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2013-07-19 11:04:26 AM  
Way to go, bumming me out on a Friday subby.
t0.gstatic.com
 
2013-07-19 11:17:35 AM  
www.digitaltrends.com

R.I.P.
 
2013-07-19 11:17:43 AM  
Just another story to distract us from the atrocities set upon us by a corrupt government.
 
2013-07-19 11:18:07 AM  
A nice final picture:

fbcdn-sphotos-b-a.akamaihd.net
 
2013-07-19 11:18:47 AM  
I remember the story here last year.

dammit it's dusty as fark around here
 
2013-07-19 11:18:58 AM  
Dusty in here.

/// snif
 
2013-07-19 11:19:12 AM  
I still get the feeling that this guy kept his dog around a little too long... but it doesn't make it any less sad.

I'll drop a Snausage on the curb today.
 
2013-07-19 11:21:21 AM  
Read that last night.

Dusty.
 
2013-07-19 11:21:24 AM  
Dogs die. That's what they do.
 
2013-07-19 11:21:44 AM  
blog.seattlepi.com


This dog is dead too.
 
2013-07-19 11:22:24 AM  
Gonna go hug the doggies, hug the doggies.
 
2013-07-19 11:22:48 AM  
"Life is a series of dogs"
 
2013-07-19 11:24:41 AM  

Englebert Slaptyback: Gonna go hug the doggies, hug the doggies.


Jimmie two-times?

/get the papers
 
2013-07-19 11:25:49 AM  
:(


The owner is kind of hot. But it might just be because he took his old dog swimming to ease his arthritis. Don't care. Awesome, sad story.

/dusty
 
2013-07-19 11:26:25 AM  

WayneKerr: Just another story to distract us from the atrocities set upon us by a corrupt government.


I live in Virginia so I definitely know what you're talking about.
How you doin Bobby Mac and Kenny Kooki? Still corrupt? Yep, thought so.
Doesn't help that I also live outside the world headquarters for corruption, Washington DC.
 
2013-07-19 11:27:04 AM  
up-ship.com
 
2013-07-19 11:31:35 AM  
Fark, he was 20?

/really sad
 
2013-07-19 11:31:43 AM  
20 years old?  That's pretty incredible for a big dog.
 
2013-07-19 11:31:53 AM  
Just took mine to the vet this morning for shots and checkup.  Other than getting poked, she thought it was a pretty fun trip.  Dusty in here.
 
2013-07-19 11:32:20 AM  

OtherLittleGuy: [up-ship.com image 720x540]


Damn you.
 
2013-07-19 11:32:24 AM  
www.stoogeworld.com

RIP Shemp
 
2013-07-19 11:33:03 AM  

OtherLittleGuy: [up-ship.com image 720x540]


You just had to go there.

/damn, it's mighty dusty now
 
2013-07-19 11:33:51 AM  
Glad to see this story. It's a nice contrast to the other dog story that happened in the Twin Cities this week. WARNING: you'll want to punch your monitor. And cry.  http://www.twincities.com/localnews/ci_23688659/savage-man-accused-be a ting-dog-sledgehammer
 
2013-07-19 11:36:18 AM  
Had to put my boxer down of only 10 years, I still get depressed about it. Looking for him sleeping on the couch.
 
2013-07-19 11:38:00 AM  
I came to Fark for a laugh this morning after getting some pretty rotten news and then I saw this. Ug.

Oh, and what was that rotten news? The 6-month-old puppy that is my 6-year-old's favorite thing in the world has to be put to sleep. It's being done today and we have to tell her tonight. This is going to be rough.
 
2013-07-19 11:38:10 AM  

KellyKellyKelly: A nice final picture:

[fbcdn-sphotos-b-a.akamaihd.net image 720x960]


It's been schoepped, I can tell from the pixels.
 
2013-07-19 11:38:33 AM  
If it was a Black Lab this wouldn't have even made the news.
 
2013-07-19 11:39:50 AM  
He didn't seem to be much of a swimmer...
 
2013-07-19 11:40:24 AM  
For anyone wishing to offer condolences, his facebook group is https://www.facebook.com/Schoep.and.John
 
2013-07-19 11:40:51 AM  
So, it's the dog that saved John Lennon?
 
2013-07-19 11:41:11 AM  

stuhayes2010: Had to put my boxer down of only 10 years, I still get depressed about it. Looking for him sleeping on the couch.


Worst time for me was the first few days of coming home to a quiet house...
 
2013-07-19 11:46:47 AM  

Pray 4 Mojo: stuhayes2010: Had to put my boxer down of only 10 years, I still get depressed about it. Looking for him sleeping on the couch.

Worst time for me was the first few days of coming home to a quiet house...


It's terrible.  To wait to hear that jingling collar, ticking toenails on the hardwood.

I don't care for this story.  Not at all.  And yes, dogs die, and yes there are worse things going on in the world...but unfortunately there is no ceiling on sadness or depressing news. There's always room for more.
 
2013-07-19 11:47:03 AM  
RIP Schoep. Good Boy.


Pray 4 Mojo [TotalFark]
stuhayes2010: Had to put my boxer down of only 10 years, I still get depressed about it. Looking for him sleeping on the couch.

Worst time for me was the first few days of coming home to a quiet house.


I still think I hear mine, years later.
 
2013-07-19 11:47:08 AM  

WayneKerr: Dogs die. That's what they do.


Buzzharsher
 
2013-07-19 11:47:36 AM  
Last week my 14 year old German Shepherd died and 3 months ago we lost our 10 year old German Shepherd. After reading this, I'm having a hard time not crying right here in my cubical.
 
2013-07-19 11:48:59 AM  

FarkingReading: I came to Fark for a laugh this morning after getting some pretty rotten news and then I saw this. Ug.

Oh, and what was that rotten news? The 6-month-old puppy that is my 6-year-old's favorite thing in the world has to be put to sleep. It's being done today and we have to tell her tonight. This is going to be rough.


Holy shiat...

Sorry for y'all's loss. :(


There's a story about a cop with a unicorn head posing with a porn star. That might help? Probably not.

Seriously very sorry. With I had something inspirational to say, but that simply sucks. *hugs*
 
2013-07-19 11:49:25 AM  
OC left a few weeks ago.  He was probably 16-17 years old.  Shortly after I moved into this house, 22 years ago, we started seeing the little orange kitty with the big-ass head in our backyard.  Sometime in 2003, during a heavy snow storm, we made him a little place under the back porch.  He lived there and in our yard until a few weeks ago.  At one point brought home a little chippy and knocked her up.  We adopted two of the kittens and gave the third away prior to snagging her and taking her to 10th Life to get fixed.  I tried to snag OC (Orange Cat, Outside Cat, Other Cat, whatever) a couple of times and came back with bloody stumps trying to get him in a carrier.  OC and Oreo were Man and Wife.  They loved each other and lived in our yard.  They slept together, ate together, and had babies they raised.  He was a good Dad.

We went to the ballgame on Saturday night.  Came home and checked on him on the back porch.  When I got up the next morning, he was gone.  He hasn't come back, and won't.  Over the past couple of years, he has rarely ventured out of our yard due to his age, so I know why he left.  He went to the bridge, and is waiting there with Guinness, JR, and Dreidel (Dreidel died last fall at about 15 and was probably OC's "cousin").  We used to sit on the back porch and listen to the game, or some blues in the evening while I had a drink and he made sure some of him was touching me.

I miss him.  Haven't really conceptualized it until just now.  Mama Kitty is still around but won't let us pet her.

Sorry for the "Sad Story, Bro."
 
2013-07-19 11:49:42 AM  

bambi121899: Glad to see this story. It's a nice contrast to the other dog story that happened in the Twin Cities this week. WARNING: you'll want to punch your monitor. And cry.  http://www.twincities.com/localnews/ci_23688659/savage-man-accused-be a ting-dog-sledgehammer


notgonnaclicknotgonnaclicknotgonnaclick
 
2013-07-19 11:50:00 AM  

Pray 4 Mojo: stuhayes2010: Had to put my boxer down of only 10 years, I still get depressed about it. Looking for him sleeping on the couch.

Worst time for me was the first few days of coming home to a quiet house...


Ugh. Just reading that makes my heart hurt.
 
2013-07-19 11:51:10 AM  

FarkingReading: I came to Fark for a laugh this morning after getting some pretty rotten news and then I saw this. Ug.

Oh, and what was that rotten news? The 6-month-old puppy that is my 6-year-old's favorite thing in the world has to be put to sleep. It's being done today and we have to tell her tonight. This is going to be rough.


I'm sorry.

that's all I can offer.  I'm really sorry.
 
2013-07-19 11:51:28 AM  

FarkingReading: I came to Fark for a laugh this morning after getting some pretty rotten news and then I saw this. Ug.

Oh, and what was that rotten news? The 6-month-old puppy that is my 6-year-old's favorite thing in the world has to be put to sleep. It's being done today and we have to tell her tonight. This is going to be rough.


Christ, I can't take any more of this thread. That said, good luck with your little girl tonight, FR
 
2013-07-19 11:52:09 AM  
Well, at 20, that's about the equivalent of a 93 year old.  Glad Schoep had a loving owner for such a long time.

Another sad piece of the story (from the articles on the side bar):  In January, the husband of the photographer who took the original photo died in an accident when his snowmobile broke through the ice on Lake Superior
 
2013-07-19 11:52:14 AM  
Well, at least he had a good life (for a dog) and a kind, caring owner who saw to it that everything that could be done to ease his suffering, was.

Not like the dumba*s I saw yesterday at our local farmer's market.  94 degrees, his poor dog iwth no shade, standing on the blacktop drivway burning through its paw pads.

