uniquely experience these emotions in the animal kingdom.

/flame away
//very dusty now
///I am that crazy cat/rat guy.
 
2013-03-04 03:53:51 PM
When I'm pooping all over the house and don't care, I hope somebody has the courage to do the right thing.
 
2013-03-04 04:01:01 PM
<sad story bro>
When our dog was getting close to the end, I was in the vet office with her.  It was right next to the emergency room.  I am waiting patiently with a tired dog in pain.

I hear the rush outside and a commotion.  An older woman and a younger one can be heard rushing in with a dog that is not responsive.  I can hear the staff step into high gear and rush the dog back.  I listen to the distraught older woman tell the nurse that she had a normal morning, she fed the dog but he did no eat much, then he just sort of laid down.  He is just a young dog.  She is crying.  Her friend comforts her.

The emergency room staff returns.  The news is bad.  I can still hear her break down.  A broken heart.  "He was supposed to outlive me!" still echos.  Would she like to say goodbye?  She does.  Her friend tries in vain to comfort her.  I hear them leave crying.

All I can do is hold my tired old dog.

Our last trip there was a month later.  She could not move herself around.
</sad story bro>
 
2013-03-04 04:05:07 PM
This thread is making me miss my Schatzie somethin' fierce, and he's been gone since 2009.  My grandparents acquired him back in 2005, the only male in his litter. He was always a strange dog, very meek, didn't bark much (although he would howl in his sleep. Spookiest sound EVER), and was crazy intelligent.  He lived with me from 2005 to 2009, until I moved to an upstairs apartment that is hella strict on pets. At this point he had developed arthritis in his hips, a heart murmur, cataracts, and was going a bit deaf, and he never liked stairs anyway. I figured the best for him would be to live with my mom where he'd always be on the ground floor and have plenty of yard to roam in. Last time I saw him he was totally blind and deaf, and was in really bad shape. It's as if he gave up on life after he came to live with mom. You bet your ass I still feel guilty about this to this day. Would he have lasted longer if I had kept him with me? His quality of life would have been so much better, but... I just couldn't keep him. :(  Mom and Grandma discussed having him euthanized, and I warned my boss that when that day came I'd be a mess and a half.  He was euthanized December 11th of 2009, and i was told 3 days later, on my birthday.  Grandma saved his collar, which I stole off the kitchen counter before I went home. When spring came, she had his ashes buried with my grandpa.  Next day at work, I tried so hard to keep it together, but when one snotty customer commented, "Gee, SOMEONE must be having a bad day today," I bust into tears and nodded, which scared the crap out of her. Serves her right. Spent the rest of my day working in the stockroom being consoled by my boss.  I will still get choked up when I see mini Schnauzers. Seriously, I cannot watch that episode of Dogs 101 with Atticus, the mountain-climbing Schanuzer. I lose my shiat every time.

The worst part was that I told myself I'd be there when it was time for him to be euthanized, and I wasn't. I was going to be there to hold him and let him know he was my one true buddy. I was his favorite human; it was the least I could do. But I wasn't, and that still hurts.  I still dream about him sometimes; it's very bittersweet.

My Schatz would steal your lunch and steal your heart. He was weird as hell, smart as all get out, quirky and loveable... won over skittish toddlers and little old ladies with Alzheimer's (seriously, little old lady turns up on doorstep at 1 in the morning 'cuz she forgot where she lived. Schatz sat beside her and kept her company until the cops showed up to take her back home), and I miss the bejeezus out of him.

3/11/95 - 12/11/09
RIP, Mr. Barky Von Schauzer.
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2013-03-04 04:09:15 PM

nitefallz: I know a lot of folk will argue about the pets ability to experience stress, anxiety, pain, discomfort, sadness, emotions, etc and they may have semi-valid arguments but anyone having lived with animals as family members knows that they can, and do have these types of experiences to an extent. Humans do not uniquely experience these emotions in the animal kingdom.


In the last couple of decades, psychology has been vindicating you. Our experiences and those of animals differ in degree and complexity, but not in kind. They have the same brain areas as we do, that light up in similar ways to fundamentally similar things; it's just that our responses tend to be more complex because our brains are more complex. Emotion and instinct are far older than reason, after all, and it is not reason that is the seat of the experiences you list.
 
2013-03-04 04:10:29 PM

Bartleby the Scrivener: Egalitarian: My old cat died when I was gone on vacation. Poor caretakers found her curled up by my bed, dead. Sucked. I will be carrying guilt over this for the rest of my life and I have bad dreams about neglecting her, years after she passed.

