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Feeling very sad...
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Cazzie
SOH-CM-2024
Twelve is a pretty long lidespan for a small dog, I sure hate to hear that Bill.
I have lost three diogs since moving to my present residence 19 years ago. Two were actually my wife's dogs, the beagle Rosie got hit in the road by a driver that did not stop, her other do, a mix, Whitey, must have had cancer. She contacted some intestinal problems and died before she was four. My old Australian Shepard Dempsey made it nearly 15 years before she too lost the use of her bowel control had had to be put down. I cried for three days. She was my trusted companion ever since I found her stranded at a trash dumpster, hence her name Dempsey, the manufacturer of said trash dumps here. She was so small that she fit in my hand. My father was still alive and I was on the way to see him when I found her. He fell immediately in love with that dog and said that I should keep her and not take her to the city pound (my original intentions). It's funny how dad's are always right. When my wife and I officially got married in August 1990, dempesy sat at the ceremony. My friend Dinky found she had a taste for beer and she got as drunk as the rest of us. I had to put her to bed.
Fond memories my friend, cherish them of Bubba too. My father passed away in December 1990, after Dempsey was nearly 11 months old. I carried her with me whenever I went to see him. He loved that dog and that dog loved him. So it was with me too. There is said to be a place in Heaven called the "Rainbow Bridge". It is here that all of one's loved ones and pets greet one's arrival into Heaven. At the front of the pets will be Dempsey, no soul save my wife has been so dear and faithful to me in their 15 years on Earth. 
The wife and kids now have a spoiled mix, Bud-Bud, that they retrieved from the city pound as a puppy. My best buddy since third grade, Mark, knew of my loss of Dempsey and gave me one of his registered Chocolate Labradors. She was originally named Holly, but now at age 4 she is a good and faithful dog, she has taken on the name "Big Brown Truck". A little frisky as Labs are. And God knows, if you walk one on a leash, don't ever let them see a waterhole!
Best of hopes and prayers for ol' bubba Bill. But if the worst happens, do not waste time in getting another dog. They sort of grow on you. My wife, who is more Indian than me, has been called MamaManyDogs.
Caz
I have lost three diogs since moving to my present residence 19 years ago. Two were actually my wife's dogs, the beagle Rosie got hit in the road by a driver that did not stop, her other do, a mix, Whitey, must have had cancer. She contacted some intestinal problems and died before she was four. My old Australian Shepard Dempsey made it nearly 15 years before she too lost the use of her bowel control had had to be put down. I cried for three days. She was my trusted companion ever since I found her stranded at a trash dumpster, hence her name Dempsey, the manufacturer of said trash dumps here. She was so small that she fit in my hand. My father was still alive and I was on the way to see him when I found her. He fell immediately in love with that dog and said that I should keep her and not take her to the city pound (my original intentions). It's funny how dad's are always right. When my wife and I officially got married in August 1990, dempesy sat at the ceremony. My friend Dinky found she had a taste for beer and she got as drunk as the rest of us. I had to put her to bed.
Fond memories my friend, cherish them of Bubba too. My father passed away in December 1990, after Dempsey was nearly 11 months old. I carried her with me whenever I went to see him. He loved that dog and that dog loved him. So it was with me too. There is said to be a place in Heaven called the "Rainbow Bridge". It is here that all of one's loved ones and pets greet one's arrival into Heaven. At the front of the pets will be Dempsey, no soul save my wife has been so dear and faithful to me in their 15 years on Earth. The wife and kids now have a spoiled mix, Bud-Bud, that they retrieved from the city pound as a puppy. My best buddy since third grade, Mark, knew of my loss of Dempsey and gave me one of his registered Chocolate Labradors. She was originally named Holly, but now at age 4 she is a good and faithful dog, she has taken on the name "Big Brown Truck". A little frisky as Labs are. And God knows, if you walk one on a leash, don't ever let them see a waterhole!
Best of hopes and prayers for ol' bubba Bill. But if the worst happens, do not waste time in getting another dog. They sort of grow on you. My wife, who is more Indian than me, has been called MamaManyDogs.
Caz
Thanks everyone for the kind wishes and prayers. Dr. Foster called me at 9am and let me know that Bubba is much worse today, and that all tests done thus far indicate that he's had a stroke. The prognosis for any recovery is not good, and any treatment would take months and be very, very expensive.
In his considered opinion, the most likely outcome would result in Bubba having to be hand fed, and nursed carefully until entropy's inevitable end.
So, having taken all of this into consideration, I've had to make the hard decision to have the vet administer the Big Sleep. As I type this brief note I'm crying so hard I can hardly see the screen. Now I've got to pull myself together enough to drive to the hospital so I can sign Bubba's life away, and hold him gently as he breathes his last sigh...
...how I'll manage to get home again is another matter entirely.
In his considered opinion, the most likely outcome would result in Bubba having to be hand fed, and nursed carefully until entropy's inevitable end.
