PLEASE DO NOT POST THINGS LIKE "My dog died and I don't give a f*ck." THIS IS NOT A THREAD FOR YOU.
I'll start off with a short video I saw today, and am not ashamed to say made me cry.
When I was a young, young kid I had a cat named Benny, or Benatin if you wanted to be formal. He was the fiercest hunter, once bringing home a rabbit that weighed more than he did (and, like the vicious creature he was, the babies in the days following). But he was also affectionate, nibbling on your ears and jumping on the couch to rub against you while you watched TV. He lived at my grandparent's house, too, so I only saw him every couple of days.
One day I went home from my grandparents after a short time with Benny on their bed, whispering in his ear and promising him that I thought he was awesome and that the very next day I would spend hours with him, playing with toys and chasing him around the house. I'd cuddle with him on the bed and let him nibble my ears.
The next day, I woke up to go to school and my dad stopped me. Benny had been struck in the head crossing the highway we lived on. 10 years of dodging cars in the pursuit of mice, 10 years of nibbling on our ears and living on the land instead of his food dish, 1 second of being just a bit slower than he was in his prime. I never got to spend that day with Benny. Thinking about it still tears me up.
We buried him in my backyard, behind a big rock my little brother and I would climb and play on every day.
When I was a little older, 8ish, I had a dog named Lucky. She was an SPCA puppy, but we guessed she was a chocolate lab crossed with a wippet. She was black with a chocolate tinge in her coat, with the odd white spots on her chest and paws. Small thing, but big enough to stretch out my full length when I was a kid, spooning with my dog on the couch, taking her to the beach, playing with her in my couch-cushion fort.
We built a fence around our yard, but Lucky was the most athletic dog my parents had ever seen. One day, she jumped over that fence and I lost her to the same highway. My parents brought my her collar and I cried with my brother, clutching our stuffed animals when they told us she had been hit by a car and was at the vet. They told me she'd been hurt and was bleeding. I promised them that I'd sleep on the floor with her while she got better instead of on my bunk bed. She bled out too much and died that night.
We moved down to another house on the highway.
Eventually, we got 2 black cats, Astro and Jet. They're keeping well still, quick and independant. Jet doesn't come around so much anymore, but she still pops in for a bite now and then; she must have some Benny in her. Astro keeps me company while my girlfriend and I play games or watch TV. Recently Astro was wounded by a dog and required some medical attention, but he's fully recovered and is back to his old self.
Every single year since I lost Lucky, I asked for a dog every birthday and every Christmas. 2 years ago, I got a beautiful golden retriever/husky cross. His name is Koda.
Koda is an amazing dog. He's smart, but stubborn, expressive, and a big, affectionate baby. He has the most handsome face and beautiful coat I or my parents have ever seen. He's excitable, but capable of being well-behaved when he needs to be. We still live on the highway, but the fence is taller and we've trained him more than Lucky ever was.
I love that dog, and I dread the day I'll have to part with him.
I'll add in pictures I can find of my old pets, and some pictures of my current pets in the morning when I can.
For now, always remember that the time your pets spend with you is the greatest time of their lives. They live to be companions, they live to hunt mice, they live to greet you at the door, they live for when you refill their water, they live just to enjoy life as an animal can. It's hard to part with a loved pet, but always know that the time you spent with that pet makes their stay on Earth more fulfilling and beautiful than any of us can ever hope to live our lives.
This is a thread for those of us who have lost a creature we held close and dear to our hearts.
I buried my kitten in a shoebox in my yard. But as a kid, losing a pet can teach a good lesson about the circle of life. The Lion King can teach any lesson you need to learn in life.
My aunt just lost her dog on Tuesday. I only found out today, I pretty much grew up with that dog and it's dad who passed quite a few years ago. Incredibly sad thread
The reason you should buy a turtle or a parrot = they'll outlive you!
its sad when pets die but we always know that its gonna happen (like expecting a dog to die around the age of 13-15) It's not nearly as bad as when a relative dies though :/
the day my dog dies is the day i am no longer a boy. i think about it all the time, and it's one of my most guarded terrors. there is no way i can possibly watch this video, i get worked up just reading the thread title.
I've had a ton of pets in my life and had to deal with their death many times. Even so, each time it's very difficult. I still don't know what I'm going to do when I lose my dachshund, I love that dog like she's my sister or daughter. It was tough enough when she had complications after her back surgery.
I saw this story a few months ago, and it sure is a tear jerker. When I was a kid I would get really upset and I would go outside to a specific set of stairs. There was a "stray" cat in the neighborhood although I called it mine that would always come over to me and cheer me up. He looked just like the cartoon character felix the cat, so that's what I named him. After some time my mom let me take care of him, he just wasn't aloud inside unless there was a really large storm.
One day I came home, and Felix was suffering. Apparently he was alergic to bee's and one had flown down his throat and stung him. So after a day or two the vet suggested that we put him down. That was probably one of the saddest days of my childhood. When I would go outside to my stairs, It just seemed so very very lonely from that point on that I couldn't even go there anymore.
I lost my Chinchilla Timothy on the first day of school this year. I got home tired from learning about my new classes, when I see him lying in the corner of his cage, twitching every couple of seconds. He used to jump on the bars of his cage when I walked by, to get out or get a treat. He'd even sit there and watch my monitor while I gamed. RIP Timothy.
On January 01 2011 04:08 intrigue wrote: the day my dog dies is the day i am no longer a boy. i think about it all the time, and it's one of my most guarded terrors. there is no way i can possibly watch this video, i get worked up just reading the thread title.
I am very much in the same boat. My best friend since 8th grade and when I get upset I have nightmares about something happening to him. We understand each other on such a level that I haven't shared with any other human. I get really upset and worked up thinking about it. Usually the thoughts come up when I'm start to get a little worse depression and that, in turn, leads into a vicious circle of sad-face.
On December 31 2010 21:55 braammbolius wrote: I had to put down my cat becouse it had gotten cat-aids. Yes......cat - fucking - Aids.
In case you're thinking "lol, you're joking right", that was my exact response when the vet called with the test results....
Buried her in my mother's garden with my sister helping, was sad as shit Mushi Nevarforget
This is the worst possible second post for this thread. I've lost pets too, but I couldn't read that after reading the first post and not giggle. FFS. I hate you braam
My cat is 17 years old and somehow still not sick in any form, we took her to the vet, and he said that he had never seen any animal with the same health to age ratio. Although it will be a few years before she dies, it still saddens me that she will.
My yellow lab passed away about two years ago. She was constantly in pain from a heart problem, and I was literally the one to tell the doctors "Okay, it's time for her to go."
She's been my cell phone background on each of my three cell phones since then.
My family got a miniature yorkie because my sister had been begging for one for a long time. It was a crazy, hyper dog, but the best behaved thing ever. We had it for a while, and one time my family decided to take it on vacation. I stayed back so i could spend that school break with friends. One day, i got a call from them. It was my dad, saying it had died. They had just returned from the store, and my sister had let it out to do its business, and instead, it immediately ran for the car. My dad jumped out of the car, and landed on it. Died instantly.... I guess its a bit easier for me, since I didn't see it happen, but a death is a death.
Cats have gotten me through the worst of times in my own life. In my younger years when I "hit rock bottom" there was always some level of comfort I could get from my cats. I've lost 4 in my lifetime, 1 of them happening when I was much younger and not really able to understand. But 2 of them were incredibly devastating to me. I keep all my pet ashes, and they have their own little dedicated area in my house. Some may find it weird, but I find additional comfort in being able to keep them close to me... even if it's to retain all those great memories.
I'm now the owner of 3 cats, one of them getting to be about 13 and I can start to see the age setting in.
Funny thing about my last two cats who passed... both of them "got my attention".
Pepper, my 17 year old Himalayan passed away while I was on a trip with the wife. We had just visited LA looking for a new house, and I came back to find him dead in the middle of my floor. As he got older, it was obvious that he kept to himself and he would really only come out of his hiding spots to eat and get some affection. I hated myself for not being there when he passed away... but it probably ended up being easier on ME. Either way, I felt like he decided to die in a place where I would find him quite easily. And although it was a horrific moment, the second I opened the door and I saw him in the living room I knew what had happened.