That being said, here's a funny bit about vets from Alonzo Bodden. NSFW language.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I7GdSAjQqNw

Our 2.5 year old cat died while we were on vacation (long weekend). Our sitters found him on the floor in front of the door, as if waiting  for us to get there. They waited 24 hours till we got home to tell us (i can only imagine)...they were there when we pulled in.

It just so happened to be the day that hurricane sandy was rolling in...we had to be home by 3pm in order to avoid torrential rain. we just made it, only to find the sitters on the porch and the cat in the garage. dug a grave in the yard in a downpour.

man was that rough. best the vet could say was a bad heart (although he was absolutely fine before we left, and on Fri and Sat when the sitters checked). Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy, the vet said, where one of the first signs sometimes is...death.


that really sucks, my condolences.  )^:   My cat was fairly old and had kidney/bladder issues later in life, then her liver went downhill. Kitty systems failure. I was in denial when the vet told me in a broken voice that the cat's prognosis was the same as progressive liver disease in a human. I wasn't there to keep her warm and comfort her at the end.

In my dreams she's still alive but I can't find her, I haven't been taking good enough care of her, she might be dying. Dying of thirst, of starvation, of being caught in her own filth. I kind of wish the dreams would stop but I also kind of feel like I deserve it, because I wasn't there for her at the end.
 
2013-03-04 04:12:35 PM

crzybtch: Cold_Sassy: CarnySaur: Has anyone had a pet just "die in their sleep"?  I'd like for the decision to be taken out of my hands just once, instead of having to go through all that trauma.

How I have wished for this.  More than anything.

But it never happens.

Never happened to me either....sigh....just once I would like to have nature make that move before I have to!   Sat and watched my sister turn into a shell of her real self with stage 4 ovarian cancer and thought day after day, week after week, if that was me, I would want the easy way out.  Sucks that humans often don't get that option.  Witnessed too many people in my life who died in a slow torturous manner vs pets who went peacefully with a minimum of pain and stress.  And before any of you religious types decide to jump down my throat, spend 6 months in a cancer ward and THEN tell me it is a sin!  All the Hollywood cancer bullshiat doesn't even come close to what really happens in a cancer ward every day of the week!   If you don't believe me, ask me for details and I will tell you a story that makes Steven King stories sound like children's fairy tales!

My heart goes out to everyone who ever lost a member of their family, human or otherwise.  Loss and grief are a special kind of torture.


I'm very sorry for your loss.  That would be much, much more difficult to endure than having to take a pet in.
 
2013-03-04 04:13:06 PM

MBooda: There are few times when Farkers embarrass me. This is one of them.

God forbid any of you ever have to live through something of this nature. I hope you never have to answer the phone and hear your inconsolably weeping wife on the other end of the line as she mutters the only words she is able to muster "they cant find a heartbeat".

Anyone who does the "welcome to fark" meme can DIAF.
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I'm dead so I'm getting a kick out of this meme
 
2013-03-04 04:30:47 PM

Egalitarian: that really sucks, my condolences. )^: My cat was fairly old and had kidney/bladder issues later in life, then her liver went downhill. Kitty systems failure. I was in denial when the vet told me in a broken voice that the cat's prognosis was the same as progressive liver disease in a human. I wasn't there to keep her warm and comfort her at the end.

In my dreams she's still alive but I can't find her, I haven't been taking good enough care of her, she might be dying. Dying of thirst, of starvation, of being caught in her own filth. I kind of wish the dreams would stop but I also kind of feel like I deserve it, because I wasn't there for her at the end.


tnx, and you as well. don't beat yourself up too much (easier said than done, i know).
 
2013-03-04 04:45:39 PM
I just got a call at work about 1/2 hour ago. Xyla, my Rott/Lab mix of 12 years passed away today. She was a great friend.
 
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2013-03-04 04:50:21 PM

MBooda: There are few times when Farkers embarrass me. This is one of them.

God forbid any of you ever have to live through something of this nature. I hope you never have to answer the phone and hear your inconsolably weeping wife on the other end of the line as she mutters the only words she is able to muster "they cant find a heartbeat".

Anyone who does the "welcome to fark" meme can DIAF.
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I have been the man on the other end of the line. I then had to pull myself together and drive home in stunned disbelief. Numb. Cold from the inside out.
The ex had to have a D&C. It was twins. 1 tested to have been a boy. I spent the next month trying to get her through it, even though I need help with it myself. I was sick to my soul, heartbroken for her and just plain crestfallen for my own self.

