We just put our 19 year old dog down in June. Her health had been declining. We had an appointment for the Vet, which was two weeks out, just to see our options. The weekend before the Vet visit she went down hill. Actually became unable to walk on Sunday. That Monday on the way to the Vet she was so calm in the car, which she's never been that way and even at the Vet's office. She was suffering neurological damage to the point her back feet/legs just wouldn't work. I had a gut feeling when we made the appointment she wouldn't be coming back home with us. Just glad I had a little time to prepare and She went peacefully.

Had to put our Lab down a few years ago now, I layed with her on the floor as they gave her the shot. It was awful but I'm glad she wasn't alone.

salto;1868118 wrote:Best if you replace your pet with something from the humane society.

We did, and what a rewarding experience it was.

Belly35;1868145 wrote:Murphy passed away around 10:30 we will get his ashes in a few days.
We will take his ashes down by the big pine tree where he liked to sleep under the shade

Sorry for your loss.

vdubb96;1868152 wrote:Had to put our Lab down a few years ago now, I layed with her on the floor as they gave her the shot. It was awful but I'm glad she wasn't alone.

...I did the same with my cat when I had to per her down. Animals are amazing, she knew what was coming but kept on purring until she could purr no more. I miss her a lot!

Sorry to hear about Murphy Belly.

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I'm not trying to be insensitive, but I just don't grow that attached to our pets. It's tougher to see the kids hurt than to actually see the animal go. Maybe it will be different when my daughter's horse goes (he's 19). To me, my pets = work. I don't get much enjoyment out of them. But my children do, so that is why we have them.

But I know that all people are not the same... and I know that, to many people, pets are a part of their family. Very sorry to hear, Belly. Hang in there, old man.

Maybe it would be different if you didn't have 37 of them.

thavoice;1867988 wrote:that sucks dude.


Just got word 5 minutes ago the second puppy died. When you take 3 healthy pups in for routine shots 2 of them should not end up dead...


Fucking. Sucks

Seriously... take them to the fucking cleaners.

GOONx19;1868266 wrote:Maybe it would be different if you didn't have 37 of them.

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But you're not wrong in your assessment.

We had a red doberman "Cajun" full grown but still a puppy. We had several acres of land when the kids all lived at home. My wife left him out and forgot about him while she was getting the kids ready for school. Cajun did not understand why this yellow vehicle came and swallowed up the kids. So he gave chase for a couple of miles until the bus reached the main highway and could no longer keep up. School called us later and told us the bus driver reported it when she got back to the garage. Never saw the dog again.

The dogs we currently have we got shortly after that. One purposefully and the other someone brought a litter of puppies to my wifes workplace and she brought one home to see what I thought knowing I would not have been interested in having two dogs. You know how that goes. That dog is my avatar. The "hounds" as we affectionately call them are going to be hard to lose. Once my kids got older I used to joke with my colleagues about wishing the rest of my family was as excited about me getting home as the hounds. Now that the kids are all adults the hounds follow me everywhere when I am in the house. I see their heads peeking out doors and windows when I am outside. I joke with my wife that I am being stalked by the hounds.

For over a decade now in my best English accent based off a Bugs Bunny cartoon I sound out "release the hounds" when they are in their cage or want to go outside. The hounds instantly go ballistic and that would trigger one of my kids to get off their ass let the hounds out. I still do it today although most times I am letting them out. I need one of those red buttons like on the Simpsons I can just press.

ernest_t_bass;1868265 wrote:I'm not trying to be insensitive, but I just don't grow that attached to our pets. It's tougher to see the kids hurt than to actually see the animal go. Maybe it will be different when my daughter's horse goes (he's 19). To me, my pets = work. I don't get much enjoyment out of them. But my children do, so that is why we have them.

But I know that all people are not the same... and I know that, to many people, pets are a part of their family. Very sorry to hear, Belly. Hang in there, old man.

Really genius?

ernest_t_bass;1868267 wrote:Seriously... take them to the fucking cleaners.

Not looking for $$$.

Just answers.

Just compensation for the bills and money lost in when they would have been sold.

Have a few vets over there looking at the autopsy and other testing thing that is going to be completed soon.

I get it, shit happens. WIth being the same parents of the 3 pups they would have same genetics, but for all 3 to have the exact same symptons immediately..... On one hand, yes, I understand it but what are the odds of all 3 unless something was total wrong with the vaccine and/or administration of it?

vdubb96;1868152 wrote:Had to put our Lab down a few years ago now, I layed with her on the floor as they gave her the shot. It was awful but I'm glad she wasn't alone.

4cards;1868211 wrote:...I did the same with my cat when I had to per her down. Animals are amazing, she knew what was coming but kept on purring until she could purr no more. I miss her a lot!

ditto with our cat...very tough, but so glad I did

majorspark;1868295 wrote:We had a red doberman "Cajun" full grown but still a puppy. We had several acres of land when the kids all lived at home. My wife left him out and forgot about him while she was getting the kids ready for school. Cajun did not understand why this yellow vehicle came and swallowed up the kids. So he gave chase for a couple of miles until the bus reached the main highway and could no longer keep up. School called us later and told us the bus driver reported it when she got back to the garage. Never saw the dog again.

The dogs we currently have we got shortly after that. One purposefully and the other someone brought a litter of puppies to my wifes workplace and she brought one home to see what I thought knowing I would not have been interested in having two dogs. You know how that goes. That dog is my avatar. The "hounds" as we affectionately call them are going to be hard to lose. Once my kids got older I used to joke with my colleagues about wishing the rest of my family was as excited about me getting home as the hounds. Now that the kids are all adults the hounds follow me everywhere when I am in the house. I see their heads peeking out doors and windows when I am outside. I joke with my wife that I am being stalked by the hounds.

