The loss of a family pet

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    This may seem a superfluous thread to begin to some. But to those of us who love our "beasts" the way so many of us do I want to begin a thread which allows those very people to express their sense of grief when a beloved pet has to be "put to sleep" (as we say here) or "put down" as the English say.

    I know one member quite well who recently who's really going through the throes of the grieving process.

    Over the last two years I've lost both my English Springer Spaniels. Both lived wonderful full lives but the loss is still palpable. What (in my case dogs) a pet can do for the human psyche is something pretty terrific.

    I suffer from long bouts of insomnia and nothing but nothing would help me relax and regroup more than throwing off the covers and going downstairs to be with the hounds as they leaned against me - one one side, the other flanking me too. It was an elixir supreme.

    Anyway. If so-inclined share your stories. If nothing else it's cathartic to recall.

    Just for fun here are my two new boys (both again English Springers) romping on the beach here at the Cape:

    Lucy and Angus (1994 - 2009, 1994 - 2008)


    Pilot and Rocket born respectively 2007, 2008

    Both Pilot and Rocket were shipped from a breeder outside of Denver, Colorado. Both have the same sire but different mothers.

    They're the BOMB!!

    Should any of you care to recount your experiences it would help us all (I feel) to recognize what these wonderful creatures mean to the betterment of our lives.

    I guess all topics need not be about cocks and politics eh? :biggrin1:
     
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    I recently lost two beloved pets - dogs who were strays and wound up at my house looking for food, medical help and most of all - love!
    "Rambo", a male - part lab part something, had been hit by a car. We took him to a vet and got a cast on his leg. You could practically see his ribs - he was also starving. He was a dedicated family member for over 12 years despite becomming a diabetic and developing tumors, internal and external. We gave him insulin twice a day for over a year while the tumor on his rear left knee got bigger and bigger. One night arriving home, he jumped out of the car in the driveway. Once inside, I saw blood on the rug and found the tumor had busted open. Wrapping it for the night, we took him to our vet and was told because of the wound and his other conditions, it would be best to put him down. We had him cremated.

    The other stray was a female and she had been shot several times although the wounds had healed. She had one bad habit - she liked to get underneath a bedroom window and bark all night. So....she basically became an inside pet, like Rambo. He only went out on a leash, but we would let her out in the morning after she did her little "dance" to go out. In the summertime she would get in shade until we came home. In the winter, a neighbor would let her in and out if we were going to be gone more than a few hours.

    One morning, I let her out while I was getting things put in my camper. An hour or two later, I heard her whimpering underneath. I had to pull her out and found her soaking wet. I thought she had been in a creek but no...he was blood. Her tongue was hanging out further than I had ever seen it and she was almost in shock. Examining her, we found deep wounds to her rear. We rushed her to the vet and left her, hopeing for the best. This was the middle of the week. I checked on her the next day and they told me she had 42 puncture wounds and they didn't know if they could save her or not. Going to see her the next day, I broke down in tears when I saw her almost shaved body and several tubes coming out of her body. She was sedated but I do think she recognized my voice. They vet called on Monday and said she was worse and no hope. We said to go ahead and do what needed to be done and call the cremation service to come get her.

    Less than a week later, we got her remains back. Now both she and Rambo are together "Rainbow Heaven" and their ashes side-by-side in a little personalized covered "casket" on a shelf at home.

    Forgive any misspellings...it's hard to relate through tears.

    I miss them both but have wonderful memories of the love and companionship shown us while here.
     
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    it has been quite awhile me. i lost a stray dog due to posioning. this dog was the best friend i ever had. i remember before he died we took him to the vet. they gave him some meds. when we got him back home i just sat with him in the back of my station wagon. i kept petting him and talking to him. i told that if he had to die that i would be alright that i would be strong for him. the next 5 minutes was the hardest for me he died with his head in my lap. it is still hard for me
     
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    I've been asked to post this for a member no longer with us here at LPSG for whom I have great respect:


