Today was a bad day--Had to have our dog put down

yiterp

yiterp

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our old dog Cassie(14yrs.)has been getting worse and worse and over the weekend she lost the ability to walk.this was a very hard time for the family especially my son--we got the dog when he was 5yrs. old
she was a good dog--much loved by all and gave much love in return

was the hardest thing i think i have ever done--was too hard for my son and wife to be there when it happened--last thing the dog ever saw was my face--and she seemed so happy--even gave me one final lick --i feel to say thank you for caring--at least i hope this was the case

god i will miss this old dog :( :( :(
 
back a few years ago we had to put down our dog as well. She was in the family for a few years before i came around and was a good dog. Then when i came around she was maybe 5 or 6. She was always spunky and was always excited to see us.

She ahd gotten worse as years went on. My sister's husbands dog at the time had a litter of puppies. We went up to visit her one day to see if there was a puppy we liked. I'm guessing i was about 10-12 at the time. The puppy we wanted was taken so we left and came back to our old dog. We really only wanted this one puppy because it was obviously the smartest and the most characted. It was also a reddish color which was just really cool since it has ice blue eyes.

Well a fews weeks later we get a call saying the dog is no longer taken since the person couldn't take the dog. We get the dog and from the first min. we got him, the older dog barked everytime he came near her.

The older dog just got worse and one day fell down our stairs one day :( When i got home from school she seemed better but just afew hours later she was walking down our short hallway to the kitchen. I look over and she just collapsed. I go over to her and start screeming for my mom and brother. Mom calls the vet and her and my brother take the dog to the vet.

Well a few hours later they come back without the dog. I was young and thought they just left her there over night for check ups. By now the dog was around 15 yrs. old.

I ask my mom when wendy's gonna be back (name of dog). She broke into tears and said shes not. I had no idea what was goin on but she had to be put down. She was old and was in pain the last few years of her life so it was all for the good.

This hit me pretty hard being only 10-12. I miss her a lot and she was a good dog. Since then however our new dog, the husky, has been great and having him around helped ease the pain of letting our other dog go. :(





It felt good to type this all down....
 
My condolences on your loss. It's a tough thing to have to do, but seeing them suffer is worse. Thanks for taking good care of her for those 14+ yrs.
 
thank you for your kind words i needed them--have to admitt this hole thing made what i thought was a pretty tough old cowboy break down and cry--dam sometimes life is a bitch :( :( :(
 
It's never easy, but it's better than having them suffer and not understand. When my cat got sick, the vet couldn't repair the damaged kidneys, so we put him down, and I stayed with him while the light went out of his eyes.

Not easy. But you didn't take away much life, that wouldn't have gone on much longer anyway.
 
Having a loved pet put to sleep is one of the toughest things to do. Ending their suffering is the most loving thing you can do sometimes.

I'm sorry.
 
My heart is broken just thinking about what you went through. :( I'm so terribly sorry. Hey, at least Cassie went out with love. She's now frolicking around in a beautiful green pasture. You'll see her again in the future...
 
Your dog was a lucky dog.
He was loved I wrote this once when someone elses dog passed away...its sort of my eulogy to all dogs..

my American Eskimo Keesha was the best dog. She loved me and I loved her. When I came home from a trip she insisted that I sit down so she could hop in my lap and lick and kiss me and would follow me wherever I went. When I was sick with Hepatitus and in bed with a raging fever for two months she never left my side. She would only eat when I was asleep. then she would return to her vigil. I would awake from a crazy drug induced dream to see her nose a half inch from my face and her looking into my eyes..her face was wrinkled with doggie worry..
" master are you ok" "Im worried" I owe my recovery in part to her. One night I scooped her up in my arms and said to my wife
" I love this dog so much I just dont know what I would do with out her" The next day she was killed by a snow plow cruising down our street at 70 miles an hour....she had white fur..it had just snowed..there was no one to blame..it just happened...her body froze to the road and my wife had to thaw her corpse off the road with warm water. fortunatly I was gone to chicago on business