Pollyanna was a different story. She was my BITCH-kitty. A total snotty little bitch... and I loved her for it. I was actually doing a show in early 2009... yeah I was ON AIR. When suddenly I heard a noise behind me. I fucking FREAKED OUT. She was having a respiratory attack. I quickly got off the air and we rushed to the vet. She did live for a few days after that, and I did get to say goodbye... but it was a very difficult 3 days. I think back to that day, and I really think Polly knew she was going to die, and she put herself in a place where I could be with her.
I've had many pets throughout my life, but the only time I remember this happening was when the dog I had throughout my entire childhood died.
We were helping out our local church by cleaning their bus that they went on youth trips with; a nice opportunity to earn some money being only 15 at the time. It was parked outside our house, which was a few hundred feet away from the road and surrounded by woods. I took a break from cleaning for a moment, so I was just kind of sitting around when all of a sudden Milo comes limping out of the woods, kind of half-jogging. He was a small dog, a mutt, sort of resembling a shih-tzu without the long hair. It took me a few seconds to notice that his side was almost torn open, flesh hanging off and quite a bit of blood. He had been attacked by one or two other dogs somewhere.
The days following the incident and after being rushed to the vet's office, things were looking pretty grim. Milo was half-shaved, stitches going all around his side, and tubes had been inserted into his body (I don't remember why or what they did exactly.) When he was able to move, he would occasionally stand up, walk a few steps, and start to wobble.. off balance.. and sometimes fall over. Things got worse from there, and he stopped eating for the most part.
After consulting with the vet and going over the possibilities, needless to say, we didn't have many options. We had to have him put down.
Strangely enough, looking back on it now, It didn't effect me as much as it probably should have. I think I had kind of developed a sort of detached feeling towards things at that age.. But anyways, that is his story. I haven't had a pet since then, and I don't think I ever will.
The most painful moment in my entire life was when I saw my old dog Spot lying down in the middle of the highway outside my house. I had owned him since my 7th birthday and he passed away when I was 13. That dog followed me everywhere, when me and my friends would go to the river or hang out at our fort it was like another member of our family. I cried for days after that night, I didn't even cry when my grandmother died but that dog ment worlds to me.
I also won't be able to watch the video. But I really appreciate and treasure every moment i spend with my pup, and I know if/when something happens to him i will be a wreck. He is part of my family, it's just too damn bad they don't live for that long >.<
I've lost a dog as well. Her name was Tamy. She was loyal to the end. I try not to dread on it too much, but its the memories of having a best friend that keeps us strong. It's sad that some people have never experienced a relationship with man's best friend. Losing such a loyal family pet is like losing a real human friend believe it or not. It feels like a piece of you is missing, but the overall experience make you a stronger, better person.
I might watch the vid in a few days when I'm back at my place. I can't really start crying right now, which I'm sure is what I'd do, lol.
I cared for my first dog a lot, had it for 15 years or something, and when it died I cried a bit, but got over it pretty quick. No matter how great she was, she was still a dog, I just don't feel as strongly towards pets as some people I guess.
My cat dissapeared exactly 1 year ago. I just miss him so much. Sometimes when I think of how he dissapeared, and that he must've frozen to death... I just feel so sorry for him and miss him so much. A couple of months after the "accident" i could still see his shade wherever I used to see him.
I had my dog Bart for 16 years, still think of him every time I walk into my house and look at the couch. I'm not going to watch the video, because I'm already 100% positive what the end result will be, which is me crying.
I just got a pup and hes only five months old. She is always hyper but I love her for being that, wouldn't want it any other day because one day she will be gone but I will always love her.
On January 01 2011 06:43 ThaZenith wrote: I might watch the vid in a few days when I'm back at my place. I can't really start crying right now, which I'm sure is what I'd do, lol.
I cared for my first dog a lot, had it for 15 years or something, and when it died I cried a bit, but got over it pretty quick. No matter how great she was, she was still a dog, I just don't feel as strongly towards pets as some people I guess.
I've had a bunch of pets but nothing is worse when "your" actual pet dies. I had a white cat who was deaf and he was the world to me. He'd sleep with me, lay with me, and it felt like when I was feeling shitty as hell, he was always there for me. One day during the summer he started acting really weird and he had been pissing all over the house for the longest time, and we found out he had some weird disease and we had to put him down. It was nuts, because he was the one "true" friend that I had lost at the time. I also had a yellow lab that was our family's dog, and when she had to be put down, I couldn't even go to the vet with my family because it was too much for me. I feel like that is selfish though, and I should have been there for her in her like she had been with us for the longest time. So tough to see pets go, and I'm gonna have to deal with another loss in some years to come here now because we have a new dog, but it's just a hardship you have to go through to experience the love you receive from an animal.. it's almost hard to find that love anywhere else.
Ive lost one dog in my lifetime, it was an Irish soft coated wheaten terrier, she got cancer when she was 6 or 7 years old.. I can remember that day so fucking clearly... I'm all happy to greet my mom coming home from work, then she just sat down on the stairs outside the front door of our house and started crying loudly, i was like what the fuck happend? And she tells us she ( lexie was her name ) has gotten incurable cancer and that she wont last many more weeks and that we'll have to put her to sleep.
The reason for this was because the side effects of this cancer was that she was losing her vision and balance, so basicly what she would do her last week was lean towards a wall and just shake uncontrollably.. it was the most depressing things i've ever witnessed.
In one way I was revealed that we put her down only a few days after her symptons started getting really sevear. She could barely walk anymore, it was painful to watch.
We got a vet to visit our house to put her to sleep, they did it in our living room with our family gathered, she got a painkiller before the drug to make her heart stop.. and kind of like the most beautiful timing in the world the radio we had playing during the process starts playing U2 and Mary J blidge - One.
Actually tearing up just writing this, i just really loved her so much. She used to lick everyone for minutes, even my friends who she didnt really know, she LOVED everyone and she would be so happy when my dad came home that she'd pee on floor :D
We currently have a portuguese waterdog who's 4 year old, shes so funny and social and I hope we'll have her many more years
My dog is 12 or 13 at the moment (i'm terrible for not knowing exactly) and I'm probably going to be depressed for a month when he dies. This thread reminded me of this. Now I'm sad.
I had a couple of hamsters in my life, but, being allergic to pets kind of keeps you from being able to own them. Still, my neighbor had this great Alaskan Huskie, named Blue, for her blue eyes. She was pretty wild, and I guess that upset the people that lived behind my neighbors, because it appears as though they poisoned her over a period of time with some kind of chemicals in the food they threw over the fence to her. It was a sad day.
I have a question for several of the posters in this thread, though. Why, when speaking of the connection between you and your dog or cat do you say "than with any other human," as if the animal were a human? Even if you think they're equal to humans, which I'm not here to debate, they're absolutely not human. It doesn't make sense to say "any other human."
I never had the opportunity to have a pet until I was in college, and got my first cat at age 21 or so. (Well, two cats, but that's another story.) Once he got comfortable, I knew I was so lucky to have gotten such a great cat. He was quirky, laid-back, and extremely personable; everyone that ever visited the duplex I lived in instantly fell in love with this cat.
So when Wilbur developed fatty liver disease out of nowhere, I had no idea what to do. This cat who had been ravenous all his life had suddenly decided to stop eating. To this day, I still do not know why. After enough time had passed, and several vet trips later, I was faced with the most difficult choice of my lifetime thus far. The only way to get my emaciated, now jaundiced best friend to eat again would be to force feed him through a tube surgically implanted in his neck. This expensive, labor intensive process required at least one week of suffering for a 50/50 shot at coming through. I decided to do it- a decision I'm still not certain was morally right, but I just couldn't let go.
His stomach would no longer tolerate the presence of food, so the 3 required feedings per day almost always meant 6-7. I had to watch my poor, suffering cat throw up his 'medicine' and force him to take it again, time after time. Futility set in so fast. My friends and family had already given up, and now I was clinging to a fool's hope. Every day I grieved for him, even while he was still in my lap.
Then, one day, I walked out of my room to find the feeding tube and the makeshift shirt I had used to keep it in place just lying there on the floor. With equal parts sadness and hope, I began to search for the cat to figure out why. In just as spontaneous a manner as his cease, Wilbur was now happily munching away at the specially formulated vet food I'd put in his bowl over two weeks ago. He recovered fully and is sprawled out on my closed laptop as I write this post.
