Originally posted by Kelly_Bean
Wrong, sir, you cannot be certain over another person's feelings.
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.
a) Is not a fact.
b) Is.
Originally posted by Vathu
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Originally posted by BobbyD
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.a) Is not a fact.
b) Is.
My dad just talked to the vet, he said it more likely he had a blood clot in his lung, and broke off to his brain, or heart.
We're having him cremated, and we cut off some of his hair that will go into a picture frame with his picture in it.
We did the samething for two cocker spaniels we used to have.
How old was your dog Kelly, and what happened if you don't mind sharing?
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.
Sorry I typed a story up. 🙂
Originally posted by Kelly_BeanI have a similar sad story. 🙁
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.
Sorry I typed a story up. 🙂
Originally posted by Rogue Jedi
I have a similar sad story. 🙁
Originally posted by Kelly_BeanBaron 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.
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...
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.
Originally posted by Rogue Jedi
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.
Originally posted by Reverend Axel
Wow, you guys have some sad stories. You should make your own threads.****.
Re: My dog died today
Originally posted by OB1-adobe
I guess need support from every which way possible.This is really hard, even though I know someone is going to post something smartass.
All i can do is grieve
Murphy (golden retreiver)
April 22 1996 - October 2 2007
He was the best dog I've ever had.
And will always be, I'll never have a dog again, I just can't go through this anymore.
Sorry to hear your lost. Keep the memories with you all the time.