     
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    Lady friend whom i hardly know took me into town to pick up a borrowed vehicle She immediately related to me .. the Death 2 nights previous when her and her partners Cat had died .. at 3 minutes to Midnight (exact time) She was distraught to the Max..tears streaming down her face..despite her still safe driving. Inconsolable..she mentioned how the Cat was company for her while her Partner was on Night Shift etc She had not slept for the two nights since his passing Once she had allowed her cat (Monkey Face') to cry for as long as he wanted..she timed him...(4 hours) He was a noisy critter I do prefer Dogs myself. My biggest Loss was my Irish Setter .. absolutely Beautiful dog ..actually saved my life when i ...scotch straight days...crapped out in an abandoned warehouse...only his cold nose nuzzling me constantly got me out of that stupor. Animals - Lovely creatures enz
     
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    When my sister and I became roomies some years ago, she came with 4 cats and I had my Ke-Bah. He was a ruddy Abysinian, 6 years old at the time I had to put him down.

    Ke-Bah (named dervied from Ka and Bah) suffered from colitis. He was an amazing little cat. I taught him hand signals so that he would know when he could jump up on the counter to drink from the faucet (a rare treat) and I taught him how to play hide and seek. He also would wake me up in the morning to play "fetch" with a paper ball.

    ke-Bah was under the distinct impression that other kitties were supposed to know how to play hide and seek. I saw him peering through the patio door one afternoon at another cat, jumping in and out of the other cat's line of sight. I knew then Ke-Bah was waiting for the other cat to hide so he could find him.

    He and I would run about the house looking for each other during our hide and seek games. Ke-Bah also knew when I pretended not to see him. I would turn to walk away, Ke-Bah would run up behind me and tap me on the back of my ankle EVERYTIME to let me know that I was not playing fair.

    After I had to put Ke-Bah down, I adopted my sister's orange tabby Goslin. This past January he became very sick and of course, he had to be put down. He was about 10 years old.

    My sister would bring all of her cats in the room with her at night, but first thing in the morning Goslin would sit at my door until I got up for the day. It was the cutest thing.

    Goslin would curl up on the bed with me and watch tv. One year he was in my room while American Idol was on and I noticed that he was burying his head in the blankets. The really bad singers were a huge turn off for him. I made a video of him hidhing his head during one of the bad auditions. He was not pleased that he had to suffer through that foolishness.

    Cats have personalities just like people do, while not as physical as dogs, they bring a unique one of a kind presence to our lives. I miss both of them.
     
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    Losing a pet, esp one you've lived w/for years can be devastating! Sometimes yrs later you think you're over it and you come across a picture of the beloved, departed one and you lose it. I had a yorkiepoo for almost 15 years I got up one day and thot he was sleeping. He had died during the night. It was very weird b/c the day before he seemed fine. I think about him all the time and still love him dearly.
    I got him from an old friend when he was a wee puppy. My friend treated him terribly. His idea of training was a wooden spoon. When I moved in w/my friend you couldn't put yr hand or anything near him b/c the dog would get viscious on you....VISCIOUS. Then I was the living-room roommate. Over many months when I was going to bed the pooch finally jumped up on the end of the bed to sleep but I still couldn't go anywhere near him. Over the next few months he must have realized that I wouldn't hurt him and over about 3 months time he'd creep up closer and closer to me when I was going to bed. FINALLY after about three months he let me touch him...for two seconds then he'd get worried and try to bite. A month later he was sleeping under the covers w/me and was very loving to me. When I moved out he came w/me and was my little buddy for the next 14 years. Oh i loved him so. He came around personality-wise so brilliantly and was loving to my friends etc. Like night and day.
    But back to the topic.....yes it's soooooooo hard when they pass and you miss them desperately......desperatley. Dogs do things that stick in yr mind. It took me almost 3 yrs to move his dishes out. Awww my poor baby I miss him so!
     
