Put down the family dog.

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Starwars

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Put down the family dog earlier today. He got very old, 15 and a half years. Was a male Golden Retriever named Buster.

He got heart problems a week ago or so, and his breathing got quicker and quicker each day. We got some heart meds and some other stuff for him, but it didn't seem to help. The vet said that an operation was possible, but that Buster would likely suffer more if we put him through that with the whole rehabilitation and so on.

Even though I'd obviously been preparing myself that he'd pass away sooner or later since he was so old... Man, it's still hard to accept. He's been a trusty companion since I was 12 and up to my present age of 24 (we got him when he was 1 year old).

It may be emo, but I found it hard to deal with the fact that I'm basically signing a contract with the vet to put down a friend. But in the end I really think it was for the best, as I think Buster was feeling worse and worse for each day. And when I woke up today, I almost instantly called the vet when I saw how fast he was breathing, and that his heart was pumping really fast as well (and irregularly).

Still, it's an old cliché but it really is like losing a good friend. Just felt like I had to write something about it. Think he had a very good life, and was always full of energy up until these last few days.
 
I remember when my cat, Wacek, disapeared. I was about 12 years old and I cried. Dad said the asians next door ate him (he disapeared on Chinese new year - my cat, not my dad).
 
Bummer. I would feel very bad if I had to take that decision with my ex-doggy. I really loved my boxer, she was a good, steadfast, loyal friend but I had to give her out when I moved into an apartment. Fucking broke my heart too. But I console myself thinking that she may enjoy a life in a hacienda.

Well, just treasure the good times and don't grieve too much. Your pup wouldn't have liked that. Mine didn't. She could perceive when I was feeling down and immediately started nibbling at my elbows and ankles so I could forget about being angry or sad.
 
Specialist said:
I remember when my cat, Wacek, disapeared. I was about 12 years old and I cried. Dad said the asians next door ate him (he disapeared on Chinese new year - my cat, not my dad).
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:rofl: You fucking funny guy, you had me laughing out loud.

Starwars said:
Put down the family dog earlier today. [...] and was always full of energy up until these last few days.
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There's nothing emo about that. Pets are part of the family, so when they die, it would actually be rather strange if you didn't cry.
 
Specialist said:
I remember when my cat, Wacek, disapeared. I was about 12 years old and I cried. Dad said the asians next door ate him (he disapeared on Chinese new year - my cat, not my dad).
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I don't want to laugh, but I can't help it.

That's a shame Starwars, but you made the right decision.

In fact it's a decision I may have to make soon. My dog of eleven years has begun vomiting every few days for the past few months. The tumor on her chest is also the size of a fist and I assume it's now interfering with her normal biological functions. Thing is no matter how nasty the vomit looks and how hard it is to clean the carpet she is still active and able to do pretty much anything she ever has done. I'll wait and get my veterinarian's opinion if she becomes less active.

Sincerely,
The Vault Dweller
 
I remember when my cat got ran over on the highway. I almost cried then I forgot about it because I'm a heartless bastard. At least thats what my wife says.
 
Sorry to hear that dude!

Haven't had any big animals that lived that long, have had some smaller onces who lived for a few years and i got sad when they passed away.

But as someone said before, your dog would not want you to grieve to mutch :) Maybe he is in a better place now.
 
sorry to hear it.
you did a right thing. Try to look at it from the other point: not that you signed a contract to put him down, but you helped him to relieve his pain. Everyone dies sooner or later, so it must've been his time. This is hard thing to get over, so nothing emo about it.
 
Pets of Furioso that went to that big pet store in the sky.

- 2 Male Gerbils, died whilst locked in Mortal Combat

- 10 Anoles, various methods of death including choking on wood chips, getting into the furnace and dying whilst locked in mortal combat

- 1 Cat, raised and then donated to cousin, cousin acidentally crushed it underneath new fridge.

- 1 Dog, dug underneath fence, then killed by stray Pitbull, vengeance was obtained though, Father killed Pitbull with machete.