WTF you morons?  Leave your farking dog at home, stupid tools.
 
2013-07-19 11:53:07 AM  

WayneKerr: Dogs die. That's what they do.


So do people. But I feel worse when dogs die than I do when most people die. Cause, you know, people suck. And you are proof.
 
2013-07-19 11:54:36 AM  

darth_badger: [blog.seattlepi.com image 275x378]


This dog is dead too.
blog.seattlepi.com


I heard he escaped to Argentina and changed his name to 'Muffin'.
 
2013-07-19 11:54:41 AM  
What this article failed to mention is that Schoep's person received so much money to help with the treatments that he has set the extra aside to help other low income people in the area pay for veterinary services. He recognizes the advantages that the companionship of an animal can provide so he wants to help others as he and Schoep were helped.

Good doggie! RIP
 
2013-07-19 11:54:43 AM  
furry romps and healing drool slung in your general direction
even Washington wept when he had to put his dog down
it's the only reason I give a pass for a man to weep publicly
 
2013-07-19 11:55:47 AM  

Kid Shelleen: OC left a few weeks ago.  

Sorry for the "Sad Story, Bro."


Oh dear.....I too have an OC, mine's HC (Homeless Cat).  He's been around since I moved in just over a year ago.  I hope I can get him in a carrier before snow flies this year, even if it's only for TNR.

I also have 3 inside cats, but this story just reminds me that my 13 year old Himi is probably not long for this world.  *sigh*  He's just old.
 
2013-07-19 11:55:58 AM  

FarkingReading: I came to Fark for a laugh this morning after getting some pretty rotten news and then I saw this. Ug.

Oh, and what was that rotten news? The 6-month-old puppy that is my 6-year-old's favorite thing in the world has to be put to sleep. It's being done today and we have to tell her tonight. This is going to be rough.


Why does he have to be put to sleep?
 
2013-07-19 11:56:41 AM  
"It would have been better if men and dogs grew from boyhood and puppyhood together, and in so doing pass on together. However, nature is not so ordered. So long as there are dogs and men, dogs will die, and men will weep for them." -- Burton Spiller
 
2013-07-19 11:57:49 AM  
My dog is 12, has knee issues, and is right at the life expectancy for the two breeds that make up his mix. I've already said I'm using several thousand slaves to build a pyramid for him when he goes.
 
2013-07-19 11:58:15 AM  

Pray 4 Mojo: I still get the feeling that this guy kept his dog around a little too long... but it doesn't make it any less sad.

I'll drop a Snausage on the curb today.


Also, I've been trying to email you a proper thank-you, but your email hates me.
 
2013-07-19 11:58:49 AM  

TommyymmoT: darth_badger: [blog.seattlepi.com image 275x378]


This dog is dead too.
[blog.seattlepi.com image 275x378]

I heard he escaped to Argentina and changed his name to 'Muffin'.


Hey... haven't seen you around... but thanks for the TF!
 
2013-07-19 11:59:42 AM  

megarian: Pray 4 Mojo: I still get the feeling that this guy kept his dog around a little too long... but it doesn't make it any less sad.

I'll drop a Snausage on the curb today.

Also, I've been trying to email you a proper thank-you, but your email hates me.


It's like a thank you party up in here!!!

Welcome... btw.
 
2013-07-19 11:59:44 AM  
FTFA: When reached on Thursday, Stonehouse Hudson focused on the positive: "Schoep and John had an amazing relationship ... I hope that people can give John some space and privacy for now ... he just lost his best friend."

Efforts to reach Unger on Thursday evening were unsuccessful.


. . .

[Reporter} Molly Guthrey can be reached at 651-228-5505.

I've a mind to call Ms. Guthrey and tell her she's an obtuse twit.
 
2013-07-19 12:00:34 PM  

bambi121899: Glad to see this story. It's a nice contrast to the other dog story that happened in the Twin Cities this week. WARNING: you'll want to punch your monitor. And cry.  http://www.twincities.com/localnews/ci_23688659/savage-man-accused-be a ting-dog-sledgehammer


... he later told police he had attempted to kill the dog because it was old, could barely walk and had defecated on the floor.   Sounds like he's describing himself.  Deserves the same "euthanization" method, also.

/Go kill yourself you old bastard.
 
2013-07-19 12:00:45 PM  

Satan's Bunny Slippers: Kid Shelleen: OC left a few weeks ago.  

Sorry for the "Sad Story, Bro."

Oh dear.....I too have an OC, mine's HC (Homeless Cat).  He's been around since I moved in just over a year ago.  I hope I can get him in a carrier before snow flies this year, even if it's only for TNR.

I also have 3 inside cats, but this story just reminds me that my 13 year old Himi is probably not long for this world.  *sigh*  He's just old.


We adopted a stray that showed up outside one day.  She was probably around 3 months old, and nothing but skin and bones. She had a badly infected eye as well.  It was completely closed.  I fed her a couple times, then came home from work one day to find her curled up and sleeping in the mulch near the front door.  Broke my heart.  I was able to get her in a carrier by Macguyvering that shiat with some fishing line.  I put some food in the back of the carrier, then yanked the door shut when she went in.  She is now one of our indoor cats, and completely healthy.  I've had lots of cats over the years, and she is by far the sweetest.  Always wants to be pet, and loves to chirp and talk to you.  She and the cat we already had are now best buds.
 
2013-07-19 12:00:48 PM  

jankyboy: "It would have been better if men and dogs grew from boyhood and puppyhood together, and in so doing pass on together. However, nature is not so ordered. So long as there are dogs and men, dogs will die, and men will weep for them." -- Burton Spiller


"Old men miss many dogs." Steve Allen I think.
 
2013-07-19 12:01:39 PM  

Englebert Slaptyback: Gonna go hug the doggies, hug the doggies.


Fark Me with a Chainsaw: Englebert Slaptyback: Gonna go hug the doggies, hug the doggies.

Jimmie two-times?

/get the papers

 
2013-07-19 12:01:56 PM  

FarkingReading:
I came to Fark for a laugh this morning after getting some pretty rotten news and then I saw this. Ug.

Oh, and what was that rotten news? The 6-month-old puppy that is my 6-year-old's favorite thing in the world has to be put to sleep. It's being done today and we have to tell her tonight. This is going to be rough.


For the right amount, I'll 'break' into your 'house' and 'steal' said 'puppy' from your 'child'. But you're gonna have to take to pup to the vet. I've had to do that with a cocker spaniel and two cats. It doesn't get easier.

To make it look good, I'll also grab the big screen (non refundable) cause we don't want the kid to ask you in ten years "Why did the bad man only take my puppy and pistol whip daddy?"
 
2013-07-19 12:04:11 PM  
That's sad.  He had a good life, though.
 
2013-07-19 12:05:15 PM  

bambi121899: Glad to see this story. It's a nice contrast to the other dog story that happened in the Twin Cities this week. WARNING: you'll want to punch your monitor. And cry.  http://www.twincities.com/localnews/ci_23688659/savage-man-accused-be a ting-dog-sledgehammer


...

Goddamnitsomuch.
 
2013-07-19 12:10:14 PM  
He made it to 20!  Good dog and good dedicated owner.  RIP Schoep.

Now home for lunch to kiss my pups and remind them to age slowly.
 
2013-07-19 12:10:19 PM  
So here's something I always wondered... and since were having a ripping good dead  dog thread...

When it was time for my Lab to go. I fryed up a steak and sat on the floor feeding her little pieces while she curled up next to me. My other dog (who I freely admit I regularly called "Other Dog") sat a little ways away and waited for his piece... which he only got one of when we were done.

The Lab and I leave... and I come back with only her leash and collar... and other dog was really upset.

So...  question is... when the time came for HIS steak and cuddling... was he thinking, "Oh Fark me. I'm gonna disappear now."
 
2013-07-19 12:13:31 PM  

FarkingReading: I came to Fark for a laugh this morning after getting some pretty rotten news and then I saw this. Ug.

Oh, and what was that rotten news? The 6-month-old puppy that is my 6-year-old's favorite thing in the world has to be put to sleep. It's being done today and we have to tell her tonight. This is going to be rough.


How utterly sad.  Are you going to tell her the truth?  I would lie and say the dog had to go to Superdog training school or something like that.  I could not tell a 6 year old that a six month old puppy had to be put to sleep.   Why does the puppy have to be put to sleep?
 
2013-07-19 12:14:28 PM  

Pray 4 Mojo: So here's something I always wondered... and since were having a ripping good dead  dog thread...

When it was time for my Lab to go. I fryed up a steak and sat on the floor feeding her little pieces while she curled up next to me. My other dog (who I freely admit I regularly called "Other Dog") sat a little ways away and waited for his piece... which he only got one of when we were done.

The Lab and I leave... and I come back with only her leash and collar... and other dog was really upset.

So...  question is... when the time came for HIS steak and cuddling... was he thinking, "Oh Fark me. I'm gonna disappear now."


WHY ARE WE DOING THIS? WHY?

/weeping uncontrollably
//take your dusty room and cram it
 
2013-07-19 12:22:51 PM  
Well, if I didn't already feel like opening a vein this morning, I surely do after this story and thread.
 
2013-07-19 12:24:52 PM  

Pray 4 Mojo: So here's something I always wondered... and since were having a ripping good dead  dog thread...

When it was time for my Lab to go. I fryed up a steak and sat on the floor feeding her little pieces while she curled up next to me. My other dog (who I freely admit I regularly called "Other Dog") sat a little ways away and waited for his piece... which he only got one of when we were done.

