[quote]Iron Dwarf wrote:
Sorry about your loss, Chris.
I have 2 Minpins. We call them our little girls (they’re 8.5 lbs each). They’re now 14 years old, yet still remind us of puppies in many ways.
I love them both, so it will probably sound callous what I’m about to say.
There are days where I wish they were gone. Dead. I don’t like seeing the aging process. One is totally deaf, and the other is blind in one eye and the other eye is problematic. Both have rotten teeth, one girl has several missing. For the past 2 days, the one girl has been peeing on a brand new shag rug (I believe she thinks it’s grass).
I know the aging process will progress until they’re much worse, and probably in some pain. THIS I do not look forward to. One of the things I love about dogs is their zest for life, and virtual search for fun and happy experiences. They’re always good to go!
I loathe the day those traits disappear, because I know that loss will soon follow.[/quote]
I had to put Gus down since starting the thread, very tough.
The schnauzers are good.
Notice the shoe, made its way from the bedroom closet, across the living area, through the kitchen, in to the utility area near the food bowls and backyard door.
Still puppies, training me to be tidy and close doors.
Thanks Stu. And it’s like my mom was reminding me, taking Jackie to the vet last night and helping her through it all was the last act of love I could do for her.
ID, I definitely understand what you mean. Physically carrying her around the last few weeks became the new normal, but a few days ago I sat and watched those videos above, and it reminded me of who she really was. She wasn’t supposed to be a dog that laid still for 20 hours a day who isn’t even able to wag her tail.
[quote]Chris Colucci wrote:
Thanks Stu. And it’s like my mom was reminding me, taking Jackie to the vet last night and helping her through it all was the last act of love I could do for her.
ID, I definitely understand what you mean. Physically carrying her around the last few weeks became the new normal, but a few days ago I sat and watched those videos above, and it reminded me of who she really was. She wasn’t supposed to be a dog that laid still for 20 hours a day who isn’t even able to wag her tail.[/quote]
This sentiment is a helpful one. Still a hard call but you just have to believe it’s a continuation of the responsible care you’d been providing. An act of loyalty and compassion considering.
True True. My best friend came with me when I had to put Dragon, my old husky down. He told me that for all the times my faithful companion was there for me, I needed to be there, and do this FOR him. It was the very least I could do for such a loving, and loyal companion. (crap, I’m actually getting misty while typing this… damn dogs -lol).
Terribly sorry for everyone who has had to put their own dog, best friend down. I miss my dog back at home terribly and couldn’t imagine having to do that. I can only imagine it’s take a lot of strength to go through with that.
My girl Roxy.
Working dog for sure.
Took her out for her 6th birthday two weekends ago and provided dog work at a shooting preserve. Had a blast, literally.
Final total: 45 pheasant, 9 chukar and 10 quail.
[quote]The Mighty Stu wrote:
True True. My best friend came with me when I had to put Dragon, my old husky down. He told me that for all the times my faithful companion was there for me, I needed to be there, and do this FOR him. It was the very least I could do for such a loving, and loyal companion. (crap, I’m actually getting misty while typing this… damn dogs -lol).
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My father actually told me something similar to that years ago when we had to put our family lab down. Didn’t make it any easier, but I understood it needed to be done.
He was a rescue that my roommate and I adopted about 4 years ago. His previous owners just sort of assumed labs would always be that calm family dog right from the get go, so instead of playing with him he spent his first 9 months of life in a crate because he was acting like a normal puppy.
When we got him he was deathy afraid of the crate; he’d do nothing but cower and shake in there. Took awhile to undo the damage that had been done, but was so worth it. I love that mutt.