-Countless goldfish, deaths varied from choking on plastic GI Joe guns to being drowned in Sprite.
 
My mom is a vet. She has put down all the familiy dogs herself. She says it was easier if she did it that way than to let some stranger do it. I guess it is like in mice an men.

And our oldest dog got to be thirteen. Was not fun when they put him down, but it had to be done.
 
This reminds me of when the family rabbit died, and the autopsy (I think my father suspected that I had killed it, so he got an autopsy on the little critter for like 200€) showed that it died of a stress-related intestine infection. It was probably induced by me kicking it around when people weren't looking, but they never had any proof.

I'll never forget when I got the SMS from my kid brother with the news of the rabbits departure from this plane of existence. I laughed, and then I smiled, and then I felt all warm and fuzzy inside.

Oh yeah, sorry about the dog. How did they kill it? Lethal injection? Stoning? Sent him to Chinatown? (That was awesome, Specialist.)
 
I sure hope you're joking.

Anyway, I also never had a dog, but I had a cat that died this year. It was living with my grandmother on the countryside for few years and I didn't see him actually die, so I didn't even feel much grief. But my sister once accidentally killed my hamster on my eyes when I was a kid. Oh boy, how I cried. I'm not very mentally resistant to other people\creatures death and I do not think that's emo at all, so don't worry 'bout it.
 
I bet the kitty wanted to check the new space that was created after removing the old fridge. Or wanted to protest about something perhaps and laid itself under the fridge.
 
I have two female gerbils and one canary.

I often pray to Cthulhu, asking him to reap the canary's soul, because it moults pretty much every week and I'm starting to suspect that it is doing that simply to piss me off.

I hate feathers. Except for the few feathers in my cap. Those I like.

As for the gerbils: one is getting pretty old (+3 years), so she can die every moment now. When she does, I should replace her with a new one, 'cause gerbils hate solitude. But guess what? I won't. "That's for biting me thrice in the index finger, biatch!" :twisted:
 
Ravager69 said:
I sure hope you're joking.
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Who, me? No, siree.

Also, I was just reminded of how my smallest kid brother, currently aged 6, drowned his big sisters guinea pig about a year ago. It was awesome. He suddenly got the idea that he would treat the mutated little rat to a bath; picked it up, and started shoving it around in the tub while filling it up with water.

When he complained to pa' about how the guinea pig wasn't moving anymore, he found out that was because it was dead. A wave of anxiety that must have been overwhelming for a five year old swept over him, and everyone started to reassure him that it was OK, and that everything was going to be alright, and how it was 'just a guniea pig' etc. I think a valuable seed was planted right then and there, for his mood did swiftly return. As for the wrath of his big sister, there was none. "It was getting to be kind of boring anyway", she said as she shrugged. If there is one value in the world that I wish for my smaller siblings to pick up, it is that animals are for eatin', so don't feel bad if you happen to committ premeditated animal slaughter.

Cats are kind of cool though, but as for the rest of them, I want them either gone from my sight or dead and fried, lying on a plate before me.
 
Well, since your living in Sweden, which is far enough from my place of living, it's ok with me.
 
Luke said:
Cats are kind of cool though, but as for the rest of them, I want them either gone from my sight or dead and fried, lying on a plate before me.
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Reminds me of the 2 cats i brought from the animal home .
I took care of them for 2 weeks and returned them back !
damn ...there are still some cat fur in my room after hours of cleaning .I am so fucking happy now that i have returned them !
Not that i hate cats ,its just that i think that they need a lot of time !
 
Ravager69 said:
Well, since your living in Sweden, which is far enough from my place of living, it's ok with me.
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So if I kill someone in Sweden it's ok because you're not here to see it? The fundamental principles of proper conduct; the very distinction between right and wrong, seems to count for naught to you. I am appalled and disgusted by this lack and utter disregard of ethics and moral, and everything else that is good in the world.
 
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