The Lab and I leave... and I come back with only her leash and collar... and other dog was really upset.

So...  question is... when the time came for HIS steak and cuddling... was he thinking, "Oh Fark me. I'm gonna disappear now."


My Dad had to put his elderly lab down a few weeks ago on my birthday. Same kind of story. I ran over and told her bye, which is pretty tough.

Lost a grandchild the year before on the day before my birthday. I think I will just stop having birthdays.
 
2013-07-19 12:25:35 PM  

teenytinycornteeth: WHY ARE WE DOING THIS? WHY?

/weeping uncontrollably
//take your dusty room and cram it


Okay... let's tell funny dog stories.

I brought a chick home one time... we go to bed... and my dog jumps up there with us. Chick says... "I'm doing this with your dog in here." So I kicked her out. Fark you biatch... my dog was here first.

Now somebody else tell a better one...
 
2013-07-19 12:27:09 PM  
It gets real awkward having to explain to my co-workers why it gets so damn dusty in here.
 
2013-07-19 12:28:22 PM  

Pray 4 Mojo: teenytinycornteeth: WHY ARE WE DOING THIS? WHY?

/weeping uncontrollably
//take your dusty room and cram it

Okay... let's tell funny dog stories.

I brought a chick home one time... we go to bed... and my dog jumps up there with us. Chick says... "I'm doing this with your dog in here." So I kicked her out. Fark you biatch... my dog was here first.

Now somebody else tell a better one...


When I was married, me and the ex were getting bizzy, enjoying some oral activities.....our mixed breed dog had nudged open the bedroom door, and decided that daddy's upended rear was just too interesting to pass up a good "jump right up there and give it a good SNIFF!".  Needless to say, laughter interrupted the rest of sexytime.
 
2013-07-19 12:29:09 PM  

Pray 4 Mojo: "I'm doing this with your dog in here."


"NOT doing this"... Fark... I can't even tell a not-very-funny story right.

Do the needful: Lost a grandchild the year before


Dogs die... that's what they do. I've loved every dog I've ever had more than I can express... but they're with us only a short time. It's not hard to prepare to say goodbye.

Losing a grandchild (or a child) is just farking wretched awful. You have my sincerest sympathy.
 
2013-07-19 12:30:03 PM  

Pray 4 Mojo: I brought a chick home one time... we go to bed... and my dog jumps up there with us. Chick says... "I'm doing this with your dog in here."

Kinky

 
2013-07-19 12:39:08 PM  
Great, now my allergies are acting up (yeah... allergies... it's pretty dusty in here all of a sudden.) I just want to go hug my pups, but am stuck at work.
 
2013-07-19 12:41:16 PM  
My lovable dog killed a bird yesterday and left it on the back porch for me. Last time it was an opossum.
 
2013-07-19 12:42:12 PM  

Babbs: WayneKerr: Dogs die. That's what they do.

So do people. But I feel worse when dogs die than I do when most people die. Cause, you know, people suck. And you are proof.


Favorited.
 
2013-07-19 12:42:14 PM  

sandi_fish: My lovable dog killed a bird yesterday and left it on the back porch for me. Last time it was an opossum.


When it's a neighbor, you should start to worry.
 
2013-07-19 12:45:22 PM  

Cold_Sassy: bambi121899: Glad to see this story. It's a nice contrast to the other dog story that happened in the Twin Cities this week. WARNING: you'll want to punch your monitor. And cry.  http://www.twincities.com/localnews/ci_23688659/savage-man-accused-be a ting-dog-sledgehammer

... he later told police he had attempted to kill the dog because it was old, could barely walk and had defecated on the floor.   Sounds like he's describing himself.  Deserves the same "euthanization" method, also.

/Go kill yourself you old bastard.


Stuff like this ^ ? It's why you're favorited.
 
2013-07-19 12:49:48 PM  

Harry Freakstorm: FarkingReading: I came to Fark for a laugh this morning after getting some pretty rotten news and then I saw this. Ug.

Oh, and what was that rotten news? The 6-month-old puppy that is my 6-year-old's favorite thing in the world has to be put to sleep. It's being done today and we have to tell her tonight. This is going to be rough.

For the right amount, I'll 'break' into your 'house' and 'steal' said 'puppy' from your 'child'. But you're gonna have to take to pup to the vet. I've had to do that with a cocker spaniel and two cats. It doesn't get easier.

To make it look good, I'll also grab the big screen (non refundable) cause we don't want the kid to ask you in ten years "Why did the bad man only take my puppy and pistol whip daddy?"


I shouldn't chuckle at this but can't help it.
 
2013-07-19 12:54:26 PM  

bambi121899: Glad to see this story. It's a nice contrast to the other dog story that happened in the Twin Cities this week. WARNING: you'll want to punch your monitor. And cry.  http://www.twincities.com/localnews/ci_23688659/savage-man-accused-be a ting-dog-sledgehammer


Click that? Oh hell no!
 
2013-07-19 12:56:30 PM  
20 years with this dog. The older they get, the harder it is to say goodbye.  Had to put down our ancient cancer-ridden Aussie a few weeks ago. Best dog we ever had.  damn....
 
2013-07-19 01:05:03 PM  

Pray 4 Mojo: teenytinycornteeth: WHY ARE WE DOING THIS? WHY?

/weeping uncontrollably
//take your dusty room and cram it

Okay... let's tell funny dog stories.

I brought a chick home one time... we go to bed... and my dog jumps up there with us. Chick says... "I'm doing this with your dog in here." So I kicked her out. Fark you biatch... my dog was here first.

Now somebody else tell a better one...


My first dog, Marge, was an overweight beagle mix that ate EVERYTHING.  I once had to pull a smashed-by-a-truck-bird carcass out of her mouth because she was chewing it as we walked, like gum.  Anyway, I am also something of a slob and left a pile of laundry out and Marge loved eating the crotch out of underpants. (who doesn't?) What I didn't realize is that she pretty much ate the ENTIRE PAIR of underpants.  All I found were some little hot pink satin shreds on the ground.

The next day, out for our walk, she squats to poop and I see a little tuft of pink satin coming out of her butt.  She starts freaking because she can't push it out, whining, wiggling her butt...so yes, I had to reach down and, like a magician, pull the pink fabric free from her rectum in a dramatic flourish.  They were still recognizable as underpants, but my rule is "if its been digested by a dog, don't wear it again"
 
2013-07-19 01:08:06 PM  
Can we not do dead pet threads?  Can that be a rule?

Now onto the dead pet story.  Are dumb cat ran away when we went on vacation and our sitter accidentally let him and smart cat out.  Smart cat stayed, but smart cat and our dog were super lonely so we got a kitten a few months later. we named him Chi.  Chi was awesome he and the dog slept on the bed while we were out he and smart cat got along great.  One day a few months after we got him Chi stopped eating out of the blue.  We took him to the vet.  He had FIP.  I don't recall what FIP stands for and I refuse to look it up again.  Anyhow it's essentially an autoimmune disease that means congratulations your kitten is going to die and there's nothing you can do about it even if you offer the vet all your money to fix it.

So the vet says he's not long for this world but lets see how long we can keep him comfortable because it could be a week or two before it becomes necessary to euthanize.  We take home and Chi moved a grand total of 4 feet on his own he climbed onto my chest to sleep that night an off my chest to lay on the bed, and that was the sum total of things Chi did his last day.  We called the vet and took him in.  Smart cat and dog were as inconsolable as we were.

/pets are great
//losing them is not
 
2013-07-19 01:08:55 PM  
My mom's Australian Terrier will be 11 in December.  She's diabetic, and has lost her left eye to an infection a couple of years back.  She can't see very well in the other eye either, due to glaucoma.  Every day she gets eye drops and insulin twice a day.  I know that when she's gone she'll be in a better place, but I still don't want that day to come anytime soon.
 
2013-07-19 01:27:23 PM  

teenytinycornteeth: The next day, out for our walk, she squats to poop and I see a little tuft of pink satin coming out of her butt. She starts freaking because she can't push it out, whining, wiggling her butt...so yes, I had to reach down and, like a magician, pull the pink fabric free from her rectum in a dramatic flourish. They were still recognizable as underpants, but my rule is "if its been digested by a dog, don't wear it again"


TADA!

/You should donated them to Goodwill.
 
2013-07-19 01:28:18 PM  

John Buck 41: Cold_Sassy: bambi121899: Glad to see this story. It's a nice contrast to the other dog story that happened in the Twin Cities this week. WARNING: you'll want to punch your monitor. And cry.  http://www.twincities.com/localnews/ci_23688659/savage-man-accused-be a ting-dog-sledgehammer

... he later told police he had attempted to kill the dog because it was old, could barely walk and had defecated on the floor.   Sounds like he's describing himself.  Deserves the same "euthanization" method, also.

/Go kill yourself you old bastard.

Stuff like this ^ ? It's why you're favorited.


Thanks, mister.  I meant every word.
 
2013-07-19 01:29:46 PM  

John Buck 41: WayneKerr: Dogs die. That's what they do.

Buzzharsher


I have a new favorite word.
 
2013-07-19 01:37:02 PM  
So on Wed. we called on a request for foster homes for a litter of puppies. By the time we called they had been taken by a rescue org. so we weren't needed.

Then we went to the grocery store that night. As we leave some kids are talking about the dog outside. Wasn't a dog. Was a tiny puppy who still had her milk teeth and she was down by a busy street in a grassy area of the lot by herself. Fiancee went to check on her.

Two days later: Her name is Jean Louise. But her daddy calls her Scout. Guess it was fated for us to get a dog that day. Wish I was tech savvy enough to post a pic. of her and her big sister Angel who absolutely ADORES her.
 