One day, this cat will die, and it will break my heart. But having felt his loss already, I can now so easily treasure every day that he his still here. That, I think, is the point of this thread. It's a simple thing to tell someone never to take a friend for granted. To convey what that actually means is almost impossible. These tales of loss are the closest thing; even if you don't want to watch the video, (I didn't) you should read some of these stories and take away their true message: It's all worth it.
On January 01 2011 08:10 Avarice wrote: I never had the opportunity to have a pet until I was in college, and got my first cat at age 21 or so. (Well, two cats, but that's another story.) Once he got comfortable, I knew I was so lucky to have gotten such a great cat. He was quirky, laid-back, and extremely personable; everyone that ever visited the duplex I lived in instantly fell in love with this cat.
So when Wilbur developed fatty liver disease out of nowhere, I had no idea what to do. This cat who had been ravenous all his life had suddenly decided to stop eating. To this day, I still do not know why. After enough time had passed, and several vet trips later, I was faced with the most difficult choice of my lifetime thus far. The only way to get my emaciated, now jaundiced best friend to eat again would be to force feed him through a tube surgically implanted in his neck. This expensive, labor intensive process required at least one week of suffering for a 50/50 shot at coming through. I decided to do it- a decision I'm still not certain was morally right, but I just couldn't let go.
His stomach would no longer tolerate the presence of food, so the 3 required feedings per day almost always meant 6-7. I had to watch my poor, suffering cat throw up his 'medicine' and force him to take it again, time after time. Futility set in so fast. My friends and family had already given up, and now I was clinging to a fool's hope. Every day I grieved for him, even while he was still in my lap.
Then, one day, I walked out of my room to find the feeding tube and the makeshift shirt I had used to keep it in place just lying there on the floor. With equal parts sadness and hope, I began to search for the cat to figure out why. In just as spontaneous a manner as his cease, Wilbur was now happily munching away at the specially formulated vet food I'd put in his bowl over two weeks ago. He recovered fully and is sprawled out on my closed laptop as I write this post.
One day, this cat will die, and it will break my heart. But having felt his loss already, I can now so easily treasure every day that he his still here. That, I think, is the point of this thread. It's a simple thing to tell someone never to take a friend for granted. To convey what that actually means is almost impossible. These tales of loss are the closest thing; even if you don't want to watch the video, (I didn't) you should read some of these stories and take away their true message: It's all worth it.
I just got a pup and hes only five months old. She is always hyper but I love her for being that, wouldn't want it any other day because one day she will be gone but I will always love her.
you sob, you got me all puffy and red.
I hate being away from my dog, especially as he's getting older and frailer. I can see him getting older every time I come home. One day he stumbles on the hardwood floor getting out of bed, the next he's panting walking up the hill. Very recently cataracts started forming over his eyes. The worst part is he's so happy. He jumps up and down like a puppy every time he mets a new person or when we get out the leash. He's still the same happy go lucky puppy in a horrible decaying body, he's not terrified like I am. Didn't watch the video, I can barely read this thread XD
No, no, I REFUSE to watch that video. Putting down my first dog (when I was like 12) was one of the hardest things I've been through. I can't even bring myself to think about when that time comes for my current dog.
For now, always remember that the time your pets spend with you is the greatest time of their lives. They live to be companions, they live to hunt mice, they live to greet you at the door, they live for when you refill their water, they live just to enjoy life as an animal can. It's hard to part with a loved pet, but always know that the time you spent with that pet makes their stay on Earth more fulfilling and beautiful than any of us can ever hope to live our lives.
brb crying. This thread is depressing but it's beautiful.
On December 31 2010 21:55 braammbolius wrote: I had to put down my cat becouse it had gotten cat-aids. Yes......cat - fucking - Aids.
In case you're thinking "lol, you're joking right", that was my exact response when the vet called with the test results....
Buried her in my mother's garden with my sister helping, was sad as shit Mushi Nevarforget
I had a cat called Sally that died of cat Aids I also had a cat called Harry that got ran over
The next kitten we had was called Thomas and my dad got him as a gift, and my dad used to be jealous that he just loved me (i was in the house a lot.. gave the cat attention) Then shortly when we started letting him go outside he got ill and died I remember everyone in our house crying went out and toasted to the cat
Now i have 2 more Moggies from my sister Toby (My fav) and Stella (She just wont shut up )
Is it bad to have a fav cat ? I mean i seriously love one but the other gives me a headache.. im just trying to play starcraft and shes all like meow meow i need attention i need attention.. She reminds me why me and Righty have gotten on so well over the years
Also wanted to add that everyone of my friends absolutely loves my cat toby becuase hes just so fucking cool, he never meows hes really laidback he only rarely demands attention yet he has the craziest personality of a cat iv met, like he just feels so deep :D On newyear me and my mate were getting drunk and decided that If the cat was a person he would be with us right now getting drunk with us haha
I sometimes have joked with my mam about getting rid of the cats eating them, doing X to them, but deepdown its really a regret of knowing they will die soon and i will 100% cry and know i wish i had spent more time with them... *tear*
My rabbit got its head ripped off. I came back from school one day and I saw the rabbit in the garden lying down. Usually he runs to the door when I get back. I went outside. When I realised that he only had his body I went Nuts. Fuckin crows
On December 31 2010 21:55 braammbolius wrote: I had to put down my cat becouse it had gotten cat-aids. Yes......cat - fucking - Aids.
In case you're thinking "lol, you're joking right", that was my exact response when the vet called with the test results....
Buried her in my mother's garden with my sister helping, was sad as shit Mushi Nevarforget
I had a cat called Sally that died of cat Aids I also had a cat called Harry that got ran over
The next kitten we had was called Thomas and my dad got him as a gift, and my dad used to be jealous that he just loved me (i was in the house a lot.. gave the cat attention) Then shortly when we started letting him go outside he got ill and died I remember everyone in our house crying went out and toasted to the cat
Now i have 2 more Moggies from my sister Toby (My fav) and Stella (She just wont shut up )
Is it bad to have a fav cat ? I mean i seriously love one but the other gives me a headache.. im just trying to play starcraft and shes all like meow meow i need attention i need attention.. She reminds me why me and Righty have gotten on so well over the years
How did your cat get AIDS? I'm just curious. In humans the main ways are unprotected sex (promiscous people) intravenous drug use, blood transfusion and mother-child transmission
On December 31 2010 21:55 braammbolius wrote: I had to put down my cat becouse it had gotten cat-aids. Yes......cat - fucking - Aids.
In case you're thinking "lol, you're joking right", that was my exact response when the vet called with the test results....
Buried her in my mother's garden with my sister helping, was sad as shit Mushi Nevarforget
I had a cat called Sally that died of cat Aids I also had a cat called Harry that got ran over
The next kitten we had was called Thomas and my dad got him as a gift, and my dad used to be jealous that he just loved me (i was in the house a lot.. gave the cat attention) Then shortly when we started letting him go outside he got ill and died I remember everyone in our house crying went out and toasted to the cat
Now i have 2 more Moggies from my sister Toby (My fav) and Stella (She just wont shut up )
Is it bad to have a fav cat ? I mean i seriously love one but the other gives me a headache.. im just trying to play starcraft and shes all like meow meow i need attention i need attention.. She reminds me why me and Righty have gotten on so well over the years
How did your cat get AIDS? I'm just curious. In humans the main ways are unprotected sex (promiscous people) intravenous drug use, blood transfusion and mother-child transmission
The story of how my cat got aids is a crazy one, The cat disappeard somehow for like 4/5+ days and all of a sudden came back fucked up broken tail ill.... The cat had climbed on the roof and got stuck or something, I just remember that night my sister running downstairs to my room and telling me the cats back the cats back she climbed in the window...
Next we knew the cat needed to have her tail removed, then next we knew the tests came back and she had aids... She was put down shortly after :'(
Also i have no clue really how she got aids i can only explain the circumstance in which it came about, since i have no clue really.
I've lost 2 dogs, 1 still alive. The first one I cried a lot, but I was little. The second one, it was depressing to see her getting older and weaker, but when she ultimately died, I didn't mind that much. Ironically I could cry if I fully read this thread and all it's sad stories.