So, having taken all of this into consideration, I've had to make the hard decision to have the vet administer the Big Sleep. As I type this brief note I'm crying so hard I can hardly see the screen. Now I've got to pull myself together enough to drive to the hospital so I can sign Bubba's life away, and hold him gently as he breathes his last sigh...
...how I'll manage to get home again is another matter entirely.
Just remember that all dogs go to heavenBill
I had a thousand things to do today, but several times I caught myself wondering and hoping your pup was going to be okay. After reading your orignal post yesterday I went looking for info on dogs and strokes and by what I read I went to sleep with a pretty positive feeling about the outcome.
The one thing I wanted most to see when I got home and started reading through all my regular internet stops was a message from you saying everything was okay.
I'm so sorry it didn't turn out that way.
Maybe at the very least, an ever so small silver lining might be that Bubba lived a good life at that age and that you were there with him at the end.
FAC
I had a thousand things to do today, but several times I caught myself wondering and hoping your pup was going to be okay. After reading your orignal post yesterday I went looking for info on dogs and strokes and by what I read I went to sleep with a pretty positive feeling about the outcome.
The one thing I wanted most to see when I got home and started reading through all my regular internet stops was a message from you saying everything was okay.
I'm so sorry it didn't turn out that way.
Maybe at the very least, an ever so small silver lining might be that Bubba lived a good life at that age and that you were there with him at the end.
FAC
Motormouse
SOH-CM-2025
Now there's a thing, as I'm away the 'wrong' side of the pond at the moment,
when I called home yesterday Mrs told me our dog (14yrs old,Lurcher)
had finally succumbed to the dog form of MS (which she'd had for a while)
Pete
when I called home yesterday Mrs told me our dog (14yrs old,Lurcher)
had finally succumbed to the dog form of MS (which she'd had for a while)
Pete
Thanks for the kind words of comfort, everyone.
I arrived at the animal hospital about 1:20 this afternoon and shortly was shown into a private room.
After a short wait, one of the staff brought Bubba in so I could cradle him in my arms.
He was so weak and pitiful looking, but he smelled me and slowly managed to give me a final face lick.
He knew I was there...
They told me that I could take as long as I needed, so I held him, gently stroked him,
and sang a little song I'd written just for him many years ago.
He looked at me several times as I was singing,
so I knew he heard my voice...
It's a silly little song, but I'd sung it to him everyday since he was just a tiny handful of wiggly puppy.
I love you Bubba,
Oh yes I do.
I don't love anyone
as much as you.
You are so good to me
it's true!
Oh Bubba, I love you.
After about an hour, Dr. Foster poked his head in and asked if we were ready.
I looked at Bubba, he gave a little sigh and then I realized that he knew he would not
be coming back home with me, but was instead going to Rainbow Bridge where he'd
be met by St. Francis, and taken to where all the precious companions can romp around
and play.
Dr. Foster came into the room and explained briefly that he would be using a two step injection process,
the first a mild sedative and the second a lethal nerve agent. After the first injection, he gently placed his
stethoscope on Bubba's chest, then gave him the second injection. He seemed a bit surprised that Bubba's
little heart stopped almost instantly. He said that was very unusual, and that it normally takes at least a minute...
So, I knew then that Bubba was ready to go to his final home...
It was 2:22 pm...
Listen to "At Rainbow Bridge the Puppies Play" a gentle instrumental I've scored for the occasion.
Here's a link to the beautiful gardens where he will be interred soon:
http://www.petrestinc.com/slideshow/
Bill
I arrived at the animal hospital about 1:20 this afternoon and shortly was shown into a private room.
After a short wait, one of the staff brought Bubba in so I could cradle him in my arms.
He was so weak and pitiful looking, but he smelled me and slowly managed to give me a final face lick.
He knew I was there...
They told me that I could take as long as I needed, so I held him, gently stroked him,
and sang a little song I'd written just for him many years ago.
He looked at me several times as I was singing,
so I knew he heard my voice...
It's a silly little song, but I'd sung it to him everyday since he was just a tiny handful of wiggly puppy.
I love you Bubba,
Oh yes I do.
I don't love anyone
as much as you.
You are so good to me
it's true!
Oh Bubba, I love you.
After about an hour, Dr. Foster poked his head in and asked if we were ready.
I looked at Bubba, he gave a little sigh and then I realized that he knew he would not
be coming back home with me, but was instead going to Rainbow Bridge where he'd
be met by St. Francis, and taken to where all the precious companions can romp around
and play.
Dr. Foster came into the room and explained briefly that he would be using a two step injection process,
the first a mild sedative and the second a lethal nerve agent. After the first injection, he gently placed his
stethoscope on Bubba's chest, then gave him the second injection. He seemed a bit surprised that Bubba's
little heart stopped almost instantly. He said that was very unusual, and that it normally takes at least a minute...
So, I knew then that Bubba was ready to go to his final home...
It was 2:22 pm...
Listen to "At Rainbow Bridge the Puppies Play" a gentle instrumental I've scored for the occasion.