I still have the damned sonograms. And the sadness.
 
2013-03-04 04:53:33 PM
We have one that we know the clock is ticking on right now.  This one absolutely owns us.  It's sad to know what's coming, but I have to remind my wife not to spend her days worrying about that.  Live where the little pooch is - which is right now.  She doesn't care about the future.  She just wants her leash and to ride around in her wagon and to harass the cats and OMG YOU HAVE CREAM CHEESE AND ITS FOR ME OMG OMG and to kick back in the sun on the porch swing and to herd the chickens and to jump on and off the bed ... so on and so forth.  I'll take every happy minute I can get with her.
 
2013-03-04 04:54:58 PM
Very dusty in here today.

/Dreading the day I have to say goodbye to my dog
//Basenji - the bane of my existence
///Love her more than most things in life
 
2013-03-04 05:37:30 PM
My cat is 10 years old and in good health, but I had a hard time reading that article. Do not want to think about that time, it will be a hard decision but the correct one.
 
2013-03-04 05:42:46 PM
Pet has a Facebook page? You're a douche. When I out my corgi T-Bear down the worst part was the realization that I was going to have to make that decision. When that day came I stayed by his side and felt happy that my best friend was no longer suffering. I lost a brother to AIDS prior to that so I'm sure that helped soften the blow. Still sucks though. :/
 
2013-03-04 05:44:56 PM

Bane of Broone: Pet has a Facebook page? You're a douche. When I out my corgi T-Bear down the worst part was the realization that I was going to have to make that decision. When that day came I stayed by his side and felt happy that my best friend was no longer suffering. I lost a brother to AIDS prior to that so I'm sure that helped soften the blow. Still sucks though. :/


*out=put
 
2013-03-04 05:52:03 PM

Bane of Broone: Bane of Broone: Pet has a Facebook page? You're a douche. When I out my corgi T-Bear down the worst part was the realization that I was going to have to make that decision. When that day came I stayed by his side and felt happy that my best friend was no longer suffering. I lost a brother to AIDS prior to that so I'm sure that helped soften the blow. Still sucks though. :/

*out=put


My neighbor gave his dog an FB page soley to have a mouthpiece to spout his right-wing Rush crazy-speak.
 
2013-03-04 06:00:20 PM
My ex-wife rescued my cat Deckard from Animal Control some time in 2000. He was a stray and had pneumonia, but we got him medicine and he bounced right back. He was always a fairly sedentary cat and a bit on the large side (he topped out at 18.5 pounds).

Last spring, I felt a lump in his upper leg. It turned out to be a fiber sarcoma; basically a rock-hard mass that's very aggressive. It was caused by one of his vaccinations; one of those "rare chance but it might happen" things. The recommended treatment is removal of the leg plus radiation and chemotherapy. At this point, the cat was pushing 16, so I decided not to put him through it. It took him a day to fully recover from his last dental cleaning when it usually took him an hour or so. I knew he was slowing down.

For the next 8 months, a barely detectable lump slowly got bigger. Visibly noticeable. Bigger, then really big. I knew what the eventual outcome would be, and every day I started wondering how much longer we had with him. The same weekend that Hurricane Sandy hit (I'm in VA, so we just got a lot of rain), the lump turned purple. I'd thought it started killing off the surrounding flesh and possibly had gone necrotic. I steeled myself and took him to the vet, ready to put him down.

Turns out it was infected and filled with pus. The vet was able to drain 100ccs of fluid, improve his condition, put him on antibiotics, and sent him home with a follow-up appointment in a week. You'd think that was relief, but it wasn't. Now I was counting days and examining his wound every day. It gave me some serious anxiety because when I woke up every morning, I didn't know what I'd find. His death had gone from "sometime" to "soon" and was becoming more and more imminent and evident.

5 nights later, I noticed the area had turned purple again. Deckard climbed into the bed between myself and my wife and was extra affectionate as another poster has described. He stayed there all night. The next morning we woke up and the mass had broken his skin. He had a weeping hole in his leg and we knew it was time. The family said goodbye and my wife took him to the vet. I couldn't do it. Funny enough, we were due to visit my grandparents in North Carolina that day. When my childhood pet died in 1999, we were also due to visit them. My sister and I stayed behind to deal with the dog then. This time, my wife stayed, and I managed to make it through the visit, taking the kids with me.