EDIT: Remembered a sad story of my own.
The father of my ex-girlfriend worked for the local government. He was pretty important and he made a decision about the trailer park in our city. The inhabitants of said trailer park disagreed with that decision and sent threats to my ex's house. That's traumatizing enough, but a couple of days later, my ex called me, crying badly. The bastards killed their pet rabbits. Yeah, killed their pet rabbits... We were 16 at the time I think.
(maybe the threats should have shocked us more than the rabbits, but I think we didn't believe those threats)
I had many pets when I was growing up (my mother was a vet), but the death of my dog really hurt me. She was a greater Swiss mountain dog and we got her when I was ~8 years old. For the first few months all my other siblings would yell if they didnt get to play with her, and me, being the eldest, would have to wait. Well eventually their interest wore off and she and I began to spend more time together. I would take her on a walk everyday after school. She was the most well behaved dog. She would never get mad (even with kids jumping all over her) and would always be at the door when we came home. We grew up together and I loved her.
I went to college and always looked forward to coming home and seeing her. Now, I am telling this story here partly because of guilt also. When I was home one summer it was just me and her. My parents and siblings were on a trip and I was working. My parents explicitly told me that she was not allowed to come upstairs (she never had been, the bottom floor was wood and the top floor had lost of carpets... plus I think my mother wanted all the dog hair downstairs). Well, I thought "no big deal...she can come upstairs with me". Well I woke up one morning and found that she had thrown up on one of my parents super old oriental carpets from our grandparents. I knew my parents were going to kill me, and I was pissed at the dog. And I dont mean a little bit, I felt completely betrayed. I had let her come up stairs and she destroyed a rug. I was so mad at her and I looking back at it, I think she knew it. I could tell by her eyes. I left to go back to school a few days later and I remember still being mad at her and not even giving her a hug.
I got a call a few weeks later. Apparently she had been getting sicker and sicker and my parents finally took her to the vet. She had advanced stage liver cancer with mets all over her liver. She didn't have long to live and my parents were going to have to put her down as she was in alot of pain and not eating. I came home immediately. When I walked in the door, she couldn't even get up, but her face did brighten and she began wagging her tail. I spent the next 2 days with her and was holding her as she passed away. She had completely forgiven me and loved me nonetheless. I loved her, but I have never forgiven myself. But even in her death, she taught me a valuable lesson I practice to this day - love everyone and dont sweat the small stuff... you never know when it will end.
It still makes me cry to this day when I think about her, and its been almost a decade. I still have her picture in my wallet.
On January 02 2011 09:00 Sanguinarius wrote: I had many pets when I was growing up (my mother was a vet), but the death of my dog really hurt me. She was a greater Swiss mountain dog and we got her when I was ~8 years old. For the first few months all my other siblings would yell if they didnt get to play with her, and me, being the eldest, would have to wait. Well eventually their interest wore off and she and I began to spend more time together. I would take her on a walk everyday after school. She was the most well behaved dog. She would never get mad (even with kids jumping all over her) and would always be at the door when we came home. We grew up together and I loved her.
I went to college and always looked forward to coming home and seeing her. Now, I am telling this story here partly because of guilt also. When I was home one summer it was just me and her. My parents and siblings were on a trip and I was working. My parents explicitly told me that she was not allowed to come upstairs (she never had been, the bottom floor was wood and the top floor had lost of carpets... plus I think my mother wanted all the dog hair downstairs). Well, I thought "no big deal...she can come upstairs with me". Well I woke up one morning and found that she had thrown up on one of my parents super old oriental carpets from our grandparents. I knew my parents were going to kill me, and I was pissed at the dog. And I dont mean a little bit, I felt completely betrayed. I had let her come up stairs and she destroyed a rug. I was so mad at her and I looking back at it, I think she knew it. I could tell by her eyes. I left to go back to school a few days later and I remember still being mad at her and not even giving her a hug.
I got a call a few weeks later. Apparently she had been getting sicker and sicker and my parents finally took her to the vet. She had advanced stage liver cancer with mets all over her liver. She didn't have long to live and my parents were going to have to put her down as she was in alot of pain and not eating. I came home immediately. When I walked in the door, she couldn't even get up, but her face did brighten and she began wagging her tail. I spent the next 2 days with her and was holding her as she passed away. She had completely forgiven me and loved me nonetheless. I loved her, but I have never forgiven myself. But even in her death, she taught me a valuable lesson I practice to this day - love everyone and dont sweat the small stuff... you never know when it will end.
It still makes me cry to this day when I think about her, and its been almost a decade. I still have her picture in my wallet.
Wow thats a lesson to learn. Material is far less important than living creatures that you love.
On December 31 2010 21:55 braammbolius wrote: I had to put down my cat becouse it had gotten cat-aids. Yes......cat - fucking - Aids.
In case you're thinking "lol, you're joking right", that was my exact response when the vet called with the test results....
Buried her in my mother's garden with my sister helping, was sad as shit Mushi Nevarforget
I had a cat called Sally that died of cat Aids I also had a cat called Harry that got ran over
The next kitten we had was called Thomas and my dad got him as a gift, and my dad used to be jealous that he just loved me (i was in the house a lot.. gave the cat attention) Then shortly when we started letting him go outside he got ill and died I remember everyone in our house crying went out and toasted to the cat
Now i have 2 more Moggies from my sister Toby (My fav) and Stella (She just wont shut up )
Is it bad to have a fav cat ? I mean i seriously love one but the other gives me a headache.. im just trying to play starcraft and shes all like meow meow i need attention i need attention.. She reminds me why me and Righty have gotten on so well over the years
How did your cat get AIDS? I'm just curious. In humans the main ways are unprotected sex (promiscous people) intravenous drug use, blood transfusion and mother-child transmission
Not to make this a major debate, but bloodtransfusion is not a major cause for HIV spread... I think the last number I heard was someone like 1 in ever 600.000 or so - that's pretty minor (though obviously still not good enough).
My cat Archie (but by the way he acted you would think he was a dog) the greatest to ever live. Even my neighbour Tom, a self titled cat hater, loved him and even he was concerned when Archie dissapeared. We never did find him, but we settled on the assumption that he was caught by cyotes when he was left out one night. Rest in peace Archie
I've had 2 rats, a lizard, a cat, and a dog, as well as some countless number of goldfish. Luckily, our cat and dog are still alive (although the dog is no longer ours, we gave her away because my sister turned out to be allergic). I had the goldfish when I was around four, and I don't think any of them lasted longer than a week. My mom and I both had no idea how to keep them alive (as it turned out, our tapwater was too basic for them to live in). I was fascinated by them, though, so my grandma kept buying me more. I think we probably gave up after 8 or 9, but I can't say I'm certain. The rats both died when I was 8 or 9, and I was heartbroken. I wasn't a very good owner (honestly, I was a huge jerk to them, I just didn't really know how to take care of pets). I would feed them and clean their cage and all of the other things that my mom would tell me to do for them, but then when I took them out to play with them, I was like a goddamn typhoon. They probably dreaded every second of my reckless affection. I tried to train them to do stuff, but it always just ended poorly. I honestly think that what I did would qualify as abuse, and it's probably the thing I have done that I feel most guilty about in my entire life. They were tough, though (they managed to eat fiberglass once, and ended up fine). They were also forgiving, although that might have just been because they weren't very bright. When I woke up one morning and my mom broke the news to me that one of them had died, it was awful. And the other just seemed lonely for the next few months, then she passed on as well. I still remember exactly where they are buried. My pet lizard died when I was 14. I had caught her in the wild when I was 11 or so, and brought her home with me. She was about the size of the palm of my hand, and completely indifferent to all human presence. She would also try and sprint around everywhere at ungodly speeds if we took her out of her cage, so we had to stop (although she would always come back at night if we left the heat lamp on, because her cage was warm and contained food). Because of her indifference to people, I was really astonished when she passed on how sad it made me feel, but it was definitely really hard for me. I can't remember if I buried her with the rats or not, sadly, but it doesn't really concern me. It's not like it really matters to her at this point. I am so glad I had all of the pets I did, despite inevitably losing them. I've learned so much from all of them, even those infernally fragile fish. They helped me understand death when I was young, and probably made it easier for me to cope with losing the other pets. I feel like I will be ready for when our cat passes on, as sad as it will be, and I will treat her as well as I can. I honestly don't think I'll ever hear when our former dog dies, but her new owners are very kind to her, so I have faith she'll be happy too. I know for certain that if I have kids, I will make sure they have pets as well.