2013-07-19 01:38:48 PM  

Glockenspiel Hero: 20 years old?  That's pretty incredible for a big dog.


That's pretty incredible for almost any dog.
 
2013-07-19 01:52:01 PM  

sandi_fish: FarkingReading: I came to Fark for a laugh this morning after getting some pretty rotten news and then I saw this. Ug.

Oh, and what was that rotten news? The 6-month-old puppy that is my 6-year-old's favorite thing in the world has to be put to sleep. It's being done today and we have to tell her tonight. This is going to be rough.

How utterly sad.  Are you going to tell her the truth?  I would lie and say the dog had to go to Superdog training school or something like that.  I could not tell a 6 year old that a six month old puppy had to be put to sleep.   Why does the puppy have to be put to sleep?


I heard something that makes sense....NEVER tell a child that any living thing has to be "put to SLEEP."  Then this child will associate SLEEP with death and dying, etc.
 
2013-07-19 01:56:25 PM  
Pioneer press's new website is annoying as fark, I stopped visiting
 
2013-07-19 02:00:31 PM  

Babbs: WayneKerr: Dogs die. That's what they do.

So do people. But I feel worse when dogs die than I do when most people die. Cause, you know, people suck. And you are proof.


Amen.
 
2013-07-19 02:03:39 PM  

thefatbasturd: So on Wed. we called on a request for foster homes for a litter of puppies. By the time we called they had been taken by a rescue org. so we weren't needed.

Then we went to the grocery store that night. As we leave some kids are talking about the dog outside. Wasn't a dog. Was a tiny puppy who still had her milk teeth and she was down by a busy street in a grassy area of the lot by herself. Fiancee went to check on her.

Two days later: Her name is Jean Louise. But her daddy calls her Scout. Guess it was fated for us to get a dog that day. Wish I was tech savvy enough to post a pic. of her and her big sister Angel who absolutely ADORES her.


Well, she'll need a best friend called Dill, soon...
 
2013-07-19 02:19:30 PM  
I still cry when I think about losing my Buddy.  14 years old.  Two weeks before he died he got Vestibular Syndrome.  First week awful, second week like a puppy again.  I went to work on Tuesday after Memorial Day and came home to him dead on his bed.  I can still see him there, can still smell his scent.  And dammit, crying as I write this.

Since then, I've taken in three dogs.  One abandoned as a nursing puppy with its mother at the pound, one was dumped at 10 weeks, bloated with worms, in the yard across from my house and one from a neighbor who just can't get around to fixing her dog.  Each one has thanked me in numerous ways, the most important being the greeting I get every day when I come home.

I've never had ANY person treat me as kindly as my dogs have.  Buddy was the most special dog ever, and I miss him like hell.

Buddy:  files.dogster.com

Trixie:files.dogster.com

Minnie:files.dogster.com

Jeep: files.dogster.com
 
2013-07-19 02:21:32 PM  
thefatbasturd: ...Two days later: Her name is Jean Louise. But her daddy calls her Scout. Guess it was fated for us to get a dog that day. Wish I was tech savvy enough to post a pic. of her and her big sister Angel who absolutely ADORES her.

That touched my heart.
 
2013-07-19 02:41:07 PM  

WayneKerr: Just another story to distract us from the atrocities set upon us by a corrupt government.


"Funny?" "Funny!"
 
2013-07-19 02:49:02 PM  
My Georgie, a Bassett / Lab mix, is 14 and is starting to show her age. Just a few minutes ago, she had some kind of palsy-like incident where her head was shaking uncontrollably from side to side. She looked so scared and all I could do was comfort her until it passed.

Don't know if it was a seizure or some other type of neuromuscular thingy.

I know what's coming, just don't know when. Makes me want to cry just thinking about it.
 
2013-07-19 02:49:23 PM  

Pray 4 Mojo: Pray 4 Mojo: "I'm doing this with your dog in here."

"NOT doing this"... Fark... I can't even tell a not-very-funny story right.

Do the needful: Lost a grandchild the year before

Dogs die... that's what they do. I've loved every dog I've ever had more than I can express... but they're with us only a short time. It's not hard to prepare to say goodbye.

Losing a grandchild (or a child) is just farking wretched awful. You have my sincerest sympathy.


Thank you. I really appreciate it. It was a phone call I never want to experience again in my life.
 
2013-07-19 02:53:51 PM  
FarkingReading: I came to Fark for a laugh this morning after getting some pretty rotten news and then I saw this. Ug.
Oh, and what was that rotten news? The 6-month-old puppy that is my 6-year-old's favorite thing in the world has to be put to sleep. It's being done today and we have to tell her tonight. This is going to be rough.


still haven't read Why.  Now reckon Won't.  So Sad when pets, esp Young Ones, must go or be sent to The Bridge.
 
2013-07-19 02:57:35 PM  

zabadu: Since then, I've taken in three dogs.


What kind of dog is Trixie?
 
2013-07-19 03:08:53 PM  
Thanks everybody. I got busy at work, which was good to take my mind off things.

Since several asked, the puppy suddenly had severe intestinal and bladder problems. It can't hold in its urine. And by that, I don't mean that it sometimes pees on the floor. Urine is constantly dribbling out. Its not a matter of training either. The dog went to school and learned how to go outside. Then this happened.

Also, its knees are starting to go. I don't understand that one at all.

Anyway, it's in pain, and the operations would cost $6,000 and might not even work or might have to be repeated every so often.

We are going to tell the girl the truth. We decided long ago not to lie to our kids. My grandmother died two years ago and my parents' dog died three years ago and our girl has strong memories of both. So we're going to tell her that they were lonely in heaven and needed a new friend.

And now I just realized that's a lie. shiat. Well, we're telling her that anyway.
 
2013-07-19 03:09:42 PM  
I saw this on Reddit earlier and thought it was lovely...


"Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together...."


Author unknown
 
2013-07-19 03:11:16 PM  
Home soon with extra hugs for Bob the dog, Jorge the cat and Henry the house guest (neighbors dog).

\has a sad
\\20 years is a pretty good run
 
2013-07-19 03:13:07 PM  
I am always sad when I hear of a pet's passing over the Bridge. However, in some ways I'm glad. If you've been owned by an animal, and you grieve their passing, it shows that you have experienced love. The love you have for your critter, and the love that they have for you, unconditionally. What a splendid gift, and one that keeps giving, every time you stop to pat a dog. Speak softly to that cat hiding with it's tail in plain sight. Or are able to once again open your heart and home to a new companion. And sometimes, hearing you talk about your animals, living and passed may motivate another person to adopt an animal into their lives.

Animals are the gift that keeps on giving.
 
2013-07-19 03:13:13 PM  

imnotadoctor: I saw this on Reddit earlier and thought it was lovely...


You've never seen Rainbow Bridge before?
 
2013-07-19 03:14:21 PM  

FarkingReading: We are going to tell the girl the truth. We decided long ago not to lie to our kids. My grandmother died two years ago and my parents' dog died three years ago and our girl has strong memories of both. So we're going to tell her that they were lonely in heaven and needed a new friend.


I can't possibly express how badly I feel for having laughed at that. I'm sorry.

Best of luck to you and your little girl. This is, however, one of the very good things about kids having pets. They develop the tools to deal with death later in life.
 
2013-07-19 03:19:05 PM  

Pray 4 Mojo: FarkingReading: We are going to tell the girl the truth. We decided long ago not to lie to our kids. My grandmother died two years ago and my parents' dog died three years ago and our girl has strong memories of both. So we're going to tell her that they were lonely in heaven and needed a new friend.

I can't possibly express how badly I feel for having laughed at that. I'm sorry.

Best of luck to you and your little girl. This is, however, one of the very good things about kids having pets. They develop the tools to deal with death later in life.


Don't feel bad about that! I laughed at myself too. And now I'm realizing how hard it is not to lie to kids sometimes!
 
2013-07-19 03:23:37 PM  
My pooch just turned 17 a few days ago. She has trouble seeing (cataracts).
I just made a batch of food for her. Stuff I get at the butcher shop. She loves it.
Taking her camping this weekend. Olympic National Forest, you can take your dog in the trails.
 
2013-07-19 03:32:04 PM  

Satan's Bunny Slippers: imnotadoctor: I saw this on Reddit earlier and thought it was lovely...

You've never seen Rainbow Bridge before?


Even after all this time, I still can't read that without crying.
 
2013-07-19 03:39:38 PM  

Cold_Sassy: thefatbasturd: ...Two days later: Her name is Jean Louise. But her daddy calls her Scout. Guess it was fated for us to get a dog that day. Wish I was tech savvy enough to post a pic. of her and her big sister Angel who absolutely ADORES her.

That touched my heart.


She is so cute! Big huge floppy ears that are as big as her whole head. Looks like a little fox. In factvwhen she crashes and falls asleep my fiancee or I will say "Starfox is down!!!"
 
2013-07-19 03:42:04 PM  

Cold_Sassy: Satan's Bunny Slippers: imnotadoctor: I saw this on Reddit earlier and thought it was lovely...

You've never seen Rainbow Bridge before?

Even after all this time, I still can't read that without crying.


Likewise
 
2013-07-19 03:42:30 PM  

Cold_Sassy: Satan's Bunny Slippers: imnotadoctor: I saw this on Reddit earlier and thought it was lovely...

You've never seen Rainbow Bridge before?

Even after all this time, I still can't read that without crying.