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    I want to thank you Stronzo & R. for posting that very thoughtful and kind remembrance of my beloved "emmy".
    As everyone who has had to put a beloved pet to sleep knows it was a very difficult decision that we had to make one which we did not enter into lightly as some of you might know.
    M & M had been declining for a few years. His back legs had stopped working and when he would run his back legs would just drag uselessly behind him. Though it didn't hurt him it was painful to watch. He was seriously overweight from my letting him eat "people food" but in the last year with Great Scott Kennels help we were able to get him to lose 30 pounds. That helped him to be in great physical shape though nothing could clear his mind.
    He was blind in his left eye, deaf and had become very confused in his general demeanor.
    Some days it would seem as if he knew just what was going but other days he would crawl into bed and sleep with us and somehow he just couldn't bring himself to let us know when
    he had to go out.
    On those days we would smell that "foul odor" that tells you that the dog had defecated in our bed.
    It always broke my heart to see him just lying there unable to even get up from the mess he was laying in even though he was covered in excrement.
    We just cleaned him up over and over again as was necessary.
    We knew the day would come when we'd have to do the unthinkable. Towards that end I endeavored to make it as pleasant as possible for my sweet boy by keeping him wherever I had to be.I always took him with mewhen we headed for "camp" in Rhode Island where we keep our "summer home". Anyone who knows me a little knows that Mr. Ed and I are nudists who spend as much time as we possibly can in the woods {or at home} naked!
    We lease a campsite in a woodland "preserve" where we keep our second home which is a 38 ft. trailer with all the comforts of home.
    It is a very enjoyable time except for this summer because it rained all the time! Anyway "emmy" and I really love exploring here in the woods.
    Things were up and down with poor "emma" as it has been for the last couple of years. A few weeks ago {2 1/2} Mr. Ed went back to the trailer to make himself another drink but this time instead of being happy to see him, M & M bared his teeth,growled and would not let Mr. Ed enter into the house! After Mr. Ed spoke softly and quietly to "emmy" he finally stopped guarding the door and came to the screen door to sniff him.
    He did eventually recognize Mr. Ed and let him in.
    That was one of the defining moments which really showed us how fast he was deteriorating.
    That same night when "emmy" got loose from his runner he took off into the woods at night which was unlike him.
    We have coyotes and other wild life that could harm a domesticated dog/cat/pet if they aren't watching what was going on around them. When I finally found him he didn't seem to know the car or what was expected of him.
    All of these events in combination lead us to the agonizing decision we felt we just had to make. We just could not wait until "emmy" had bitten someones child or indeed a child from our own families because he wasn't aware of whom was who.
    In the last days before we had M & M put to sleep we gave him all of his favorites foods chicken,steaks,pig ears and rawhide chews and we took jim to see the family members and friends who helped make his life rich and wonderful to him as well as for them.
    We took "emmy" to his favorite kennel that a friend Billy Murphy has had in his family for 40 years. Billy made a place for him to lie down with nice soft blankets and when Dr. Kris came Mr. Ed placed him on the table so she could give him "the shot".
    We all held "emmy" while he struggled against Billy's hold on him keeping him in place so he didn't get hurt or hurt anyone.
    M & M was gone from our lives at 11:53 am.
    We all cried like babies as he passed on from this painful,cold world. He made my life a happier place while he was with me.
    We had a private cremation for M & M where we said our final goodbyes to him. After we were done they gently placed him into the next room where we saw that only he was placed in the crematory. It sounds quite morbid but in this way I was assured of getting just my dog's ashes back and though it was truly hard, I felt better knowing that he would once again be coming home with me.
    Thank you to all of you who expressed sorrow and condolences on his passing.
    Very many thanks to Ray,Wills, Pitbull,Stronzo,Bronx Ego and Miguel,Billy Murphy and my family for helping to make the unbearable bearable.
    C.B.:saevil:
     
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    I had my first pet loss when I was about 8 years old. Foxylady was pregnant & rode in the car with us when we moved from Michigan to South Carolina. She gave birth to a litter shortly after we arrived & died a few months later. My folks never really gave me an explanation; probably a good thing in retrospect. One of her puppies, the runt of the litter, was Feisty, a collie-sheppard mix. My parents never allowed our dogs to be in the house with us. Feisty was not one to be tied up or held in a pen though. She would always break a chain, chew through a rope, dig under a fence OR jump over it. She eventually made it to the house when she was the only dog we had left. Of course I spoiled her. But I also trained her. She never had to be on a lease; not that she would have let me put one on her. But she never ran off either. I could leave her in my truck with the windows down & the keys in the ignition & she wouldn’t let anyone near the truck. I trained her with hand signals so that I didn’t have to yell at her if she happened to be in the next yard or out at night. Feisty was a very good protector too. In fact, when my sister was pregnant with her first son, my first nephew, Feisty would sit next to her & would bare her teeth if you came to close to her or try to put your hand on her stomach. If you happened to touch my sister’s stomach, she would gently pull your hand off of her stomach & watch you carefully. Later, after my nephew was born, my sister would lay him down on a blanket on the living room floor & Feisty would lay on the edge of the blanket watching him. She was just as protective of him when he got older & would start walking. If he fell, she would nudge him back up & lick him when he would cry. Many years later, she ended up spending her days out in our back yard when we were at work, then she would come inside & sleep with me at night. I came home for work one day, opened the back door & called her…she didn’t come. I called her again & again…she never came. I walked out to the back yard, circled around the pool & saw her body lying in the bushes. She was gone. Nothing could have prepared me for this moment. Feisty was healthy & not showing any signs of age (10 years) or distress. I simply lost it.


