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kare 11 months, 3 weeks ago.
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Losing pets is awful. Sorry you guys have to put him down.Our dog Morenita was with us for 15 years. She had been run over/hit like 3 time (by my dad, ha), had some weird hernia issue, but she was awesome and made it a pretty long time. We loved her so much. Toward the end of her life, she was just getting tired and had more and more difficulties getting around the house (she was a chihuahua and we had stairs), and eventually issues just walking in general. It was getting close to us needing to put her down, but I don’t think we really wanted to let go because there was nothing overtly wrong.
Well, New Year’s rolls around one year and it’s crazy pouring that night. My dad lets the dog out in the morning, and kind of leaves her to her own devices (not abnormal for her). Later he realized it had been awhile and she still hadn’t “asked” to come in, so when he went outside he found her face down in this huge puddle/marshy thing that accumulates in our backyard every time it rains really bad. She had drowned And it was probably in part due to the fact that she had her walking issues We felt pretty awful.
At the time my dad found her, I was at work, so my brother called to tell me and I thought he was playing some awful joke. I cried awkwardly in the backroom in front of my manager. A hell of a way to kick off a new year :-/It is so hard to lose a pet. They are part of the family. I have had to euthanize 2 cats. One was my “heart cat” – we was like the cat version of my soulmate. He was born under my stepmother’s desk and I brought him to my house when he was 8 weeks old. His real name was Feral, but we all called him Babykitty. A few weeks before he passed away (I didn’t know at the time), I got a big tattoo of him on my arm with fairy wings. He had twisted stomach (something rarely seen in cats, usually seen in broad chested, small waist dogs) and there was no other choice. I had no time to prepare for it because of the amount of pain he was in. I still miss him every day. He was crazy and a little (ok, a lot) mean to everyone but me, but I carried him everywhere with me in my purse. When he got too big for my purse, I bought a bigger one. When he got too big for that one, I bought him his own duffel bag to be carried around in.
That was a few years ago, but in January of 2010 I had to do it all over again. This one was my husband’s cat and he was diagnosed with diabetes. We tried for months to stabilize him and find the right medications and amount of insulin, but he just kept deteriorating. Eventually, he was walking flat-footed in back (on his ankles instead of his feet), lost control of his bladder (he knew when he had to go, but just didn’t have enough time) and was so skinny and sad. The worst part was it was a few weeks after my husband was incarcerated that I brought him to the vet one last time and that was when I had to make that decision.
Ugh, now I’m all sad and at work
The best thing you can do is be there for your boyfriend. It is hard to let go and say goodbye, but it is often the best thing you can do for your pet. I’m sending positive thoughts your way. We had to put the family rabbit to sleep last fall, and it was the hardest thing ever. My dad and I were there while the vet put the shot in her, and I was just bawling my eyes out. I could have left before the final shot, but I felt like she should have someone with her in her last moments. She was a part of our family for half of my life, and I still miss her from time to time, especially her hopping around the house. It’s always so hard to lose a pet. So sorry for your pain
This is the saddest thread ever.
I’ve never had to put down an animal, but I have lost many wonderful furry friends. Like Laura, our family dog passed away on New Year’s Day. She had been coughing a bit during the night, but we didn’t think much of it. The next day she could barely move. We rushed her to the vet and he started treatment, but called us an hour later and told us she didn’t make it. I felt so bad because we weren’t there when it happened. I remember when we picked her up and took her in the car, I had the feeling that she would not be coming back with us. And still we left her with the vet.
We were so shocked because the day before she was running around like her crazy, hyper self. I still miss her, but I knew she was suffering. If the vet had recommended to euthanize her, I would have just so I could have been with her during her final moments. Also, when I was in junior high, my horse got really ill. She was older, and she never seemed to get better. We tried so many different treatments, surgeries, etc. I felt like we were just prolonging the inevitable. I was sad when she passed away, but I knew it was unfair for her to suffer.
I used to get really upset when my animals died when I was younger because my parents would never tell me. And when our dog died, I cried and my mom told me “see this is why we never tell you when things die”. Which I thought was a little over the line. It’s okay to cry. I have only seen my dad cry twice in my life, at his dad’s funeral and when our dog died.
Now I’m going to hug my old, senile cat and give him treats.
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