Starting off 2011 being sad as a bunker rushed emo... Gonna be a great year, this.
Had to bury many of our pets. The hardest one though was one of our dogs who ran in front of a car. Damn idiot loved to chase them no matter how much we yelled at him, so it wasn't a surprise it ended up like this. Still was really hard to carry him back, just thinking that he was alive and running around 5 minutes earlier.
When you put your pet down at the vet, at least you get to say goodbye to them first.
We had our beloved cat Nike put down after a battle with diabetes during homecoming week of my senior year. Giving insulin shots to your cat twice a day for 6 months praying that the next tests will show that her internal organs aren't slowly shutting down is not fun. But the worst part was her legs got really weak. I teared up watching her half-drag her hind legs when she walked and have to practically pull herself up the stairs. She would sit next to my bed and meow for me to lift her up because she couldn't make the jump anymore.
When my dad took Nike in to the vet to have her put down, her sister Reebok (biologically no less) seemed to know something was wrong. She meowed all evening in a way that seemed to convey "Where is my sister? Where did you take her?". She slept on my pillow every night for a month.
We found the first one as a week or so old kitten crying outside our house, somehow she got seperated from her mother and we took her in. She's now 16yr old and happily an indoor cat because shes scared of anything that moves outside lol. (no abuse of any kind shes just skiddish i guess). It'll be the saddest day of my life when she passes away, brought her inside on my first day of kindergarden, had her since.
Got 2nd cat from shelter as a kitten. Grew up to be the meaniest cat we've ever had. Would get on your lap to get petted*?, when she had enough she would bite you hard enough to draw blood and leave you. This process would continue <.< her entire life. She had a litter of kittens and we kept 2 of them. They were both males and we're pretty big. Nicest cats we've ever had, opposite of mother. One contracted feline leukemia, yes cat cancer, it exists... After 2weeks we had to put him down because of how much he had degraded and it was the humane thing to do. 2nd kitten we kept, his brother, soon caught leukemia too. We put him down too before we had to witness the same process that the other one went through.
Soon after the our mean cat ran away and we think she lives on a pond somewhere living in the woods. It's the best fit for her imo, shes one mean bamf.
Both times we put down each cat the other cats also meowed for weeks every night. They had to have known what had happened but yet they still cried everynight seeming to ask what happened. I could cry thinking about it right now.
Losing a pet is never easy, especially when they were a major part of your life for years on end. Greeting you every morning, yelling at you for food or to play with them, asking to be let inside/out, waiting at the door for you to come home, sleeping with you at night. They were truly my best friends through all my life
On January 02 2011 09:00 Sanguinarius wrote: I had many pets when I was growing up (my mother was a vet), but the death of my dog really hurt me. She was a greater Swiss mountain dog and we got her when I was ~8 years old. For the first few months all my other siblings would yell if they didnt get to play with her, and me, being the eldest, would have to wait. Well eventually their interest wore off and she and I began to spend more time together. I would take her on a walk everyday after school. She was the most well behaved dog. She would never get mad (even with kids jumping all over her) and would always be at the door when we came home. We grew up together and I loved her.
I went to college and always looked forward to coming home and seeing her. Now, I am telling this story here partly because of guilt also. When I was home one summer it was just me and her. My parents and siblings were on a trip and I was working. My parents explicitly told me that she was not allowed to come upstairs (she never had been, the bottom floor was wood and the top floor had lost of carpets... plus I think my mother wanted all the dog hair downstairs). Well, I thought "no big deal...she can come upstairs with me". Well I woke up one morning and found that she had thrown up on one of my parents super old oriental carpets from our grandparents. I knew my parents were going to kill me, and I was pissed at the dog. And I dont mean a little bit, I felt completely betrayed. I had let her come up stairs and she destroyed a rug. I was so mad at her and I looking back at it, I think she knew it. I could tell by her eyes. I left to go back to school a few days later and I remember still being mad at her and not even giving her a hug.
I got a call a few weeks later. Apparently she had been getting sicker and sicker and my parents finally took her to the vet. She had advanced stage liver cancer with mets all over her liver. She didn't have long to live and my parents were going to have to put her down as she was in alot of pain and not eating. I came home immediately. When I walked in the door, she couldn't even get up, but her face did brighten and she began wagging her tail. I spent the next 2 days with her and was holding her as she passed away. She had completely forgiven me and loved me nonetheless. I loved her, but I have never forgiven myself. But even in her death, she taught me a valuable lesson I practice to this day - love everyone and dont sweat the small stuff... you never know when it will end.
It still makes me cry to this day when I think about her, and its been almost a decade. I still have her picture in my wallet.
Everyone here is making me cry. Need a group hug or something.
I work with dogs for a living and there is one that is very close to me. When I lose her I am going to lose the game so hard.
My cat died at the age of 18. She was 4 when I was born, and it allways was there when i grew up. She was a weird cat, she didn't like human contact and i didnt like her for it. she was allways nagging if i picked her up or she would always scratch me if I played with her. It was first the last year of her life I started "liking" her. We had to mash her food with water so she could swallow it. We had to carry her up the stairs because she couldnt go up them by herself and she would always puke and take a dump all over the house. I remember each birtday we gave her something called "Leverpostei". She loved it and i remember how happy she looked when she ate it. I remember how my mother was the only one to "understand" her. My mother was the only one who succesfully made her sleep in her lap. i miss her
I had 4 guinea pigs, at first one(named Paula), she died at 3 and 3/4 years of age one night during a fierce thunderstorm that woke me up, hearing panicky noises from her cage, so I took her out and cuddled up with her in my bed. Then I fell asleep. When I awoke one or two hours later, she was liying dead on my chest. I burst into tears[and that's been the last time I cried in the last 13 years until my girlfriend dumped me 2 years ago], awoke my dad (I was about 12 or 13 at that point in time) and when he calmed me down, we put her in a shoebox and buried her the next morning. Till this day, and now I am 25, I am still kind of aggravated, because I do not know If I maybe accidentally killed her in my sleep. On the other hand, she was kinda old for a guinea pig...so it might just have been her time.
A year later I got three guineas at once, all girls, named them Lancetta (don't know where the hell I came up with that name), and due to the fact that I was a huge fan of the game at that time, Hidden & Dangerous(WW2 FPS). Which would be pretty fitting, judging by the fact that Hidden was a long-haired black-greyish guinea pig, also the youngest and smallest of the three, and would stay in the little house they had most of the time. Lancetta was in the middle, age-wise, and the largest of them, and was always eating and making sure she got the most food. And the eldest, Dangerous, was the one who would bite me the most and even shed blood on different occasions. And she did eat chicken, when i gave it to her. I don't know if that is particularly unusual, but the other two wouldn't even consider sniffing at the chicken meat.
Well, TL;DR, Dangerous died first, of old age, reaching the age of 6 years and 5 months, Lancetta followed a year later at the age of almost 6 years, and then I would not want to keep Hidden alone and gave her away to a family which had younger children, because I was about 17 at that time, and, most importantly, they had about 12 other guinea pigs to keep my favourite little hairball company. I visited her a few times, and she was getting bullied by the other guniea pigs as well as she had been bullied by Dangerous and Lancetta, but the long dark hair, even covering her face and eyes for the most part, gave her a fitting emo look and apparently she was okay with it. She died later at the incredible age of 7 years.
To this day, I still miss her most, but at the same time I would not want to have the smell of a guinea pig cage in my room anymore. And I would not want to keep live animals in a room in which I am smoking boatloads of cigarettes every day as well.
watching someone cry like that over there dog makes me shed some tears too. I have a 14 year old greyhound and I'm going to bawl my eyes out when i have to say goodbye to him. There's nothing like a dogs love
On January 02 2011 12:12 TrainFX wrote: I didn't read OP.
Losing pets sucks so get a new one and bury the old one. Works for me.