Not once did he indicate he was in pain. He didn't stop eating, he didn't neglect the litter box, and acted 100% normal. If he didn't have a giant lump sticking out of his leg, you wouldn't have known anything was wrong. Since I got Deckard, I'd had a son, divorced, remarried, and inherited a stepson. The day I put Deckard down, I realized he had been with me longer than anyone else in the household.

Hard? Yeah, you bet. Awesome cat and glad he was with me all that time. Anyway, seems like the right thread to share that story. If I had image hosting somewhere, I'd post a pic too.
 
2013-03-04 06:27:04 PM

mytdawg: We had 3 months.


I feel for you. It was the same for us when my dad died. It was liver cancer though. I thought that people dying of cancer spend their last couple of days asleep or at least not really aware of what's going on.
Not my dad. He just lost the ability to control his body and it really scared him. He kept asking people to move his arms because he couldn't. Seriously, fark cancer.
 
2013-03-04 07:00:54 PM

dersk: If you own a pet, it will almost certainly die before you and you will be ethically responsible for giving it a good death. Stop your wallying about sending it to heaven. If the animal's in distress and won't get better man up / ovary up and put it down.


This. And let's not underplay the role of the vet in allowing us those ethics. My elderly parents were played like a cheap violin by a large corporate vet chain when it was time to put our cancer racked 17yo cat to sleep. Basically, they told smiley lies about "it might just be pancreatitis...try the tube feeding." Our kitty was not our kitty after that tube went in. 3 days later she gave up on her own. Damn McVet outfit wouldn't even give her the shot at the very end because the one DVM on duty couldn't be bothered to okay it.
 
2013-03-04 07:40:20 PM
i182.photobucket.com

It's been about a month since this little guy passed in his sleep.  He wasn't quite so little at the time.  I'm still kicking myself that I didn't at least stick my fingers through the bars when I heard him getting a drink right after I'd gotten into bed.  He was a wonderful little snuggler.  Loved to sit in my lap or in my shirt while I was playing video games, or enjoy lots of petting when I was just watching TV.

This is the first time I've been ratless in almost a decade...

/dusty in here
 
2013-03-04 07:52:50 PM

CarnySaur: Has anyone had a pet just "die in their sleep"?  I'd like for the decision to be taken out of my hands just once, instead of having to go through all that trauma.


Yes, actually. Or close enough to sleep. This past January, my beloved 18-year-old cat passed away very much on her own. She essentially stopped eating, lost weight, even stopped grooming in her last days. She didn't act like she was in any pain. She just... faded away. The last time I saw her even her eyes had dimmed.

Hers was a very natural, quiet death, in her own home, on a small, comfortable pet bed. I'm glad I didn't have to decide for her. She was a tough, willful old cat, and I think she went out just the way she would have wanted to.

i50.tinypic.com
Ahh, I miss you, Hazel.

/Okay, now I need a moment...
 
2013-03-04 08:18:41 PM

gja: MBooda: There are few times when Farkers embarrass me. This is one of them.

God forbid any of you ever have to live through something of this nature. I hope you never have to answer the phone and hear your inconsolably weeping wife on the other end of the line as she mutters the only words she is able to muster "they cant find a heartbeat".

Anyone who does the "welcome to fark" meme can DIAF.
[webpages.charter.net image 720x538]

I have been the man on the other end of the line. I then had to pull myself together and drive home in stunned disbelief. Numb. Cold from the inside out.
The ex had to have a D&C. It was twins. 1 tested to have been a boy. I spent the next month trying to get her through it, even though I need help with it myself. I was sick to my soul, heartbroken for her and just plain crestfallen for my own self.

I still have the damned sonograms. And the sadness.


Same here last September. Worst feeling on Earth hearing her heart breaking on the other end of the line followed by a mad dash to her at the doc's office then...just sadness and heartache, trying to be strong for her but busting up on the inside too.
 
2013-03-04 08:44:17 PM
My family once had a cat who was very overweight. We knew she wasn't in great health (she didn't poop in the box and couldn't thoroughly groom herself) but we never took her to the vet on the grounds that it was "too expensive". I was always a little pissed about that, but I was kind of mean to her, too - giving her a good smack was the only way I knew how to move her from where she was sitting. Needless to say I felt pretty guilty when she turned up dead one day. She was lying in the floor as if she'd just collapsed mid-stride. We're pretty sure we had a heart attack, but (again, to my regret) we never had an autopsy done.
 
2013-03-04 08:45:38 PM
FARK! You guys are killing me! Can't sit here and read fark without blubbering like a little baby-child!