Here's a link to the beautiful gardens where he will be interred soon:
http://www.petrestinc.com/slideshow/
Bill
My wife and I also recently saw our Eskie off to the next phase of her journey. She's the white one in my avatar, which I still can't bring myself to change.
Oh, how horrible. I remember that my very first dog Penny (a wire-haired fox terrier) died of old age while I was still in my first year at Kentucky Military Institute. At least the senior cadets had enough respect to treat me gently the day I found out...
The very next day though, I was a "Rat" again... :ernae:
jmig
SOH-CM-2025
I am sure Bubba is more than just a pet to you. As you know, the lost of a love one is never easy for those remanding behind.
As someone who respects and admire you, I share a bit of your anguish and sorrow. All of us at SOH support you and wish for the best. May Bubba's love continue to brighten your life in remembrance of your shared love.
As someone who respects and admire you, I share a bit of your anguish and sorrow. All of us at SOH support you and wish for the best. May Bubba's love continue to brighten your life in remembrance of your shared love.
Daveroo
Members +
sorry for your loss bill,but never forget that feeling you had when bubba let you know he was ready..sometimes our love for our pets ,let them suffer a bit longer than we should.not saying you did this though..but you said he looked up and sighed..made me tear up...
when i lost my favorite cat..someone poisened her..she was real sick..ill never forget this and i hate myself for it...but i couldnt wait to have the vet kill her...so i huged her.gave her a nuzzle and left...she was screaming for me as i closed the door..(im all teared up typing) but i just couldnt stay...but ill NEVER do that again..still hurts today that i didnt stay and hold her while he put her down...just couldnt doit...i so miss that cat...she was favtastic..never had i a cat with such a beautifull personality...my gf at the time was jealous because my landlord allowed my cat..but told her no dog...so the gf poisened my cat..( i found out the truth later)i found out alot of truths later including the fact she wanted to marry me and then kill ME for money....joke would have been on her...she had allready drien me to bankruptsy by maxing out my accounts through fraud and forging checks...i was sick and had just broken my back so i let her ( trusted her) to helpme......did i say she is a patilogical liar?.....BTW shes in jail for doing the same thing to another man after me..also suspected of killing another man for his money......freak...
when i lost my favorite cat..someone poisened her..she was real sick..ill never forget this and i hate myself for it...but i couldnt wait to have the vet kill her...so i huged her.gave her a nuzzle and left...she was screaming for me as i closed the door..(im all teared up typing) but i just couldnt stay...but ill NEVER do that again..still hurts today that i didnt stay and hold her while he put her down...just couldnt doit...i so miss that cat...she was favtastic..never had i a cat with such a beautifull personality...my gf at the time was jealous because my landlord allowed my cat..but told her no dog...so the gf poisened my cat..( i found out the truth later)i found out alot of truths later including the fact she wanted to marry me and then kill ME for money....joke would have been on her...she had allready drien me to bankruptsy by maxing out my accounts through fraud and forging checks...i was sick and had just broken my back so i let her ( trusted her) to helpme......did i say she is a patilogical liar?.....BTW shes in jail for doing the same thing to another man after me..also suspected of killing another man for his money......freak...
That´s life man, for dogs and man...about a year ago our 13 year old Boxer "Danny" swallowed a frog, yea a complete frog!!! six hours later after trying everything he collapsed and died....sadness ruled for about a week or so......people mend pretty fast. Then we went to the local dog pound, they have about 200 dogs there!!!! incredible but true......and we walked the grounds. Some little dogs run around the place, large ones are in cages. Out of no where a little white spotted "Mut" started to follow us and he did the whole ground with us......he is now home and his name is "Aaron" I call him "Aroncio"....Danny is just a pic in the den.....that´s life in the planet earth.:mixedsmi::mixedsmi::mixedsmi:----luckily Nature made us like we are, otherwise there would be no one in the planet!!!!!
Major_Spittle
Charter Member
I had to put down my 7 year old toy poodle last month due to a huge tumor in her chest. I just try to remember what a good life I gave my dog and how happy it was. I think my 40lb Border Collie has taken it the worse. He waited at the door after I left with just her and didn't come back with her. After about 5 minutes of seeing this I let him out and he went straight to the vehicles looking for her. Poor thing has lost 5lbs because he would only eat after she did. Now I see him finally using her dog bed for the first time ever, she wouldn't allow him on it before, so I guess he has officially accepted her place in the house hold. I'll miss watching that 10lb poodle boss around that 40lb dog.
Try not to dwell on the loss of your pet. Sometime we can allow our emotions to make things harder on us than they need to be and it is good to step outside of the grief for a moment to regain perspective.
Try not to dwell on the loss of your pet. Sometime we can allow our emotions to make things harder on us than they need to be and it is good to step outside of the grief for a moment to regain perspective.
Thanks to everyone for their kind notes, and thank you especially for the sage advice.
Fortunately, I have plenty of work to keep me occupied, but it's those odd little moments that occur during the day that bring on a brief moment of pain.