Oh lawd, me either!  And my vet, whom I adore, their office sends me one every time I've had a pet cross...(we've been together through 3 dogs and 4 cats so far).  Everyone signs it with a little note of their own  I still have them, in a box way in the back of the bookcase, with the collars....

crap *sniffle*
 
2013-07-19 03:44:37 PM  
I really do have a sad
 
2013-07-19 03:46:46 PM  

Cold_Sassy: thefatbasturd: ...Two days later: Her name is Jean Louise. But her daddy calls her Scout. Guess it was fated for us to get a dog that day. Wish I was tech savvy enough to post a pic. of her and her big sister Angel who absolutely ADORES her.

That touched my heart.


She is so cute! Ears as bigvas b her wholevhead andvlooks like a little fox. Whenever she crashesvand goes yo sleep myb fiancee and I sayvto each other "Starfox is down!!!:
 
2013-07-19 03:47:00 PM  
 
2013-07-19 03:47:26 PM  

Well I use Mac/Linux...: Satan's Bunny Slippers: Kid Shelleen: OC left a few weeks ago.  

Sorry for the "Sad Story, Bro."

Oh dear.....I too have an OC, mine's HC (Homeless Cat).  He's been around since I moved in just over a year ago.  I hope I can get him in a carrier before snow flies this year, even if it's only for TNR.

I also have 3 inside cats, but this story just reminds me that my 13 year old Himi is probably not long for this world.  *sigh*  He's just old.

We adopted a stray that showed up outside one day.  She was probably around 3 months old, and nothing but skin and bones. She had a badly infected eye as well.  It was completely closed.  I fed her a couple times, then came home from work one day to find her curled up and sleeping in the mulch near the front door.  Broke my heart.  I was able to get her in a carrier by Macguyvering that shiat with some fishing line.  I put some food in the back of the carrier, then yanked the door shut when she went in.  She is now one of our indoor cats, and completely healthy.  I've had lots of cats over the years, and she is by far the sweetest.  Always wants to be pet, and loves to chirp and talk to you.  She and the cat we already had are now best buds.


We adopted a cat from the backyard last December. She was in pretty good condition, very sweet. We started feeding her at the back door and eventually I was able to pick her up and take her inside and quarantine her in a closed room, get her to the vet, etc. Now she and the two we already adopted from a shelter and from a co-worker are all buddies and playmates and she is an absolute darling. Like you said, she loves to be petted and has an adorable chirp that the other two don't. It's a rewarding feeling to be able to provide a loving home to such loving animals. All of them are fairly young (oldest is 5), so we look forward to having them for companions for many years to come (knock wood).
 
2013-07-19 03:48:46 PM  

Pray 4 Mojo: zabadu: Since then, I've taken in three dogs.

What kind of dog is Trixie?


Don't know for sure, but her mother looked like a greyhound.  They speculate Greyhound and Lab.  I think more Sighthound than greyhound. One day I'll be able to afford DNA for both the big dogs.  I know Jeep is chi/doxie because I saw the parents.
 
2013-07-19 03:52:32 PM  

thefatbasturd: Cold_Sassy: thefatbasturd: ...Two days later: Her name is Jean Louise. But her daddy calls her Scout. Guess it was fated for us to get a dog that day. Wish I was tech savvy enough to post a pic. of her and her big sister Angel who absolutely ADORES her.

That touched my heart.

She is so cute! Ears as bigvas b her wholevhead andvlooks like a little fox. Whenever she crashesvand goes yo sleep myb fiancee and I sayvto each other "Starfox is down!!!:


Sorry. Took quite a while to post on my end so I did it again. Then after I hit send there it was... D'OH!
 
2013-07-19 03:53:10 PM  
Jeep does this all day long...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NuSFqER4roQ
 
2013-07-19 03:55:41 PM  

thefatbasturd: Cold_Sassy: thefatbasturd: ...Two days later: Her name is Jean Louise. But her daddy calls her Scout. Guess it was fated for us to get a dog that day. Wish I was tech savvy enough to post a pic. of her and her big sister Angel who absolutely ADORES her.

That touched my heart.

She is so cute! Ears as bigvas b her wholevhead andvlooks like a little fox. Whenever she crashesvand goes yo sleep myb fiancee and I sayvto each other "Starfox is down!!!:


LOL!!
 
2013-07-19 03:56:59 PM  

zabadu: Pray 4 Mojo: zabadu: Since then, I've taken in three dogs.

What kind of dog is Trixie?

Don't know for sure, but her mother looked like a greyhound.  They speculate Greyhound and Lab.  I think more Sighthound than greyhound. One day I'll be able to afford DNA for both the big dogs.  I know Jeep is chi/doxie because I saw the parents.


Thanks... just wondering. She looks very similar in the face to my departed Dane-something or other mix. ('Other Dog'... from my post above)
 
2013-07-19 04:00:02 PM  

Drachirryz: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X7hjTszI3F8


I don't get it. Is the kid dead? the dog?
 
2013-07-19 04:05:57 PM  
My silly dogs will bark if the other dogs start barking, not a lot, but just a bark of concern.  Then I get that Mom? look from them, like what is going on?
 
2013-07-19 04:46:03 PM  
Since we are doing this, I will share my pet story.

About 7 years ago I was working as a "Ramp Agent" at a local untowered airport (M02 for you pilots out there), refueling various Aircraft that came by, handling radio traffic, running sales, et cetera. Anyway, I had just settled in for the morning when my cell phone rang. My mother was on the line, and had that "I'm on the verge of tears" tone of voice that someone uses when a major catastrophe has occurred. I asked her what had happened and she told me that our family house (post & beam 3 story, built by my dad and I) had Burned down due to a chimney fire. The family had gotten out safely, and had rescued a great many of our belongings and our dogs. I then asked her if anybody had been hurt, and she told me that our family cat and my Cockatiel didn't make it. The fire had started at the top of the house, and they had been unable to save the bird before the fire got too big. The cat had no excuse, however as they had thrown him out of the house repeatedly while running in to save stuff. He finally wound up hiding in the basement and it got too dangerous to try to save him. We had an old Navy surplus double decker steel rack (bunk bed) stored in the basement, and during clean-up afterward we found said rack melted into a puddle on the concrete floor. We figured that there wasn't much chance the cat survived long down there.

Now, before anybody asks "but what about the fire department? didn't they help?" I must inform you that the only fire department we had was a little VFD, and they showed up drunk with no water in the truck. A little astrovan my parents had parked too close to the house caught fire, burning so hot the engine block ignited. The VFD showed up a second time (with water) and decided it was a great idea to douse the engine block with water. The resulting steam explosion sent metal in various stages of cooling flying for about twenty feet. We were digging shards of it out of trees years later. Due in part to the fact that the home was "Unfinished" it was uninsured, so except for the few items my folks rescued we lost everything.
I still get a chuckle out of the retarded cat that kept running back into a burning building though.
 
2013-07-19 04:53:48 PM  

washington-babylon: I still get a chuckle out of the retarded cat that kept running back into a burning building though.


The cat was trying to save the bird!
 
2013-07-19 05:07:48 PM  

FarkingReading: Don't feel bad about that! I laughed at myself too. And now I'm realizing how hard it is not to lie to kids sometimes!


Not telling you how to raise your kids, but I do have strong feelings that there are some things that younger kids just don't need to know. You don't have to consider it lying, you are just not giving them all of the details, which is a way of protecting them. Every kid is different, but I am sure I told some stories to keep my kids from dealing with what I felt was something a kid shouldn't be burdened with. Besides, you can't prove or disprove the story you want to tell, so it may or may not be a lie and since you can't tell, use it. Just don't beat yourself up over something that helps your kid get through a hard time. You are the parent though and get to make the call, which it sounds like you have under control.
 
2013-07-19 05:26:28 PM  
My family and I have always been cat people.  When I was very young we had a white-and-orange cat named Simon.  I don't remember much about him aside from his coloration; I think he had to be put down when I was 4 or so.  Then we adopted a beautiful brown tabby that we dubbed Sebastian.  He was the single friendliest cat I've ever been owned by, very loving and cuddly, but god help you if you ever touched his stomach in any way.  A couple years after we acquired Sebastian our upstairs neighbors moved out (we lived in an odd house at that time, kind of a duplex turned on its side; two stories high, each floor a separate apartment) and left behind a mound of trash, a broken toilet in their bathroom, and a six-month-old black kitten.  We'd practically already adopted said kitten before they even left - they only remembered to feed the poor little guy about once a week, so he was constantly sneaking into our kitchen to steal Sebastian's food - so when they left we just made it "official" and brought the kitten in permanently.  He was a very nervous cat (probably because of how the neighbors had treated him) and liked to hide under furniture, and being all black when we'd look under the bed for him all we would see would be his two big, yellow eyes staring back at us, so he was christened The Gremlin ("Gremmy" for short).  He and Sebastian quickly became best buddies.  Both of them were indoor/outdoor cats, and Sebastian took his his duty of keeping Other Cats out of the yard very seriously, but he never ventured further afield than the appliance-repair place next door.  Then one day Sebastian was inside and we heard the sounds of a catfight out on the porch: poor Gremmy (who was still barely out of kittenhood at this point) was getting the crap beat out of him by some stranger-cat.  Sebastian went  nuts when he realized what was going on, and when my mom opened the door to drive off the other cat Sebastian went tearing outside at full speed, slammed head-first into the other cat's side (knocking him straight off the porch), then chased him down our 40-yard driveway, across the street, and all the way down the block.