    It was 12 years later (when I met my partner) when I had another animal in my life. Dusty, a Maltese, has never been very happy to have me around. Granted the first four years of his life, it was just him & his Daddy. We’ve grown closer with each year passing but he stills growls at me when my partner comes home from work & I try to get a hug. Funny thing is, when his Daddy isn’t around (like now), we seem to best of friends. Right now, he’s laying on the futon here in my office, every so often looking over at me. He started having issues a couple of years ago with kidney stones. We noticed some blood on the tip of his penis & got really concerned. The vet did an ultra sound & determined that they had to remove it or them. After the surgery (my partner was a complete mess during this time) we had to have him on prescription food & mix water in it because he wasn’t drinking enough on his own. Fast forward a year & I wake up one Sunday with him lying next to me on the bed - stiff as a board. He’d also lost control of his bladder. I thought he was gone. I noticed shallow breathing & rushed him to the emergency vet. My partner was out of town for work which made it worse for me; having to tell him that his baby was sick – on MY watch. I picked him up later that night & found out that he had a mild stroke. After taking him to his vet the next day, we found out that he had heart disease. Because of this he began taking medication twice a day for the excessive fluid on his lungs. God love him; he thinks he’s still a puppy. He’s had problems taking the stairs out to the back yard so I built him a handi-pup ramp. He absolutely loves it. Because of his cataracts, he walks along the side of the ramp against the wall & we have to be very careful when he is away from the house - his familiar territory. Now, because of his condition(s), we’ve already discussed what we need to prepare for. The last thing we want is for our little boy (more like grumpy old man sometimes) to suffer. We’ve decided that until it is time for his forever rest, we’ll make life as comfortable for him as possible. And we’ll let him go rest before he suffers.

    It took me most of the day to finish this. I didn’t think I’d get as emotional about this dog as I have. This is very therapeutic though & I know it’ll help when the time comes to say “good-bye” for the very last time. :frown1:
     
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    Sorry for all of you all's losses.

     
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    OMG, this is the saddest thread ever. My heart goes out to all of you who have lost fur babies. :frown1:
     
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    the loss of a pet is distressing to be certain. when one has a dog that is an ever constant companion, always cheerful and happy to see you upon your return to them at home and happily sitting at your feet, dutifully guarding you with ferocious barks when there is an unexpected noise or knock at the door, a hopefully expectant wag of the tail when hearing dishes being cleared in the kitchen, a tired sigh in their sleep at the foot of the bed at night, a 'YES PLEASE!' bark at the mention of a ride in the car to go to the beach...they are the most honest of creatures. after my black lab/chow-chow Boris died in foster care after my April 2009 accident i was and remain very sad to not have his constant presence.
     
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    Sorry to hear about the losses to the above posters.

    My story is not about a dog or a cat. Two rabbits.

    My very first rabbit was Hershey. She was the sweetest little thing you would ever set your eyes on. Her markings were very similar to that of Siamese Cat with a rustic color and chocolate brown on her face. I purchased her just after I moved out of my house and was living with my bf at his aunts house in Southwest Michigan. We got her from a pet store in Detroit. Hershey was a bit of a trouble maker in the first few years as she would chew on everything in sight. First it was the baseboards and then wires for the computer. Of course she would never do this when I was home and I think she saved it for the bf. He would end up chasing her around all day and then finally get her into the cage. Hershey would travel with us whenever we left home. Most people think that rabbits really don't have any personality but I am telling you they do. If you were not paying attention to her she would thump and then growl at you. And if that was not enough she would jump onto your lap and push her head under your hand to pet her. She passed away a few years ago at the Vets. I cried for days because I really loved her.

