Buried My Dog Today

ronto

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Friday evening I was taking a walk with Buddy my dog and he started walking like he was drunk and suddenly collapsed. I carried him home and laid him on his bed. Friday night and Saturday he was not in pain but was semi-conscious and could not move his legs. I put some food and water near his mouth but he showed no interest in them. I checked him now and then and he was breathing but labored breathing. On Sunday he was crying a lot in pain and started coughing up blood. He kept me up all Sunday night with his continuous crying and moaning. I called my cattle rancher neighbor today who has many years of experience with all sorts of animals. He said he more than likely had a severe stroke and would not last too much longer. One shot to the head and it was over. It was a tough decision but the misery he was in was breaking my heart and I couldn't bear to witness the pain he was in any longer. I loved Buddy very much for the past 13 years and my final act of love was to give him relief from his horrible pain. I'm very sad today but I don't regret my decision. I remember the good times we had together over these many years and the joy he brought to my life...good bye old friend and thank you for your devotion and companionship. :cry:
 
It's SAD when you lose an old faithful friend who was with you through thick and thin and always loved you with all his heart.
May he rest in peace and greet you at the Rainbow Bridge some day.
 
RonT, prayers sent for you. The word dog is God spelled backward. They give unconditional love. You did the best you could for him. I too have done the same.
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I'm Sorry Ron... There's just no way to be an angel of mercy without the pain. We're very sorry for your loss and sadness.

RIP Buddy.

Regards, Pete
 
SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS. WORDS DO NOT FIX THE PAIN AND ABSENCE. HE IS AT THE RAINBOW BRIDGE WAITING FOR YOU, AS ARE EACH OF MINE FOR ME.......FIND ANOTHER TO SAVE, AND BE YOUR FRIEND........PRAYERS FOR YOU FROM THE NEAR NORTH WOODS.......
 
The quick glance from the shadow, the cold nose on the back of your hand, the sound of nails clicking on the floor. He is just checking on you to make sure you know he is OK, So sorry for your loss.
 
lipofsky said:
The quick glance from the shadow, the cold nose on the back of your hand, the sound of nails clicking on the floor. He is just checking on you to make sure you know he is OK, So sorry for your loss.

Oh Boy...........hit home after burying one of our Westie Brothers on 8/23............Misty here........He was my Shadow..........
 
Ron, I'm sharing your pain right now. It's just so tough making the decision that their suffering must come to an end, and then coming to terms with the huge, empty place in our hearts that we're left with after they're gone.
And then, sooner or later, after the tears finally dry, another fur ball of love enters our lives and we welcome it, knowing full well that some time in the future, we'll have to endure this misery again. Why do we keep doing this to ourselves?

God Bless,
Jeff
 
I'm real sorry to hear about Buddy but you did the right thing. I don't know that I could have shot one of my dogs but in his condition you really had no choice. I could never let any of my dogs or any creature suffer. I'm deeply sorry for your loss, I've been through it many times and it doesn't get easier. We have 6 dogs now.
 
It's hard. :(

THERE is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie—
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.

When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find—it’s your own affair—
But … you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.

When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!).
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone—wherever it goes—for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.

We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we’ve kept ’em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long—
So why in—Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?

Rudyard Kipling @ http://www.bartleby.com/364/335.html
 
When asked how I could do that to my "Nubby" I replied that she was my dog and I would allow nobody else to do it because I wanted to be sure it was done right with one shot and yes I cried. I am sorry for your loss. My Jabo is now 13 but seems to thrive for now except for hearing loss but he can't have many years left.
 
The Last Battle
"If it should be that I grow weak,
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then you must do what must be done,
For this last battle cannot be won.
You will be sad, I understand;
Don't let your grief then stay your hand.
For this day more than all the rest,
Your love for me must stand the test.
We've had so many happy years -
What is to come can hold no fears.
You'd not want me to suffer so;
The time has come, so let me go.
Take me where my needs they'll tend
And please stay with me until the end.
Hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time that you will see
The kindness that you did for me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I've been saved.
Please do not grieve - it must be you
Who had this painful thing to do.
We've been so close, we two, these years -
Don't let your heart hold back its tears." Written by Don Norris in memory of our last pup, a Silver Toy Poodle named "Little Girl" and whom my wife called Shadow. She was more dedicated to me than any of the many pups we've had over the years. She's waiting at Rainbow Bridge.
 
Sorry for your dog... I saw the thread earlier but just finally got to read all the replies. It’s tough... I’m looking across the room st my little puppy right now, He’s three.
 
It is hard but not only the right thing to do but part of the contract. They give us their best and we see to their needs as best we can. The joy and the grief are in the small print.

You probably do not want this advice now but the best way to honor her memory and manage the loss is to get a new dog. It won't be same but it will be better than being dogless.

Take care,
Wunbe
 
I wish to thank you all for your kind posts regarding the passing of my dog Buddy. Believe me, they have really helped ease the pain.
I'm in contact with the local Humane Society to adopt a homeless dog. Not as a replacement for Buddy, for he will always have a special place in my heart, but I feel it the right thing to do now.
Thank you again.
 

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