Kel, I'm going to end this debate, for two reasons: a) this is not the thread, b) I'm significantly older than you, and have lost much more as result of being on this planet longer and thus healed more...real life experiences have taught me such.
All the ways you wish you could be, that's me. I look like you wanna look, I **** like you wanna ****, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not.
Gosh that's really sad..animals and people alike shouldn't have to deal with such harsh things.
My dog was 12-13 years old. She was, like your dog, one of the best dogs anyone could ever have. Up until her last week of life she was a fantastic, lively, generous, loving dog and we're not sure if it was old age or a disease but she just gradually started decreasing in health. She stopped eating, defacating everywhere (though she was trained), did nothing but laze around. We took her to the vet and by that time they said that she was barely alive, her heart was barely beating. That whole day I had been carrying her around in a blanket I used to have as a baby. My mother took off early from work to come home, she and I sat outside with her and I had Casey (that was my dog's name) in my lap as Mom painted the gravestone. I'll never forget that day, ever. My Mom just couldn't take her to the vet with me so my Grandmother and I did it and when we got there they shaved a little piece of fur from her leg, gave her a euthanasia shot, and took a stethescope to listen to a heartbeat. She was gone. They wrapped her back up in my baby blanket, handed her to me and we took her home. I still have the piece of fur they shaved off and her collar with her nametag on it. One thing I remember distinctly was arriving home and saying our last farewells. I was standing just off our porch by our back door and I was holding Casey up (as if she were a real baby) and I remember the sun shining on her face the wind blowing her feathery blonde hair.
All the ways you wish you could be, that's me. I look like you wanna look, I **** like you wanna ****, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not.
Yeah...she was my best friend ever. She followed me EVERYWHERE. If anyone tried to touch me she'd bite at their ankles and/or growl. Whenever I'd come home from school she'd always jump up and down because she was so happy to see me. I miss her...
Baron was bought when I was like 10. in his latter years, he developed chronic arthritis in his back hips, as a lot of shepherds do. well, my dad took him to live with him, taking him to the vet when needed for cortizone shots.
once, I was supposed to meet my dad at his house to help him with something. I was sitting there, waiting for my dad to come home, and Baron looked over at me. he stood up, lumbered over to me, and laid in my lap. I figured he just wanted attention, so I started petting his belly. then, he just stopped breathing and died. I sat there, unbelieving. my stepmom tried to take him away from me, but I wouldnt let her. finally, an hour later, my dad drives up. he walks up, our eyes meet, and he realized. we both started crying and took him out to a nice spot in the woods and buried him.
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All the ways you wish you could be, that's me. I look like you wanna look, I **** like you wanna ****, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not.
my dad, who never cries, letting the tears flow freely.
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All the ways you wish you could be, that's me. I look like you wanna look, I **** like you wanna ****, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not.
It's always hard when a friend dies. I took it very hard when my cat, Bullet, had to be put down because of feline leukemia. He was the best cat I ever had, and I miss him still to this day.
amazing the bonds we form with our pets. Baron actually saved my life once.
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All the ways you wish you could be, that's me. I look like you wanna look, I **** like you wanna ****, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not.
Wow, yeah I had Casey since I was 5-6, I still have a picture of her the day right after I got her sitting in my lap at my Granny's. Your story is so sad! Is arthritus in pets really bad enough to kill them or was it something else? Back in 2002 my Dad cried as well when this was all going on. I was sitting right here about a week or two before we had to euthanize(sp?) her and Casey was in her usual spot in the floor (remember wherever I go, she went) near the doorway and she was already sick and deteriorating by then. Dad came in and hugged me and we both started crying. That was one of the saddest periods of my entire life.
Actually I believe my story about Casey is on here in a thread of my own somewhere, but I'm not sure if the search button would do me any good.
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Oct 2nd, 2007 07:26 PM
We all have our share of stories.
Your story is so sad! Is arthritus in pets really bad enough to kill them or was it something else? Back in 2002 my Dad cried as well when this was all going on. I was sitting right here about a week or two before we had to euthanize(sp?) her and Casey was in her usual spot in the floor (remember wherever I go, she went) near the doorway and she was already sick and deteriorating by then. Dad came in and hugged me and we both started crying. That was one of the saddest periods of my entire life.