/3 tiger cats: my streak consists of: Molly the matriarch 13 yrs, C.C. (Carbon Copy) also known as The right hand and Doppleganger 12,  and finally Random Tiger Car aka Randy, the young, rash, risk taker, he is also fat and 2 yrs old.
// can't forget about Buddy the Dog, came to us in the middle of the winter. His collar was wrapped in half a roll of duct tape attached to a 6 inch D ring. He was less than 20 lbs and sick. He is now healthy and happy and my best friend for 3 years.
/// I'll die a little inside whe they each die. Like them better than most people
 
2013-03-04 08:51:45 PM

GreatPenguin: We're pretty sure she had a heart attack, but (again, to my regret) we never had an autopsy done.


FTFMe.
Go home GreatPenguin. You're drunk.
 
2013-03-04 09:26:21 PM

RatMaster999: [i182.photobucket.com image 720x540]

It's been about a month since this little guy passed in his sleep.  He wasn't quite so little at the time.  I'm still kicking myself that I didn't at least stick my fingers through the bars when I heard him getting a drink right after I'd gotten into bed.  He was a wonderful little snuggler.  Loved to sit in my lap or in my shirt while I was playing video games, or enjoy lots of petting when I was just watching TV.

This is the first time I've been ratless in almost a decade...

/dusty in here


Sorry about your loss. I've grown incredibly fond of rats in the last 5 years. I have a couple dogs now, but holding off on getting another rat. My last guy, Sherman (General Sherm, Sherm the Worm), was a blue dumbo and was such a bro. Potty trained and playful as all hell. The next one is gonna have tough competition so I'm in no rush.
 
2013-03-04 10:41:41 PM
From the times I've had to sit next to a dog as the barbiturate took effect, some observations:

* When it's time, do it. Don't make them suffer. Better to look back and think they still had a good quality of life when they passed, instead of begging for death.

* Keeping your sh-t together so you don't freak out your companion helps you keep your sh-t together.

* An injection of surgical anaesthesia is a quick and painless way to go.

* Look into private shelters / animal rights groups for cremation.

It's a bitter experience, but many people have gone through it.

Also, there are a lot of animals in tough situations out there. When one of your companions passes on, there's an appropriate mourning period. But life goes on. Maybe rescuing another one would be the best tribute to your friend.
 
2013-03-04 11:02:15 PM

Bane of Broone: RatMaster999: [i182.photobucket.com image 720x540]

It's been about a month since this little guy passed in his sleep.  He wasn't quite so little at the time.  I'm still kicking myself that I didn't at least stick my fingers through the bars when I heard him getting a drink right after I'd gotten into bed.  He was a wonderful little snuggler.  Loved to sit in my lap or in my shirt while I was playing video games, or enjoy lots of petting when I was just watching TV.

This is the first time I've been ratless in almost a decade...

/dusty in here

Sorry about your loss. I've grown incredibly fond of rats in the last 5 years. I have a couple dogs now, but holding off on getting another rat. My last guy, Sherman (General Sherm, Sherm the Worm), was a blue dumbo and was such a bro. Potty trained and playful as all hell. The next one is gonna have tough competition so I'm in no rush.


Thanks.  The only bad thing about having rats is their super short lifespans.  Sherman sounds like he was a good friend.  Though if you do decide to have another rat, I suggest getting two of them.  They're so socially inclined, being alone isn't the best for them.  They might get along with your dog, too, though, to some extent.

/wish I had the space for a dog
 
2013-03-05 03:06:07 AM

CarnySaur: Has anyone had a pet just "die in their sleep"?  I'd like for the decision to be taken out of my hands just once, instead of having to go through all that trauma.


I'd actually called the vet to make a house call and euthanize both of my most recent dogs, but they passed away in their sleep before the appointment day came, thank goodness. When it came time to bury them...I turned into a blubbering, inconsolable, screaming mass in the yard. It was bad enough in front of my family, but to turn into some emotional blob in front of the vet (even though I love my vet) was almost too much to even consider. I am not an emotional person generally, so it's all very foreign to me most days.

Paige died in 2009, was a 12 years old Australian Shepherd x Rottweiler mix we adopted from the pound. Died of metastatic liver cancer. Best guard dog ever made, yet she'd carry baby chicks in her mouth that got separated from the mother hens. She passed away overnight on our front porch on her favorite rug the morning before the vet was due to arrive.

