I cannot turn back the clock to that moment before the injection when he lay there on my living room rug eating liver treats from my hand while I told him over and over that he was a good dog, and change my mind. I finally stopped crying maybe two months ago. Thinking he had fallen asleep I picked him up and headed back to bed, but within a few steps I felt he was just too limp. I am still crying after 6 months but not uncontrollably. Ideally we'd be home where we and the animals are most comfortable, but my experience at the vet's office was as good as to be expected.
Life can be so cruel sometimes. His ashes will come home tomorrow. He could not relax my dog but she just became more nervous. He was my life, and I am in shambles right now. I got back her almost as a puppy.
Kaia was by our side. We finally got him into the emergency vet and he convulsed in my arms. There is this emptiness without him. And all your sympathy has made me cry at several occasions. I figured, this would give his passing some meaning as another dog would be spared. He was my best friend, confidant, walking buddy.
She was part of my being. This week, hands down, has been the worst few days of my entire life. I hate his dog now and I want rid of her. I have never cried so hard in all my life. I miss his greeting at the door, his little tail wagging, and his bouncy strut. So I know where all of you are comming from and the intensive pain that follows, my only hope is that I can function normaly, but I must admit losing him will really put the dampers on any thing I do. Most recently, I had a dream that he was standing next to me looking strong and healthy, I was hugged, and kissing him- I could feel and smell him It felt so real.
My mom, sister and I burst into horribly loud tears in the little room he was in. I never have more than 2 at a time, and I have been extremely fortunate to have every dog in my life, except one, live at least 14 yrs. We thought he was going to live forever because for so long a few days short of 14 years he acted like a permanent puppy and never got sick. The death itself is difficult enough without adding a whole new, scary part. It was as if the tong lady was speaking a different language. Larry loved my husband, too. My house is painfully clean.
Now its your turn to do the same. I see her everywhere… her favorite chair, the spot on the floor in the kitchen where we would have to step over her, the upstairs hall as I get ready for work. What would others think as it has only been a day? I did not want to lose him… but I could not let him suffer… It was so very hard to do…. My heart screams for her. However, I am scared as to how this would be judged? Robert Savary said Keylo was involved in 333 apprehensions and helped in the recovery of evidence, including illegal drugs and contraband, in a number of investigations. He gave me two memorable days of her feeling like she was 5 yrs old.
And here we sit, without our Nacho- our first family dog and true friend. Marie can't officially diagnose your pet or prescribe medications, she can often advise you on whether a vet visit is necessary. I called her breeder and she told me to be strong and to not let Daisy suffer. Cecar Chavez, and Muhammud Ali. I can say that an dog or cat are as precious to me as anything on the earth.
I loved you in life and I miss you in death. Our Lola had breast cancer surgery a couple of years ago. Thanks for sharing the poem. I sat in her chair, hugged her pillow and sobbed uncontrollably for over an hour until I was exhausted. My ex could treat my how he wanted but when he went for her I had to leave.
My sympathy to the author, along with my deep appreciation for her talent. I wish I could have given him that privledge. It still hurts so much and I wish to see her again every night. I still cry a month later. No longer do I have an audience when using the bathroom or showering. We lost our beautiful little Boston Terrier two months ago, she was only 2 years ten months old.