Sebastian had to be put down when I was 14 (he was old and his kidneys were giving out), and I'm still not sure what broke my heart more: the loss of a beloved cat, or the way the Gremlin wandered the house for the next two weeks, clearly searching for his friend, occasionally looking up at us and giving a bewildered "mrow?"  Gremmy himself shuffled off the mortal coil when I was 21, a few months after I moved out of my parents' place.  That was six years ago and I've now moved to another state, and I  still sometimes think I see him out of the corner of my eye.

I miss my fuzzy, fuzzy kitty.

img.photobucket.com
 
2013-07-19 06:39:34 PM  

Babbs: WayneKerr: Dogs die. That's what they do.

So do people. But I feel worse when dogs die than I do when most people die. Cause, you know, people suck. And you are proof.



It was an obscure Simpson's reference, but you go on ahead with your butthurt.
 
2013-07-19 07:07:54 PM  
I need to go hug little Remus-puppy the next time I visit my ladyfriend.

/well, big Remus-puppy
//he's working very hard at growing every day
 
2013-07-19 07:13:04 PM  

Cold_Sassy: Satan's Bunny Slippers: imnotadoctor: I saw this on Reddit earlier and thought it was lovely...

You've never seen Rainbow Bridge before?

Even after all this time, I still can't read that without crying.


The one that always gets me when I catch it is the poem told from the dog's perspective wondering why their owner won't spend the last few minutes with them.

Anybody know the name of that poem based on my awful, bland description?
 
2013-07-19 07:21:26 PM  

Cookbook's Anarchist: Cold_Sassy: Satan's Bunny Slippers: imnotadoctor: I saw this on Reddit earlier and thought it was lovely...

You've never seen Rainbow Bridge before?

Even after all this time, I still can't read that without crying.

The one that always gets me when I catch it is the poem told from the dog's perspective wondering why their owner won't spend the last few minutes with them.

Anybody know the name of that poem based on my awful, bland description?


Don't know it... and not sure what you mean. Is it about somebody handing their dog over to the vet to march 'em in the back and put 'em down? Who the fark would do that?!?!
 
2013-07-19 07:34:18 PM  
i had to put our beautiful dog down last month. he was only 7 but had a bad slipped disk in his neck that could not be fixed and he was in terrible pain. i am still grieving but i know he is with my dad keeping him company (dad passed last october) and he loved that dog so much... yup lots of dust
 
2013-07-19 08:15:46 PM  
JUST A DOG

From time to time, people tell me, "lighten up, it's just a dog,"
or "that's a lot of money for just a dog."

They don't understand the distance travelled, the time spent,
or the costs involved for "just a dog."

Some of my proudest moments have come about with "just a dog."

Many hours have passed and my only company was "just a dog,"
but I did not once feel slighted.

Some of my saddest moments have been brought aobut by
"just a dog," and in those days of darkness, the gentle touch
of "just a dog" gave me comfort and reason to overcome the day.

If you, too, think it's "just a dog," then you probably understand
phrases like "just a friend," "just a sunrise," or "just a promise."

"Just a dog" brings into my life the very essence of friendship,
trust, and pure unbridled joy.
"Just a dog" brings out the compassion and patience
that make me a better person.
Because of "just a dog" I will rise early, take long walks and look
longingly to the future.

So for me and folks like me, it's not "just a dog"
but an embodiment of all the hopes and dreams of the future,
the fond memories of the past, and the pure joy of the moment.

"Just a dog" brings out what's good in me and diverts my thoughts
away from myself and the worries of the day.

I hope that someday they can understand that its' not "just a dog"
but the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being
"just a man" or "just a woman."

So the next time you hear the phrase "just a dog,"
just smile,because they "just don't understand."
 
2013-07-19 08:20:57 PM  

Lachwen: My family and I have always been cat people. [snip for readability]


First, there are some awesome people and pet owners here.

But the pic of your black cat brought back memories of my Caesar, I only had him a couple of months.  (WARNING: Not a CSB, and I had to wait until I got home from work because crying in a cube...wellll....)

About 8 years ago, I got a call from some friends.  It was Feb, and really cold and snowy and windy.  A skinny black cat had shown up on their deck, just miserable.  They let him in and fed and dried him off, and he was just happy to be inside.  you could tell he had been someone's cat.  To make a three week story really short, they took pics, put up fliers, but no luck. and their 3 year old daughter was really allergic, so they couldn't keep him.  So they called me.  Of course I'll take him.  Bring him home, he was just loving, and happy to be warm and dry and fed.  Got along great with my other 3 cats despite being an unneutered male.  So I make the vet appt, to get shots and fixed.  They check him out, but he's got to gain weight before they can do shots and surgery.  So off we go, flea'd and wormed at least.  Shortcut to a month later, he's fat and glossy and happy.  We got to the vet, get bloodwork presurgery.  No issues at all, he loves to ride in a car, stands up and puts his feet on the dash and just looks out at things going by.  They call me three days later, ask me to come in.  Just me.  They explain that he's got something, forgive me, but I don't know what it was, but a disease that will kill him.  It could be three weeks, three months, maybe more, but it will kill him.  And it won't be nice.  It will be much like rabies, muscle stricture, intense pain, bleeding.....but it will happen, it's just when, and it would only take hours once it hit him.  I thought of my sweet boy, how he sits on top of the tv (this was before flat screens) and swipe at things going by on the screen, how he cuddled with the other cats and me, all in a pile in bed at night, and I was horrified that this might hit him while I was at work, and he would die in intense pain, alone and scared.

I went home, took 3 days to mull it over, and made the appointment.  The night before, I roasted him a cornish hen, because lawd, he loved roast chicken.  I fed it to him, and cuddled him and cried.  Sobbed.  He was a bit confused at my actions.  The day of, we rode to the vet, I sang to him the whole way.  On the table, he was awesome, I held him, the vet put the needle in, and he was "oh, another little stick, ok"....and then it was more "momma, I'm sleepy".  And he put his head down on my hand as I held him, purred and went to sleep.

I miss you Caesar.  I do.

So I understand the pain.  We all do.  I've got another of my Missy Doodles who had a stroke, but one's enough.

crap.  need beer.

out.

/sorry, felt the need to share that.
//I don't know why.
 
2013-07-19 08:25:39 PM  
Snif-snif... WAH!!!!
 
2013-07-19 08:30:06 PM  

Pray 4 Mojo: Cookbook's Anarchist: Cold_Sassy: Satan's Bunny Slippers: imnotadoctor: I saw this on Reddit earlier and thought it was lovely...

You've never seen Rainbow Bridge before?

Even after all this time, I still can't read that without crying.

The one that always gets me when I catch it is the poem told from the dog's perspective wondering why their owner won't spend the last few minutes with them.

Anybody know the name of that poem based on my awful, bland description?

Don't know it... and not sure what you mean. Is it about somebody handing their dog over to the vet to march 'em in the back and put 'em down? Who the fark would do that?!?!


Hopefully no one would. I have an 12 year old Chow still zipping along and we had a recent scare with pneumonia in February and an additional surgery to have the plate from his knee removed since it could have housed the initial infection.

The poem itself was posted in a similar Fark thread a few years back. From what I remember, the perspective is from the dog as it lies on the table knowing the end is near. It recounts all the great times it had with the owner and how the dog was always loyal when the owner was sick or sad. The poem ends with the dog begging for the owner not to leave him alone during the last few minutes.

Hell, it started getting dusty in here...I'll keep trying to find it and post it if I can.
 
2013-07-19 08:33:57 PM  

Cold_Sassy: Satan's Bunny Slippers: imnotadoctor: I saw this on Reddit earlier and thought it was lovely...

You've never seen Rainbow Bridge before?

Even after all this time, I still can't read that without crying.


Me, neither. And I'm still at work, dammit.
 
2013-07-19 08:39:17 PM  

Cookbook's Anarchist: Pray 4 Mojo: Cookbook's Anarchist: Cold_Sassy: Satan's Bunny Slippers: imnotadoctor: I saw this on Reddit earlier and thought it was lovely...

You've never seen Rainbow Bridge before?

Even after all this time, I still can't read that without crying.

The one that always gets me when I catch it is the poem told from the dog's perspective wondering why their owner won't spend the last few minutes with them.

Anybody know the name of that poem based on my awful, bland description?

Don't know it... and not sure what you mean. Is it about somebody handing their dog over to the vet to march 'em in the back and put 'em down? Who the fark would do that?!?!

Hopefully no one would. I have an 12 year old Chow still zipping along and we had a recent scare with pneumonia in February and an additional surgery to have the plate from his knee removed since it could have housed the initial infection.

The poem itself was posted in a similar Fark thread a few years back. From what I remember, the perspective is from the dog as it lies on the table knowing the end is near. It recounts all the great times it had with the owner and how the dog was always loyal when the owner was sick or sad. The poem ends with the dog begging for the owner not to leave him alone during the last few minutes.

Hell, it started getting dusty in here...I'll keep trying to find it and post it if I can.


no don't please.....I can't read that.....and I will if you post it.  it's friday night, and I'm supposed to be drinkin a bit, listening to some tunes, and being all "yay the work week is done" followed by "boo, tomorrow I have to mow and do laundry and get groceries"


was there to the end for all three of my dogs.  and 6 cats.
 
2013-07-19 08:39:18 PM  
A Dog's Prayer

By Beth Norman Harris


Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.


Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.


Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footsteps falls upon my waiting ear.


When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements.


And I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth.


Though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land, for you are my god and I am your devoted worshiper.


Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst.


Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life should your life be in danger.


And, beloved master, should the great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you.


Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest -- and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.