Just cuz being sad is a state of mind doesn't mean it doesn't suck so try not to be so depressing in this thread!
You and Romantic do not belong in my thread.
This is for people who formed real bonds with their pets and lost them; it is not for the callous individuals that buy them and move on to the next animal when they die.
I have a dog I gotta admit but I'm allergic to the little guy. But he's mad adorable! Learning I'm allergic to dogs was a tough moment in life for me but I've sorta moved out and I come back every now and then. I still play with him and suffer the reprecussions. (all day runny nose)
My girlfriend(sorta) has a 14 year old dog and she gets all red eyed thinking about the day he's about to pass away. (cause of that I'm setting up a rainy day fund to get my sorry ass over to her and comfort her)(pains of an LDR)
When i was little me and my family were in a farm, we were farmers. And we had lots of animals but i claimed one Lamb as my own and a few years later i saw his head cut off so we could prepare him for a huge meal
My family had a Golden Retriever named "Rascal" who lived to be 13 years old. We got him when I was barely 4 years old, and he passed away when I was in my Senior Year of High School. We've never owned a pet so loving and so loyal. He was a great pet and will always be remembered.
my saint benard passed away from severe hip dysplasia she was my big ol bear that always followed me around and kept me warm when my power would go out in the winter.... i miss her
my saint benard passed away from severe hip dysplasia she was my big ol bear that always followed me around and kept me warm when my power would go out in the winter.... i miss her
When I was born, our family had already had a dog for 2 years and he lived to be 16 years old. So eseentially I grew in his company from my birth to 14 years of age and the pain of loss was so bad it took me over a decade to be able to consider another dog again (I also do like cats, but sadly I am allergic).
Now I am 27 and me and my girlfriend got us a welsh corgi cardigan puppy a few months ago, he is now 6 months old. I knew I would get attached to a dog if I ever got myself one (the one I grew up with was officially my brother's), but even I didn't expect how fiercely protective I would become of him.
I lost my dog from cancer. The last two weeks were terrible, she in pain but us not wanting to put her down. We finally did and the ride home...was the worst.
Holy shit this thread got to me. My family had a dog when I was really young but he died before I was old enough to understand what was going on. All through my childhood I nagged on my mother to get a new dog and when I was 16 she finally gave in.
So we got a golden retriver and he was special for me. First of all being the oldest sibling often means that I never get to decide anything but I was the one who picked him out actually. He was the smallest of the puppies they had and he came up to me and fell asleep in my lap right away. When we decided on a name it was a democratic process but my suggestion, Totti, won. We got him early in the spring and I hardly saw him because both my sisters saw the dog and though "ooooh a doll!". A couple of months later, when it was time for summe break, they had basically lost interest though. I had no job that summer so the dog became my responsibility and we had a blast. He was a lazy puppy so most days we just laid down on the grass outside sleeping, we we're on the same wavelenght.
As Totti got older he got sick though. It was just one thing after the other and it turned out he had some illness that was chronic and he was gonna be sick for the rest of his life. Me and my family tried everything, we went to every vet, tried every medicine and every kind of food out there but nothing helped. But he had good periods, and during those periods he was just so full of life. We decided to get another dog, Foppa, to keep Totti company and maybe get him moving again. Now Foppa is the dog with ADHD dog. He brough Totti up a bit and I'll never forget watching them play around in our backyard. Totti running with a huge smile on his face (I had no idea dogs smile, but they do).
But since the summer things changed. Totti just wasn't the same dog, he had days where he didnt get up more then to eat. He started smelling really bad and washing him just didnt help. About 1½ months ago the dogs came and stayed with me over the weekend since my parents were going away for a week. I ignored it at the time but deep down I knew this was the last time I was gonna see Totti. He always used to come greet me when I got home. Even if I only was gone for 10 minutes. But now he just laid there on the floor. Looking at me. He didnt have the strenght to get up. He just wagged his tail.
One week after that I got a text from my mom saying that they'd most likely have to put him down. I asked her if it was possible to wait until after the weekend just so I could say goodbye but the vet didn't have anymore time before christmas. So they had to do it that same day. He didn't have a long life but he really gave me alot during those years. And now afterwards I think I did say goodbye, the last night he was here he slept in my bed. That's how we first got to know eachother so it was kind of fitting that it ended that way aswell.
In elementary school, I bought three chicks that eventually grew up to be healthy, fun chickens with great personalities. Unfortunately, my white chicken got murdered by a neighborhood cat one night, so I burst into tears the next day at my summer camp biology class.
Afterwards, I got a plastic doghouse to be used as a makeshift coop for the remaining two chickens to protect them from the imba cat, which worked out quite well for a few years.
Unfortunately, one day I had to send my grandmother to the airport for her to return to China after five years of raising me. That made my day suck.
When I returned, I found out that I forgot to open up the coop, and I found my brown chicken to be dead of heat exhaustion. That made my day suck even more.
Luckily, my remaining black chicken survived after some emergency care. However, on the exact same day, we received a letter from the homeowner's association saying that we couldn't keep poultry in our yard, so we were forced to give away the black chicken to a friend. Considering that I was about to go into middle school in a few weeks, I considered this most blackest of days to be a watershed moment between my elementary and middle school years.
A week after this incident, I transitioned into raising two parakeets.
TL;DR: In one day, my grandma leaves me, one of my beloved chicken dies, and I am forced to give away my remaining chicken.
It was my birthday, Nov 15, 1993. I got a gift, a gift that always was by my side, protected me, slept by me, played with me and was part of my life until I was thirteen. He was a full breed shih zhu and was the most loyal dog ever. Literally when my mom would try to punish me when I was younger, Ickis would always step in to try and protect me. He always barked and tried to bite her to let her know to stop.
I remember it like it was yesterday. It was during the summer; I let my dog Ickis go outside for a piss and to do his normal thing. About fifteen minutes after I opened the back door, I go outside and started to call for him. He never showed up. I went outside and looked around, didn't find him. I looked at the side of my house and to my surprise, the side door of my house was opened. Some one came into my backyard and robbed my dog. Never again did I see him. I still cry about it because he was my most beloved bestfriend.
The last time I ever felt sadness for my pet was last year when I found out my dog Zelda had died. She was bitter and old and she attack babies, smaller dogs and smelly people.
My mother and father had gotten divorce years after and when Zelda couldn't cooperate with my mother's new pets (two other mastiffs), she sent her away. I was extremely torn that I was stuck with two dogs my mother treasured over my little Zelda who was once a young pup-girl herself.
My father hated pets, but treated her well and together they lived a mutual lifestyle where they both exercised despite their age, she slept on tile floors and he slept upstairs: she was not allowed to sleep with him because he absolutely despised it when she'd pee on the carpet (she used to be able to hold it in while my father worked long hours, but due to her age, this was no longer possible).
She died sometime last December of 2009. My father hadn't told us (my siblings and I) that she had died until March because he didn't want it to affect our studies. Little did he know that my mother has a large mouth and everyone had known about it months before...
except for me.
So when we had a family dinner, everyone joked about Zelda, talking about her death like it was old news and I sat there like a dope, only realizing now that she had passed.
I've never felt so much hate, sadness and anger in one sitting before.
I've had two dogs in my life that have died, never cried so much. I don't even want to think about the day when my current dog/cat dies, makes my stomach twist just quickly forming the thought about it. Why do dogs have to have such short lifespan
Havn't watched the video and I don't think I can without relating to my pets.
On January 01 2011 04:08 intrigue wrote: the day my dog dies is the day i am no longer a boy. i think about it all the time, and it's one of my most guarded terrors. there is no way i can possibly watch this video, i get worked up just reading the thread title.
i say the same thing.
i just lost my dog that drowned by my baby sister. recently before that i lost my other dog as well. looking at the picture of the video, it will be impossible to watch for me
I just got the notice that my dog had a heart attack. Goddman, she(yes she) had problems with her womb, had problems with fur, problems with her ears, but her heart was always healthy. She died when she was beeing taken to bath - thing that she loves to do especially when me and my family just came home from a trip - and I believe she was so happy that her 10 years couldn't hold it.
Its a Labrador Retriver, so it was her expected age, but really? Heart attack?
Worst waking up news ever. I'd rather had my useless grandfather dieing that her.