For over a decade now in my best English accent based off a Bugs Bunny cartoon I sound out "release the hounds" when they are in their cage or want to go outside. The hounds instantly go ballistic and that would trigger one of my kids to get off their ass let the hounds out. I still do it today although most times I am letting them out. I need one of those red buttons like on the Simpsons I can just press.

Good stuff right there

majorspark;1868295 wrote:We had a red doberman "Cajun" full grown but still a puppy. We had several acres of land when the kids all lived at home. My wife left him out and forgot about him while she was getting the kids ready for school. Cajun did not understand why this yellow vehicle came and swallowed up the kids. So he gave chase for a couple of miles until the bus reached the main highway and could no longer keep up. School called us later and told us the bus driver reported it when she got back to the garage. Never saw the dog again.

The dogs we currently have we got shortly after that. One purposefully and the other someone brought a litter of puppies to my wifes workplace and she brought one home to see what I thought knowing I would not have been interested in having two dogs. You know how that goes. That dog is my avatar. The "hounds" as we affectionately call them are going to be hard to lose. Once my kids got older I used to joke with my colleagues about wishing the rest of my family was as excited about me getting home as the hounds. Now that the kids are all adults the hounds follow me everywhere when I am in the house. I see their heads peeking out doors and windows when I am outside. I joke with my wife that I am being stalked by the hounds.

For over a decade now in my best English accent based off a Bugs Bunny cartoon I sound out "release the hounds" when they are in their cage or want to go outside. The hounds instantly go ballistic and that would trigger one of my kids to get off their ass let the hounds out. I still do it today although most times I am letting them out. I need one of those red buttons like on the Simpsons I can just press.

That's some good stuff right there!

Belly35;1868145 wrote:Murphy passed away around 10:30 we will get his ashes in a few days.
We will take his ashes down by the big pine tree where he liked to sleep under the shade

Sorry to hear ......not easy.

ernest_t_bass;1868265 wrote:Maybe it will be different when my daughter's horse goes (he's 19).

When I was a kid, I had a horse who was born when I was one. I rode him until I went to college and he lived until he was 29. I don't think i rode him more than 2 or 3 times after I turned 18. My mom called me one day and let me know he was down and couldn't get up so I went home and sat with him until he passed. I wish I had spent more time with him in the last 11 years but I just lost interest. When my daughter was old enough I got sucked back in and into horses again.

We also have a pot belly pig (I think she's 7) now and apparently they live into their 30s so she will probably be around for a while.

I'm so sorry, Belly.

I had to take our little Italian greyhound to be put to sleep last Sunday. She was only nine, but she had been diagnosed with congestive heart failure back in January and given three to six months. Her heart rate was over 200 BPM, and she would frequently go limp if she exerted herself too much, but as long as she still seemed to be enjoying life in between the spells, so we put her on the recommended meds and made sure she enjoyed life as much as possible. Ended up going almost eight months for us, but suddenly, she stopped eating and wouldn't stand up unless we were letting her out.

My wife and I held her while they gave her the injection, and she rested her head on my arm as they were getting ready to do it. She was the sweetest dog I've ever known, and of our four dogs, she was the one that behaved more like she was mine than my wife's.

I've been a wreck the last ten days about it, but I'm glad she isn't hurting anymore.

It's hard to let them go. I don't understand how anyone does it flippantly.

Sorry to hear, O.

I had to put down our pup of 15 years last year ................wow, was that hard. I got him at a county humane center, mix, great hunter and chaser of all prey. Excellent sporting dog, and was great with the kids. I guess since I 'rescued' him he figured I better be in his sight at all times; he followed me every where I went in the house, and out, for 15 years, until he really could not move too much and was no doubt in pain. He meant a great deal to our family, my wife even secretly (we kid) became attached to him. She was damn sad too, on that last day. I wrote up a 2-page obit - for our personal use/benefit - summarizing his life, with plenty of embellishments and comedic lines, as a way of summing it all up and it helped with closure ........thought he deserved a nice write-up for all the good stuff he gave us over the years. He sure helped me get through some difficult times at work; forever grateful.

I had my dogs stuffed when they died. My wife's dog sucks and when I accidentally run it over with my truck it won't get stuffed, well maybe I will just stuff it in the trash. Freaking shitzu

Uncle Ted;1868627 wrote:I had my dogs stuffed when they died. My wife's dog sucks and when I accidentally run it over with my truck it won't get stuffed, well maybe I will just stuff it in the trash. Freaking shitzu

sorry, but this is creepy

Lol yes it is. I like pets but not that dang much.

Uncle Ted;1868657 wrote:Lol yes it is. I like pets but not that dang much.

?

Apparently you do, because you were the one that posted it. Unless you forgot to switch usernames.

It was a joke. Let me help you. He said it was creepy and I replied yeah it is and I don't like pets that dang much. Who would really stuff a pet? I am puzzled ,tbh, that people have funerals and burials for pets. Even wanting the ashes of a pet is strange to me. I had to put down a dog of mine. Said my goodbyes. Dropped him off at the place that does what they do and left. They asked if I wanted the ashes and if I did it would cost like $7.00. First off I didn't want them but if I did why would I have to pay $7 when I just paid $50 to have him put down.