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Obviously many here have experienced the loss of of loved pet (or pets).
I think what makes it so hard is that your pet has given you so much unconditional love, and seeing such a devoted friend leave this earth is a lot to deal with emotionally. I've had to watch a few of mine pass away while growing up, but until recently, my wife refused to allow pets to share our space. We have a dog now that is so phenomenal that even the wife bonds with him immensely. I think his inevitable passing will crush us all. I feel your pain.
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I have suffered through this many times. Our current oldest dog is slowly reaching the end of the line. He went on heart medication a few months ago and I really do not expect him to have a lot more time. Perhaps a year if we are lucky. Nobody really knows. I always will remember his tremendous speed when young across the wet sand chasing seagulls. I never saw another dog move at his speed.
Even when the seagulls became airborne he could match their speed. It must have suprised then when they looked down that he was pacing them. Plus his very high intelligence for a dog. He just chased them for the sake of the chase. He would never hurt another animal. At my age I think the latest dog will last longer than the wife and myself if he lives his full average lifespan. So I will hopefully only have to do the deed one more time unless our older dog passes away in his sleep. As I sit here I cannot even easily recall all the names of all the dogs over the years since being a child. No two dogs we ever had were identical in many ways. They were all individuals. The best dogs where the mixed breed ones or mongerals if you wish. |
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Last night, I had to make the decision to have Mac euthanized... this is the first pet I've had throughout my foray into adulthood, and having him only live to 8 years of age crushed my spirits... I felt like a coward having given the order to bring out the needles... But over the day, I was trying anything to keep my mind off of the fact that my dog was dying. When I went in to see him, I could barely even look at him, covered in blood he had been releasing from both ends... What killed me the most was that my dog is never excitable, except for when I come home, when it takes him a good 15 minutes to stop barking. When I walked into his area, he sat up from his slump and tried to walk towards me. And all I could do was turn around and wimper in the corner. I eventually worked up the courage to lay with him for a last time, telling him how good he is and how much I love him. They told me there was a chance that with a transfusion he may get better, but I knew it was only prolonging the inevitable. His intestines, for whatever reason, were blocked and swollen, preventing excrement from releasing... x-rays showed nothing but the swelling...
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I was raised differently from my younger brother; I got the no nonsense 50's approach. Honestly felt like a trial by fire. My brother was raised like 'the baby' because he was the second child. He's the crier, and I was always told by my dad not to cry. When he passed, I only cried when I first saw him in the hospital. After that, I stayed as strong as I could for my then 9 year old brother... After the amount of death I've witnessed in my life, I don't think I would tell my son/daughter that crying is unnatural...
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Your poem helped me greatly; the last thing I said to him was that we'll cross together in only 55 years and sit on the couch for hours with not a care in our world...
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I am happy that the poor little fella isnt in pain and hurting anymore.
You did the right thing Snake.
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SS, you did the right thing, as tough as it was and you are a better person for it. I wish you respite in this tough time, but know that this too will pass. Take care.
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This reminded me; one night years ago, we were watching a movie that had some scenes with old Mercedes diesel taxis clattering around Beirut. Every time one of those cars would turn up, our two chows would start barking like we'd just gotten home. What a howl!
Remember the good times with Macaroni.
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