On January 02 2011 10:34 wargasm wrote: My dog got mauled by a neighbors dog once, I manned up and had theirs killed too.
Eye for an eye imo
how did your dog come in contact in the first place.
so not cool on either end, and a horrible way to handle things.
Yeah that's actually disgusting man.
When I was 12 my cat Heidi that I'd had my whole life was put down because a gum disease meant she couldn't eat. I loved that fucking cat, she sat on my lap purring everytime she got the chance and hissed at everyone else if they tried to stroke her, it was awesome.
If my 11 year old cat Tiggy ever dies (yes, if) I have no idea what I will do 0_0
The first pet I ever had was a cat named Teiko.. She was the perfect pet. I got her when I was 10 or so. Sadly, when she was five, we found out she had pancreatic cancer. She had to stay at the animal hospital. I went to see her before she went into surgery. She was so happy to see me. And finally when we had to say goodbye, I remember the vet taking her away, but Teiko kept looking back at me as if she didn't want to leave me. When they were operating, we were told the cancer was just too bad there was nothing they could do so we decided to just let her stay asleep. It was devastating. I have two cats now and I have a such a great bond with one that I don't know what I'll do without him. I love my cats. They are family, no doubt.
I had her from a breeder since she was just a little hatchling. She was my companion during my worst and my best and even though she wasn't a cat that would purr to show affection or a dog that would bark and wag when he saw me, we still shared a deep connection.
The last months of her life she contracted really bad parasites(PetCo crickets, seriously avoid that store like the plague) just as she was entering a deep brumation(lizard hibernation). Her and I fought hard to get back into shape, I force fed her, gave her medicine and slept with her in the night to make sure she stayed warm. Eventually her little heart just couldn't take the pain anymore and she let go.
I had her from a breeder since she was just a little hatchling. She was my companion during my worst and my best and even though she wasn't a cat that would purr to show affection or a dog that would bark and wag when he saw me, we still shared a deep connection.
The last months of her life she contracted really bad parasites(PetCo crickets, seriously avoid that store like the plague) just as she was entering a deep brumation(lizard hibernation). Her and I fought hard to get back into shape, I force fed her, gave her medicine and slept with her in the night to make sure she stayed warm. Eventually her little heart just couldn't take the pain anymore and she let go.
I didn't really feel much viewing the video.. must be because I'm scared to hell of dogs and because I've never had a pet. Is having a pet like having a best friend or something?
On January 04 2011 01:40 Argoneus wrote: I didn't really feel much viewing the video.. must be because I'm scared to hell of dogs and because I've never had a pet. Is having a pet like having a best friend or something?
Best friends are nothing close to a companion pet. Pets don't care if you are rich, poor, ugly, etc.. As long as you are by their side, they will be by yours. Oh, and feed them ofc.
On January 04 2011 01:40 Argoneus wrote: I didn't really feel much viewing the video.. must be because I'm scared to hell of dogs and because I've never had a pet. Is having a pet like having a best friend or something?
They're always there for you no matter what. It's the kind of unconditional love that only your parents and immediate family have.
Fuck man this thread is seriously too much right now.
On Thursday night my dog, a 10 year old black lab, fell down the stairs in the middle of the night. I thought he'd just slipped and had a freak accident, but now it's becoming more and more apparent that he can't see anymore. He's walking into doors, he can't immediately focus on where sounds are coming from, and he seems completely paralyzed by fear when it comes to moving through a room on his own. He hunches down and gets into a very rigid stance whenever he feels like I'm not next to him to guide him. He's with my sister at the moment, since I don't want him to be alone during the day, but she has two small dogs of her own and I think their attempts at playing are totally stressing him out.
I've been googling dog illnesses and symptoms and warning signs, but I'm just running myself in circles. He's going in for a vet appointment today. I'm desperately hoping it's just some temporary vision loss. Even if he's blind from now on, we can deal with that together. I'm just so afraid that it's an early symptom of something worse. Not much I can do now but wait.
On January 04 2011 02:36 BroOd wrote: Fuck man this thread is seriously too much right now.
On Thursday night my dog, a 10 year old black lab, fell down the stairs in the middle of the night. I thought he'd just slipped and had a freak accident, but now it's becoming more and more apparent that he can't see anymore. He's walking into doors, he can't immediately focus on where sounds are coming from, and he seems completely paralyzed by fear when it comes to moving through a room on his own. He hunches down and gets into a very rigid stance whenever he feels like I'm not next to him to guide him. He's with my sister at the moment, since I don't want him to be alone during the day, but she has two small dogs of her own and I think their attempts at playing are totally stressing him out.
I've been googling dog illnesses and symptoms and warning signs, but I'm just running myself in circles. He's going in for a vet appointment today. I'm desperately hoping it's just some temporary vision loss. Even if he's blind from now on, we can deal with that together. I'm just so afraid that it's an early symptom of something worse. Not much I can do now but wait.
My best wishes for you and him, and I'm sure almost everybody in this thread. What is his name?
On January 03 2011 10:13 Torte de Lini wrote: The last time I ever felt sadness for my pet was last year when I found out my dog Zelda had died. She was bitter and old and she attack babies, smaller dogs and smelly people.
My mother and father had gotten divorce years after and when Zelda couldn't cooperate with my mother's new pets (two other mastiffs), she sent her away. I was extremely torn that I was stuck with two dogs my mother treasured over my little Zelda who was once a young pup-girl herself.
My father hated pets, but treated her well and together they lived a mutual lifestyle where they both exercised despite their age, she slept on tile floors and he slept upstairs: she was not allowed to sleep with him because he absolutely despised it when she'd pee on the carpet (she used to be able to hold it in while my father worked long hours, but due to her age, this was no longer possible).
She died sometime last December of 2009. My father hadn't told us (my siblings and I) that she had died until March because he didn't want it to affect our studies. Little did he know that my mother has a large mouth and everyone had known about it months before...
except for me.
So when we had a family dinner, everyone joked about Zelda, talking about her death like it was old news and I sat there like a dope, only realizing now that she had passed.
I've never felt so much hate, sadness and anger in one sitting before.
wow just reading that makes me really angry Really sorry to hear that I hope you told them how wrong that was eventually because if not at least for me bottling it up and not being to able to let it out would make me so much more aggressive every time I'd be around family.
Good video in the OP it didnt make me as sad as reading through all these posts in here though like Machine's for example T_T
I lost my dog a long time ago, my parents got her before my two older brothers were born. So I grew up with her all the way. When she did die eventually, I mustve been 12 I think, I took it better than many of the people posting in here, probably because I didnt get to see it at all. In his last days she had some troubles walking on flat/slick surfaces and sometimes I would have to help her up, but I guess I was too stupid to realize what that meant. One day I came home from school and I barely even noticed she wasn't there. Only at the evening when I was doing homework my dad came up and told me they had put her to sleep. I didn't even feel anything. Only a few nights later it hit me like some rush of memories and I started crying. Makes me sad that I feel like I haven't been appreciating her as much as I should have, probably taking her for granted because - well I never had experienced a time without her ever.
I always wanted to have another dog but to this day my mother wont even think about letting another one in. I live in a different city than my parents though, with three other flatmates and our newest addition also brought her 7 months old dog with her. Now he's 10 months old.
He sometimes bites people, he's extremely stubborn, he often doesn't listen, he eats everything no matter if its food or not, he's not the smartest dog, he's slowly fucking up my couch by eating away at its insides, he can't be left alone cause then he will bark non-stop and in rare cases even piss and shit in the house. But, even though he isn't technically my dog, he is still my dog and I love him very much He spends way more time with me than with the other flatmates, except his owner-mummy of course, since thats where he sleeps and I guess I'm somewhat of a father figure for him now, even though he's a stubborn fuck and I met him after his imprinting phase (if thats what u call it in english). Havent seen him since start of the holidays and I keep having dreams of people taking him away from me :p His arrival really came along with a general big upswing in my life and my emotional state along with that, he's certainly part of the reason for that, so even though he sometimes drives me mad I will always try to be appreciative, this thread certainly reminds me of that.
On January 04 2011 02:36 BroOd wrote: Fuck man this thread is seriously too much right now.