    My second rabbit was Maple. I found him a few days before I moved back to Canada in a parking lot of the apartment complex I was living at. He was a quick one because it took me about 3 hours to catch him. I tried to find his owner but had no luck. So I decided that he was going to come with us. Great rabbit as well. Black and white in color. He was with us for about 7 yrs and had to have him put down because of a tumor. Before I took him to the Vet I got down on the floor and told him I was sorry for what I was about to do. Balling my eyes out of course! I honestly think he understood what was going on because he came up to me and licked my nose. I often wonder if that was his way to of telling me it was ok.

    Writing this has actually brought a few tears to my eyes...I miss them both!
     
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    I have an impossible time speaking about this because I love my pets beyond any reason. At my mom's house with its 16 acres, we have a literal pet cemetery where the dogs, cats, and horses are buried with headstones. My hamster is buried elsewhere on the property.

    I truly can't begin to describe what it's like to lose a beloved animal. For me, it's like losing a child and that kind of grief can't be quantified. I will say that I hope if there's an afterlife, that the first creature to greet me will be my beloved Chesapeake, Tristan.

    Right now my two dogs, Boomer and Tweeter, are doing yeoman's work keeping me focused and sane during my cancer treatment. They keep me company at night, force me to take care of them, and regale me with love no matter how shitty I may look, smell, or act. I cannot begin to describe how much I owe them and if I do die before they do, it will save me the horror of living through their deaths even if it will leave me with intense anxiety about their future without me.
     
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    Personally, I believe that pets are the closest a person can have to true friends, spouses and children aside.

    A dog might love you unconditionally, not to mention its devotion and empathy.

    I do love my dogs :smile:

    Both are brown mongrels, big one's he young male, and the small one's the elderly female- she's the dominatrix.

    That being said, I do hope that I'll be around when they pass on - they lived my life with me, so I shall try to be there with them in their last moments.
     
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    My whole family was crushed when our dog died not long ago. Technically, she was my dog. When I was 14, I bought her as a puppy from a pet store for $27.00. She was a Bouvier/Collie mix. She was naturally well-behaved and barely needed training.

    My family had just relocated to a very remote rural area. I had no friends and my nearest neighbor was a half-mile away. I spent alot of time alone with my dog in the quarry just behind our house. I was fascinated by the wildlife (foxes, snakes, tadpoles, bullfrogs, water scorpions, minnows). My dog had a habit of putting dead, dried-up frogs into her mouth. I'd have to reach in and pull the rotting, wormy thing out as she growled and bared her teeth. She never bit me, though.

    Since she grew up in the country, she wasn't socialized. When we moved to the city, she saw every person and dog as a threat. She was overly-protective, and that worried us greatly. Our yard wasn't fenced in, and so we had to tether her when we let her out. One day, I was putting her on her leash when a little blonde girl came running into our yard. My dog took after her and ran up to her. They were eye level with each other. I was terrified that she'd bite the girl. Instead, she just barkied and likely gave the girl a life-long phobia.

    I eventually left home and my parents took my dog because I had an apartment that I didn't think was large enough for this big dog. My parents eventually moved back to the country where my dog lived out her remaining days. Cancer took her quickly and she didn't suffer much in the end.
     
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    I just wanted to say thank you to all those who sent me cards and condolences on M & M's Passing.
    Mr. Ed and I truly appreciate how kind some of you have been towards us in this most awful time in our lives.
    Thank you.:smile:
    C.B.:saevil:
     
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    God this thread brought back so many memories, thank you Stronzo. I lost my beloved dogs a whlie back, one of them i had from a puppy until she was a very old Lady, she used to like a chopped up boiled egg warm in a morning and a cup of tea, even if dog meal was put out. She used to greet me in a morning with a friendly whine and lick me on the lips, funny how pets know where to kiss you.
    I have lost close family and friends and even though the pain has been unbearable it is nothing like using your best trusted pal, i cried for months especially in my sleep.
    I have never had any pets since them two pals, i may be selfish but i could not go through that pain again.
     
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