Our second dog Maia died last May, she was a 13 year old Rottweiler x Black Lab mix, also a pound dog. She was an 80lb lap dog, or so she thought. She had a bad reaction to her last rabies vaccination which caused her to develop a high fever which resolved but left lingering and lasting neurological issues. She couldn't walk without looking like she was on a ship rocking in a storm, she couldn't control her bowels/bladder, she couldn't eat on her own very well. She was still in there and you could see her getting frustrated when she'd fall over outside and couldn't get back on her feet and the look of resignation in her eyes when you'd have to help her stand up. After suffering for a year and getting worse with seizures that left her debilitated for long periods of time, we decided it was time to call the vet. I called and made an appointment for the next Monday, we'd say our goodbyes over the weekend. Over the weekend however she had a rare good day, she was for lack of a better word, normal. I'd gotten home from running errands in town and shared with her half of my sandwich while we sat out in the spring sun and I planted flowerpots. I went inside to do some dishes and came back out to the garage and she had passed away curled up in her bed. I sat on the garage floor in her bed holding her and being a blubbering mess till my husband got home and he joined me.

Thanks to faulty ovaries I am incapable of having children, so I guess I make up for it with my pets, they fill that void for me. For weeks after Maia passed away, I found myself taking a scoop of food to the garage for her...calling her when I'd call for our newest dog. Or finding her collar on the pegs in the mud room and breaking down.

I couldn't even make it through that article without it being in the middle of a dust storm in here. :(
 
2013-03-05 08:30:02 AM
just shoot the bastard
 
2013-03-05 10:32:36 AM
I'm really going to be in the shiat when my fiance's parrot dies.  He's about 3 now and super cute and companionable, and he should stay that way for the next 20 years before he starts to go downhill.  She loves him at least as much as me, I can only imagine how farking wrecked she'll be when he passes away.  I get up and offer him greetings every morning, and when he comes out of his cage and wants to climb up on my shoulder I always tell him, "All aboard the dad train!  Chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga... PEEP PEEP."  He usually does the last part with me.  It will literally be like we had a child die in their mid twenties.
 
2013-03-05 10:43:32 AM
I've always hated having pets, simply for this reason.  They don't last forever, and the pain generated by their loss, and your guilt at "pulling the plug" whether it might have been too soon, or even too late,  or perhaps "missing" symptoms that led to their demise, can last with you for, at least seemingly, the rest of your life.  To me, that severely outweighs the good times you have with them.

Every now and then, I'm reminded of their final trips to the vet, or of finding one of them after he had vomited all over the house, and choked to death with his bulging eyes and his claws buried in the baseboards after what seemed likely to have been about a half-hour's worth of suffering.  I feel that pain anew, and my eyes mist over every single time I think of any of them.

I now have two cats and a dog, and one-by-one, they'll be gone in (in a best case scenario) some heartwrenching scenario where I'll likely have to condemn them to death due to not having the significant funds required to sustain their lives as things begin failing due to old age, or some other health concern.  One cat (whose sister recently died) is clearly nearing that stage himself, and I have to relate that with a cat who follows me around, hops into my lap, and seemingly wants nothing more than to rub his face against my chin and head, and then sleep on me.

I have only ever purchased an animal once, who had to be put to sleep a year ago due to a complication caused by an abscessed tooth, and resultant brain damage caused by seemingly improper costly treatment attempts whose prices almost made me lose my apartment.  The rest I've had foisted onto me by well meaning people who wanted pets for themselves and/or who thought I should have a cat because I love cats.

It's not "if" but "when" and the kindest thing my parents ever did for me was put down the family pets over the years without letting me know it was coming.  At one point, they felt I was old enough to go to the vet to participate, with one of the cats that were always known as my cat... the cat who seemingly detested and despised every human being but me. They were trying to hold her down on the table, and she was squirming around.. the only way to calm her was to crouch and get to her eye-level. It was over 25 years ago, and I'm openly crying right now as I remember seeing that trust in her eyes, and seeing her relax ahead of the shot that would end her life, and then finally seeing the life drain from those huge orbs of black circled by gold as she began to stare into oblivion.

I've dug many holes at my parents house, and vividly recall shoveling dirt down on the family dog, with whom we'd made the mistake of placing his collar on his shrouded form, and the shovelfuls of dirt rang the collar with what had been the dog's distinctive sound whenever he was excited to see you come home from school. The other mistake in that burial, which took me longer than I thought possible to get over, was that the dog's favorite blanket wasn't buried with him.

These are the horrors I think of whenever their name is mentioned, or I remember anything about them or their antics.. it always leads to their endings.  I don't want more pets.
 
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