My wife called me I was in chicago at a trade show on business. I wept like a baby in my booth and left the show to retreat to my hotel room where I cried for hours. My collegues laughed they thought it was funny..one guy in particular. Ruben laughed at me and in my face..the immature punk..a year later when I owned the company ( another long story) I fired his ass as my first official act as VP. when he asked why I told him. "Any person that laughes at another person who is in pain is not the type of man I want in my organization..you laughed at me when I lost my dog..you thought it was funny to see me in pain. Well now you pay the piper..get out"

Still in the middle of the night I will get up and lean over the bed sometimes and look at the now empty spot on the persian rug where she used to lay next to me. Its been six years since she died. I think of her almost every day.

somepeople say dogs dont go to heaven. I dont believe them. My God loves dogs and Keesha is there waiting for me."
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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. Their bright eyes are intent. Their eager body quivers. Suddenly they begin to run from the group, flying over the green grass, their legs carrying them 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.

I'm sorry,
Frank
 
It's always a traumatic thing. Our shepherd, Casey, is 15 years old. She's down to about 50 pounds, mostly blind, and on arthritis pain medication. The old girl hangs in there though, and still wants to catch her frisbee. (I don't let her run for it)

We keep hoping she just won't wake up one day...
 
Sincere condolences, yiterp. When I have to make the decision to put one of my faithful companions down... I always found myself reading A Dog's Prayer. The last few sentences may help ease the pain but the tears will flow for many years.

"And my friend, when I am very old, and no longer enjoy good health, hearing, and sight, do not make heroic efforts to keep me going. I shall leave this earth knowing with the last breath that I draw that my fate was always safest in your hands. I will always be your best friend." - Author onknown.
 
Steve,

I'm deeply sad to read about the death of your beloved dog Cassie. I have had to have two of my beloved cats "put down" (a severe stroke, and a severe bowel obstruction) over the years, and I still miss 'em. As pet owners, our pets ARE a part of our family, and a loss hurts. Most folks won't understand this, but I'd give one of my arms to have those cats back.

My thoughts are with you & your family at this time of grief.:(.
 
My thoughts and prayers are with you and your entire family as you go through this most difficult of times. Your dog was lucky to have someone who loved her enough to ensure she did not suffer needlessly. Bless you.

AJ
 
I won't say that I can understand what you are going through, so I will only say that I am very sorry for your loss, and I hope you all pull through. Losing a member of the family is always very difficult.

This isn't the same, but might help anyway...

I got my cat, Simba, when I was four years old. He slept on my head every night, lol. After I went to college, my parents took care of him, and when he got sick I would go home (about three hours away) to take him to the vet myself because he was MY cat and only truly trusted me. He died at home while I was at college, peacefully, my parents have told me.

My cat I had after college, Ouzo, died from liver failure. I took him to the vet three times before taking him the final time to put him out of his misery. I am still kicking myself over that; I should have taken him sooner. The worst memory I have, after trying to force-feed him food, is of him stumbling out from under the china cabinet in my dining room, trying to find the litter box, which was/is located in the basement. I stood there with paper towels, telling him it was okay. After that I took him with me and held him all night; the following day I took him to the vet for the final time.

I'm sure we all have stories like that. Maybe some of us feel more for animals than others, but I am sure it was very tough for you, and also know that you will pull through as I did.

love,
ashes
 
I'm so sorry you lost your Cassie. We had to put Brandy, our 15 year-old black lab/mutt, to sleep last year. My wife and I were taking her into the vet's office to be put down when she collapsed on the sidewalk. Debbie and I just sat down with her and bawled like babies while we tried to comfort her. A vet tech came out and helped us take Brandy inside. We had called ahead, so they were ready as soon as we had her in the room. We spent a few last minutes with her, and were both there when she passed. It's been 19 months and I still can't stop the tears when I think about it.

God bless you and your family, yiterp. Cassie was blessed to have a family that loved her so much.
 
It's just like losing a child that never grows up. My condolences for your loss.

We have three cats, and we cry now thinking what will inevitably happen in time.
 
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