On Thursday night my dog, a 10 year old black lab, fell down the stairs in the middle of the night. I thought he'd just slipped and had a freak accident, but now it's becoming more and more apparent that he can't see anymore. He's walking into doors, he can't immediately focus on where sounds are coming from, and he seems completely paralyzed by fear when it comes to moving through a room on his own. He hunches down and gets into a very rigid stance whenever he feels like I'm not next to him to guide him. He's with my sister at the moment, since I don't want him to be alone during the day, but she has two small dogs of her own and I think their attempts at playing are totally stressing him out.
I've been googling dog illnesses and symptoms and warning signs, but I'm just running myself in circles. He's going in for a vet appointment today. I'm desperately hoping it's just some temporary vision loss. Even if he's blind from now on, we can deal with that together. I'm just so afraid that it's an early symptom of something worse. Not much I can do now but wait.
My friends dog got glaucoma and lived a very long and happy blind life. Doggies don't use their eyes that much so although it sucks for the poor guy it won't hinder him as much. My friend would have to give drops to her dog every some hours, she did this every day for years, thats some true love right there. I hope your dog comes out just fine!
my dog that id had for about 10 years died recently, it was a very sad day :[ but she was staying with a nice woman who was taking great care of her so she lived happily until she died
On January 04 2011 02:36 BroOd wrote: Fuck man this thread is seriously too much right now.
On Thursday night my dog, a 10 year old black lab, fell down the stairs in the middle of the night. I thought he'd just slipped and had a freak accident, but now it's becoming more and more apparent that he can't see anymore. He's walking into doors, he can't immediately focus on where sounds are coming from, and he seems completely paralyzed by fear when it comes to moving through a room on his own. He hunches down and gets into a very rigid stance whenever he feels like I'm not next to him to guide him. He's with my sister at the moment, since I don't want him to be alone during the day, but she has two small dogs of her own and I think their attempts at playing are totally stressing him out.
I've been googling dog illnesses and symptoms and warning signs, but I'm just running myself in circles. He's going in for a vet appointment today. I'm desperately hoping it's just some temporary vision loss. Even if he's blind from now on, we can deal with that together. I'm just so afraid that it's an early symptom of something worse. Not much I can do now but wait.
My friends dog got glaucoma and lived a very long and happy blind life. Doggies don't use their eyes that much so although it sucks for the poor guy it won't hinder him as much. My friend would have to give drops to her dog every some hours, she did this every day for years, thats some true love right there. I hope your dog comes out just fine!
My cat went blind a few years back, possibly from running into something though it was never exactly made clear what caused it. She passed away this summer (still not over it), but before that she lived quite happily for years still after said incident, so yeah I'd second this. It was a bit awkward at first, but our animal friends really can adjust quite well to this kind of thing. If that's all it is of course, crossing my fingers for the two of you.
My welsh corgie (Keaton) died right before I went to college. She was fed antifreeze through the backyard fence by our neighbor's teenage kid, and we had to have her put to sleep.
Recently my grandfather passed away, and the only reason he hung on so long after the death of my grandmother was because of his welsh corgie (Casper), which was his only companion most days as he lived alone. The dog was so old it was unable to stand without help or go to the bathroom by itself, so after my grandfather died we put the dog down two days later. I remember thinking what a horrible way it was to repay Casper for taking care of my grandpa for so long.
On January 04 2011 03:07 RiotSpectre wrote: My welsh corgie (Keaton) died right before I went to college. She was fed antifreeze through the backyard fence by our neighbor's teenage kid, and we had to have her put to sleep.
Recently my grandfather passed away, and the only reason he hung on so long after the death of my grandmother was because of his welsh corgie (Casper), which was his only companion most days as he lived alone. The dog was so old it was unable to stand without help or go to the bathroom by itself, so after my grandfather died we put the dog down two days later. I remember thinking what a horrible way it was to repay Casper for taking care of my grandpa for so long.
It was not a happy time in my life.
I dont know, I mean your grandfather was assumably also Casper's biggest companion, I wouldnt view it as a horrible way of repaying. I dont mind the idea of dying right along with a loved one, I think it actually has something nice about it.
On January 04 2011 02:36 BroOd wrote: Fuck man this thread is seriously too much right now.
On Thursday night my dog, a 10 year old black lab, fell down the stairs in the middle of the night. I thought he'd just slipped and had a freak accident, but now it's becoming more and more apparent that he can't see anymore. He's walking into doors, he can't immediately focus on where sounds are coming from, and he seems completely paralyzed by fear when it comes to moving through a room on his own. He hunches down and gets into a very rigid stance whenever he feels like I'm not next to him to guide him. He's with my sister at the moment, since I don't want him to be alone during the day, but she has two small dogs of her own and I think their attempts at playing are totally stressing him out.
I've been googling dog illnesses and symptoms and warning signs, but I'm just running myself in circles. He's going in for a vet appointment today. I'm desperately hoping it's just some temporary vision loss. Even if he's blind from now on, we can deal with that together. I'm just so afraid that it's an early symptom of something worse. Not much I can do now but wait.
My best wishes for you and him, and I'm sure almost everybody in this thread. What is his name?
His name is Bo. The family he was adopted from had initially named him "Beau" when he was born, so I guess that's technically his real name, but I never liked that. I preferred to think he was named after Bo Jackson, multi-sport super-athlete, than Beau Bridges, the "Billy Baldwin" of the Bridges acting family.
He's always been an incredibly neurotic dog, but in the most endearing ways. For instance, he won't walk through certain types of doorways without an escort. He tenses up and, if no one is around to walk through with him, will start to cry or get really frustrated. It took him about 5 years to figure out that he couldn't open doors with a headbutt. He was a busy dog who didn't have time for testing to see if a door was open with a gentle nudge. It was graceless headbutts or nothing. My bedroom door has a little worn spot from where he would try to ram the door open before I could turn the handle.
He's mellowed out significantly from his youth, and he's content now to spend most of his time lounging about. He still enjoys a good walk, but he also likes to sprawl out and watch TV shows with me. I can't and don't want to imagine life without him.
On January 04 2011 02:36 BroOd wrote: Fuck man this thread is seriously too much right now.
On Thursday night my dog, a 10 year old black lab, fell down the stairs in the middle of the night. I thought he'd just slipped and had a freak accident, but now it's becoming more and more apparent that he can't see anymore. He's walking into doors, he can't immediately focus on where sounds are coming from, and he seems completely paralyzed by fear when it comes to moving through a room on his own. He hunches down and gets into a very rigid stance whenever he feels like I'm not next to him to guide him. He's with my sister at the moment, since I don't want him to be alone during the day, but she has two small dogs of her own and I think their attempts at playing are totally stressing him out.
I've been googling dog illnesses and symptoms and warning signs, but I'm just running myself in circles. He's going in for a vet appointment today. I'm desperately hoping it's just some temporary vision loss. Even if he's blind from now on, we can deal with that together. I'm just so afraid that it's an early symptom of something worse. Not much I can do now but wait.
My best wishes for you and him, and I'm sure almost everybody in this thread. What is his name?
His name is Bo. The family he was adopted from had initially named him "Beau" when he was born, so I guess that's technically his real name, but I never liked that. I preferred to think he was named after Bo Jackson, multi-sport super-athlete, than Beau Bridges, the "Billy Baldwin" of the Bridges acting family.
He's always been an incredibly neurotic dog, but in the most endearing ways. For instance, he won't walk through certain types of doorways without an escort. He tenses up and, if no one is around to walk through with him, will start to cry or get really frustrated. It took him about 5 years to figure out that he couldn't open doors with a headbutt. He was a busy dog who didn't have time for testing to see if a door was open with a gentle nudge. It was graceless headbutts or nothing. My bedroom door has a little worn spot from where he would try to ram the door open before I could turn the handle.
He's mellowed out significantly from his youth, and he's content now to spend most of his time lounging about. He still enjoys a good walk, but he also likes to sprawl out and watch TV shows with me. I can't and don't want to imagine life without him.
He sounds awesome. Hope the news is good Sick pets is so fucking horrible.
I had a dog that my parents got ~ 1 week after I was born. He would lay under my crib and grow at anyone that would get too close too me. I loved that dog so much, he passed away when I was in 6th grade T.T
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