/I believe this is it...or I remember one that is even sadder.
//Apologies in advance if the sandstorm kicks up
 
2013-07-19 08:40:48 PM  
 
2013-07-19 08:42:03 PM  

Satan's Bunny Slippers: Cookbook's Anarchist: Pray 4 Mojo: Cookbook's Anarchist: Cold_Sassy: Satan's Bunny Slippers: imnotadoctor: I saw this on Reddit earlier and thought it was lovely...

You've never seen Rainbow Bridge before?

Even after all this time, I still can't read that without crying.

The one that always gets me when I catch it is the poem told from the dog's perspective wondering why their owner won't spend the last few minutes with them.

Anybody know the name of that poem based on my awful, bland description?

Don't know it... and not sure what you mean. Is it about somebody handing their dog over to the vet to march 'em in the back and put 'em down? Who the fark would do that?!?!

Hopefully no one would. I have an 12 year old Chow still zipping along and we had a recent scare with pneumonia in February and an additional surgery to have the plate from his knee removed since it could have housed the initial infection.

The poem itself was posted in a similar Fark thread a few years back. From what I remember, the perspective is from the dog as it lies on the table knowing the end is near. It recounts all the great times it had with the owner and how the dog was always loyal when the owner was sick or sad. The poem ends with the dog begging for the owner not to leave him alone during the last few minutes.

Hell, it started getting dusty in here...I'll keep trying to find it and post it if I can.

no don't please.....I can't read that.....and I will if you post it.  it's friday night, and I'm supposed to be drinkin a bit, listening to some tunes, and being all "yay the work week is done" followed by "boo, tomorrow I have to mow and do laundry and get groceries"


was there to the end for all three of my dogs.  and 6 cats.


Just back out...I didn't see your post until now...

Drinkin' a bit and settling down sounds like a much better plan.
 
2013-07-19 08:43:42 PM  

Satan's Bunny Slippers: Cookbook's Anarchist:


DAMMIT!


And now I'm getting the internet finger, aren't I?
 
2013-07-19 08:45:11 PM  
Aw.  That makes me sad.  Off to rub Fawkes's belly and give him a little sweet talk.
 
2013-07-19 08:48:24 PM  
Cookbook's Anarchist:

'S ok.  I'm just extra bummed as I'm dealing with my Himi reaching that time too.  14 years, he's an old man, and it's starting to show.  I know it's coming, I've always known this would come, it always has.

Doesn't make it easier.

Imma go out on the deck and listen to some tunes and drinks some beers.

Have a good night.
 
2013-07-19 08:49:55 PM  

Cookbook's Anarchist: Satan's Bunny Slippers: Cookbook's Anarchist:


DAMMIT!

And now I'm getting the internet finger, aren't I?


naws
 
2013-07-19 09:04:45 PM  
Oh dammit, I didn't know what that was when I clicked it. THANKS A LOT SUBBY
 
2013-07-19 09:19:00 PM  

Satan's Bunny Slippers: Lachwen: My family and I have always been cat people. [snip for readability]

First, there are some awesome people and pet owners here.

But the pic of your black cat brought back memories of my Caesar, I only had him a couple of months.  (WARNING: Not a CSB, and I had to wait until I got home from work because crying in a cube...wellll....)

About 8 years ago, I got a call from some friends.  It was Feb, and really cold and snowy and windy.  A skinny black cat had shown up on their deck, just miserable.  They let him in and fed and dried him off, and he was just happy to be inside.  you could tell he had been someone's cat.  To make a three week story really short, they took pics, put up fliers, but no luck. and their 3 year old daughter was really allergic, so they couldn't keep him.  So they called me.  Of course I'll take him.  Bring him home, he was just loving, and happy to be warm and dry and fed.  Got along great with my other 3 cats despite being an unneutered male.  So I make the vet appt, to get shots and fixed.  They check him out, but he's got to gain weight before they can do shots and surgery.  So off we go, flea'd and wormed at least.  Shortcut to a month later, he's fat and glossy and happy.  We got to the vet, get bloodwork presurgery.  No issues at all, he loves to ride in a car, stands up and puts his feet on the dash and just looks out at things going by.  They call me three days later, ask me to come in.  Just me.  They explain that he's got something, forgive me, but I don't know what it was, but a disease that will kill him.  It could be three weeks, three months, maybe more, but it will kill him.  And it won't be nice.  It will be much like rabies, muscle stricture, intense pain, bleeding.....but it will happen, it's just when, and it would only take hours once it hit him.  I thought of my sweet boy, how he sits on top of the tv (this was before flat screens) and swipe at things going by on the screen, how he cuddled with the other cats and ...


I'm so sorry.  I'm crying for you.
 
2013-07-19 09:28:39 PM  

Cookbook's Anarchist: Pray 4 Mojo: Cookbook's Anarchist: Cold_Sassy: Satan's Bunny Slippers: imnotadoctor: I saw this on Reddit earlier and thought it was lovely...

You've never seen Rainbow Bridge before?

Even after all this time, I still can't read that without crying.

The one that always gets me when I catch it is the poem told from the dog's perspective wondering why their owner won't spend the last few minutes with them.

Anybody know the name of that poem based on my awful, bland description?

Don't know it... and not sure what you mean. Is it about somebody handing their dog over to the vet to march 'em in the back and put 'em down? Who the fark would do that?!?!

Hopefully no one would. I have an 12 year old Chow still zipping along and we had a recent scare with pneumonia in February and an additional surgery to have the plate from his knee removed since it could have housed the initial infection.

The poem itself was posted in a similar Fark thread a few years back. From what I remember, the perspective is from the dog as it lies on the table knowing the end is near. It recounts all the great times it had with the owner and how the dog was always loyal when the owner was sick or sad. The poem ends with the dog begging for the owner not to leave him alone during the last few minutes.

Hell, it started getting dusty in here...I'll keep trying to find it and post it if I can.


Is this it?

You're giving me a special gift,
So sorrowfully endowed,
And through these last few cherished days,
Your courage makes me proud.
 
But really, love is knowing
When your best friend is in pain,
And understanding earthly acts
Will only be in vain.
 
So looking deep into your eyes,
Beyond, into your soul,
I see in you the magic that will
Once more make me whole.
 
The strength that you possess,
Is why I look to you today,
To do this thing that must be done,
For it's the only way.
 
That strength is why I've followed you,
And chose you as my friend,
And why I've loved you all these years....
My partner 'till the end.
 
Please, understand just what this gift,
You're giving, means to me,
It gives me back the strength I've lost.
And all my dignity.
 
 
You take a stand on my behalf,
For that is what friends do.
And know that what you do is right,
For I believe it too.
 
So one last time, I breathe your scent,
And through your hand I feel,
The courage that's within you,
To now grant me this appeal.
 
Cut the leash that holds me here,
Dear friend, and let me run,
Once more a strong and steady dog,
My pain and struggle done.
 
And don't despair my passing,
For I won't be far away,
Forever here, within your heart,
And memory I'll stay.
 
I'll be there watching over you,
Your ever faithful friend,
And in your memories I'll run,
.....a young dog once again.
 
2013-07-19 09:37:27 PM  

zabadu: Satan's Bunny Slippers: Lachwen: My family and I have always been cat people. [snip for readability]

First, there are some awesome people and pet owners here.

But the pic of your black cat brought back memories of my Caesar, I only had him a couple of months.  (WARNING: Not a CSB, and I had to wait until I got home from work because crying in a cube...wellll....)

About 8 years ago, I got a call from some friends.  It was Feb, and really cold and snowy and windy.  A skinny black cat had shown up on their deck, just miserable.  They let him in and fed and dried him off, and he was just happy to be inside.  you could tell he had been someone's cat.  To make a three week story really short, they took pics, put up fliers, but no luck. and their 3 year old daughter was really allergic, so they couldn't keep him.  So they called me.  Of course I'll take him.  Bring him home, he was just loving, and happy to be warm and dry and fed.  Got along great with my other 3 cats despite being an unneutered male.  So I make the vet appt, to get shots and fixed.  They check him out, but he's got to gain weight before they can do shots and surgery.  So off we go, flea'd and wormed at least.  Shortcut to a month later, he's fat and glossy and happy.  We got to the vet, get bloodwork presurgery.  No issues at all, he loves to ride in a car, stands up and puts his feet on the dash and just looks out at things going by.  They call me three days later, ask me to come in.  Just me.  They explain that he's got something, forgive me, but I don't know what it was, but a disease that will kill him.  It could be three weeks, three months, maybe more, but it will kill him.  And it won't be nice.  It will be much like rabies, muscle stricture, intense pain, bleeding.....but it will happen, it's just when, and it would only take hours once it hit him.  I thought of my sweet boy, how he sits on top of the tv (this was before flat screens) and swipe at things going by on the screen, how he cuddled with the other cats and ...

I'm so sorry.  I'm crying for you.


Thank you.
 
2013-07-19 09:37:35 PM  
Since we're posting the heart twisting stuff...


The one absolutely unselfish friend that a man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his dog.

A man's dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground where the wintry winds blow, and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master's side.
He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer, he will lick the sores and wounds that come in encounter with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his Pauper master as if he were a prince.

When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens. If misfortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him to guard against danger, to fight against his enemies.

And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes the master in it's embrace, and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by the graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad, but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true, even in death.

From a speech given by Former Senator George Graham Vest of Missouri. Delivered in 1870 when he was acting as a lawyer in a suit against a man who had killed the dog of his client. -- He won the case.


If it should be that I grow weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then you must do what must be done,
For this last battle cannot be won.

You will be sad, I understand.
Don't let your grief then stay your hand.
For this day, more than all the rest,
Your love for me must stand the test.

We've had so many happy years.
What is to come can hold no fears.
You'd not want me to suffer so;
The time has come -- please let me go.

