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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.
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On January 04 2011 02:45 Zerokaiser wrote:Show nested quote +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.
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On January 04 2011 03:25 BroOd wrote:Show nested quote +On January 04 2011 02:45 Zerokaiser wrote: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.
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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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