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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.

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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.
 
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