Take me where my need they'll tend,
And please stay with me till the end.
Hold me firm and speak to me,
Until my eyes no longer see.

I know in time that you will see
The kindness that you did for me.
Although my purr its last I gave,
From pain and suffering I've been saved.

Please do not grieve -- it must be you
Who had this painful thing to do.
We've been so close, we two, these years;
Don't let your heart hold back its tears.
Smile, we walked together awhile.
 
2013-07-19 09:38:53 PM  

zabadu:

You're giving me a special gift,
So sorrowfully endowed,
And through these last few cherished days,
Your courage makes me proud.

But really, love is knowing
When your best friend is in pain,
And understanding earthly acts
Will only be in vain.

So looking deep into your eyes,
Beyond, into your soul,
I see in you the magic that will
Once more make me whole.

The strength that you possess,
Is why I look to you today,
To do this thing that must be done,
For it's the only way.

That strength is why I've followed you,
And chose you as my friend,
And why I've loved you all these years....
My partner 'till the end.

Please, understand just what this gift,
You're giving, means to me,
It gives me back the strength I've lost.
And all my dignity.

You take a stand on my behalf,
For that is what friends do.
And know that what you do is right,
For I believe it too.

So one last time, I breathe your scent,
And through your hand I feel,
The courage that's within you,
To now grant me this appeal.

Cut the leash that holds me here,
Dear friend, and let me run,
Once more a strong and steady dog,
My pain and struggle done.

And don't despair my passing,
For I won't be far away,
Forever here, within your heart,
And memory I'll stay.

I'll be there watching over you,
Your ever faithful friend,
And in your memories I'll run,
.....a young dog once again.


Now I am completely losing it *sniff* *wail*
 
2013-07-19 09:39:51 PM  

zabadu: Is this it?

You're giving me a special gift,
So sorrowfully endowed,
And through these last few cherished days,
Your courage makes me proud.


I had made it through all of this today... but that one made me cry.
 
2013-07-19 09:52:39 PM  
Best thing to do going forward is some sort of tribute that could help other dogs. I saw that he's helping others with their vet bills. Like a boss.

If he was really a boss, after a mourning period, probably the best tribute would be adopting another rescue and providing the good life, la dolce vita. Because clearly, Schoep lived like a king.

Another good tribute would be to have memories of Schoep result in happiness, not sadness. That comes in time. That's what Schoep would want I'm sure.

Eventually, you remember and smile.
 
2013-07-19 09:56:20 PM  

JungleBoogie: Best thing to do going forward is some sort of tribute that could help other dogs. I saw that he's helping others with their vet bills. Like a boss.

If he was really a boss, after a mourning period, probably the best tribute would be adopting another rescue and providing the good life, la dolce vita. Because clearly, Schoep lived like a king.

Another good tribute would be to have memories of Schoep result in happiness, not sadness. That comes in time. That's what Schoep would want I'm sure.

Eventually, you remember and smile.


Spot on.
 
2013-07-19 10:02:04 PM  

zabadu: Cookbook's Anarchist: Pray 4 Mojo: Cookbook's Anarchist: Cold_Sassy: Satan's Bunny Slippers: imnotadoctor: I saw this on Reddit earlier and thought it was lovely...

You've never seen Rainbow Bridge before?

Even after all this time, I still can't read that without crying.

The one that always gets me when I catch it is the poem told from the dog's perspective wondering why their owner won't spend the last few minutes with them.

Anybody know the name of that poem based on my awful, bland description?

Don't know it... and not sure what you mean. Is it about somebody handing their dog over to the vet to march 'em in the back and put 'em down? Who the fark would do that?!?!

Hopefully no one would. I have an 12 year old Chow still zipping along and we had a recent scare with pneumonia in February and an additional surgery to have the plate from his knee removed since it could have housed the initial infection.

The poem itself was posted in a similar Fark thread a few years back. From what I remember, the perspective is from the dog as it lies on the table knowing the end is near. It recounts all the great times it had with the owner and how the dog was always loyal when the owner was sick or sad. The poem ends with the dog begging for the owner not to leave him alone during the last few minutes.

Hell, it started getting dusty in here...I'll keep trying to find it and post it if I can.

Is this it?

You're giving me a special gift,
So sorrowfully endowed,
And through these last few cherished days,
Your courage makes me proud.
 
But really, love is knowing
When your best friend is in pain,
And understanding earthly acts
Will only be in vain.
 
So looking deep into your eyes,
Beyond, into your soul,
I see in you the magic that will
Once more make me whole.
 
The strength that you possess,
Is why I look to you today,
To do this thing that must be done,
For it's the only way.
 
That strength is why I've followed you,
And chose you as my friend,
And why I've loved you al ...


Yes, that is it. I don't why I thought it involved the vet. Perhaps I was mixing them up.

/This is a dark, depressing bookmark
 
2013-07-19 10:13:09 PM  

zabadu: Since we're posting the heart twisting stuff...


The one absolutely unselfish friend that a man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his dog.

A man's dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground where the wintry winds blow, and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master's side.
He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer, he will lick the sores and wounds that come in encounter with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his Pauper master as if he were a prince.

When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens. If misfortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him to guard against danger, to fight against his enemies.

And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes the master in it's embrace, and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by the graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad, but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true, even in death.

From a speech given by Former Senator George Graham Vest of Missouri. Delivered in 1870 when he was acting as a lawyer in a suit against a man who had killed the dog of his client. -- He won the case.


If it should be that I grow weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then you must do what must be done,
For this last battle cannot be won.

You will be sad, I understand.
Don't let your grief then stay your hand.
For this day, more than all the rest,
Your love for me must stand the test.

We've had so many happy years.
What is to come can hold no fears.
You'd not want me to suffer so;
The time has come -- please let me go.

Take me where my need they'll tend,
And please stay with me till the end.
Hold me firm and speak to me,
Until my eyes no longer see.

I know in time that you will see
The kindness that you did for me.
Although my purr its last I gave,
From pain and suffering I've been saved.

Please do not grieve -- it must be you
Who had this painful thing to do.
We've been so close, we two, these years;
Don't let your heart hold back its tears.
Smile, we walked together awhile.


Oh goddammit.
 
2013-07-19 10:20:00 PM  

Satan's Bunny Slippers: .and then it was more "momma, I'm sleepy".  And he put his head down on my hand as I held him, purred and went to sleep.


I think you broke me.

:(
 
2013-07-19 11:06:42 PM  

Satan's Bunny Slippers: Lachwen: My family and I have always been cat people. [snip for readability]

First, there are some awesome people and pet owners here.

But the pic of your black cat brought back memories of my Caesar, I only had him a couple of months.  (WARNING: Not a CSB, and I had to wait until I got home from work because crying in a cube...wellll....)

About 8 years ago, I got a call from some friends.  It was Feb, and really cold and snowy and windy.  A skinny black cat had shown up on their deck, just miserable.  They let him in and fed and dried him off, and he was just happy to be inside.  you could tell he had been someone's cat.  To make a three week story really short, they took pics, put up fliers, but no luck. and their 3 year old daughter was really allergic, so they couldn't keep him.  So they called me.  Of course I'll take him.  Bring him home, he was just loving, and happy to be warm and dry and fed.  Got along great with my other 3 cats despite being an unneutered male.  So I make the vet appt, to get shots and fixed.  They check him out, but he's got to gain weight before they can do shots and surgery.  So off we go, flea'd and wormed at least.  Shortcut to a month later, he's fat and glossy and happy.  We got to the vet, get bloodwork presurgery.  No issues at all, he loves to ride in a car, stands up and puts his feet on the dash and just looks out at things going by.  They call me three days later, ask me to come in.  Just me.  They explain that he's got something, forgive me, but I don't know what it was, but a disease that will kill him.  It could be three weeks, three months, maybe more, but it will kill him.  And it won't be nice.  It will be much like rabies, muscle stricture, intense pain, bleeding.....but it will happen, it's just when, and it would only take hours once it hit him.  I thought of my sweet boy, how he sits on top of the tv (this was before flat screens) and swipe at things going by on the screen, how he cuddled with the other cats and ...


Oh geez, that is hearbreaking.  But at least Caesar had a good life for the short time he was with you, and knew the comfort of your touch to the very end.  You gave him the best gift anyone could.  I would hug you right now if I could.

When the day finally comes that I have my own place and a good, steady income, I'm going to go down to the local animal shelter and ask them to show me the oldest cat they have up for adoption.  No matter how old that cat is, I will take it home.  Maybe it will still have a few good years left, and maybe only a month or two.  But that cat will have a warm, loving home for however long its final days last.  And after it has passed, I will go back to the shelter and do it again.

Kittens get adopted out really easily.  Old cats...not so much.
 
2013-07-19 11:17:06 PM  

r1niceboy: My dog is 12, has knee issues, and is right at the life expectancy for the two breeds that make up his mix. I've already said I'm using several thousand slaves to build a pyramid for him when he goes.


Epitaph To A Dog - Lord Byron, 1808

www.pets4ever.org.uk
 
2013-07-19 11:52:36 PM  

JungleBoogie: r1niceboy: My dog is 12, has knee issues, and is right at the life expectancy for the two breeds that make up his mix. I've already said I'm using several thousand slaves to build a pyramid for him when he goes.

Epitaph To A Dog - Lord Byron, 1808

[www.pets4ever.org.uk image 375x500]


And let us not forget Able Seacat Simon:

upload.wikimedia.org
 
2013-07-20 10:12:01 PM  
You assholes making me cry! Enjoy your pets while you have them,
 
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