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So sorry for your loss; I went through that last summer, carried Wacky down 2 flts of stairs, as he had heat stroke-----Your dog sounds like a sweetheart.
Boz was my fist adult pet, he even travelled to Australia with me. He was 7 years old and got really sick in one week. He stopped eating, was very lathargic, breathing heavy. One vet said it was pain, but I went to a specialist and they took an xray and biopsy and found that 50% of his lungs were cancerous cells and blood and tumors.
I don't know how to deal with it. He was on 40% oxygen because he could no longer breathe well. He was put to sleep this morning Ausi time. The thing that hurts the most is that he couldn't see my face when they injected him. I was holding him and petting his head and talking to him telling him "he's a good boy, and brave" but I never got to look him in the eyes. At the time I didn't think about it, but now its haunting me.
I even think about not knowing he was terminal. I didn't get recent photos, or to spend every waking moment with him...or have him sleep in the room with me. I don't understand how he got sick so quickly....even with all the quarintine and checkups and shots he had to have before moving to Australia.
It hurts, I came home and tried to get rid of everything of his, but I couldn't get rid of his "baby" (stuffed toy) he carried everywhere with him. He was my big happy bullmastiff....but was he needing me....by the time I knew it we were on a 24 hour straight vet trip and he never came back home..
He was my child and best friend...he was always treated better than people and so loving.
I just can't get past him not seeing my face, I close my eyes and I see him facing the wall....he may have heard my voice and touch, but all he saw was wall.....I just don't know how to accept that and if he was scared..
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The mourning process is normal and it will get better in time. The loss will always be there but the pain will lessen. We all question our actions and wonder what if?? I Can honestly tell you that at that point he welcomed death. I have no doubt that he was not scared, he was miserable. He couldn't breath.
I just put down my rottie on july 18th. she was 13 years old. They found a hugh mass in her abdomen and one on her lungs. Of course the first thing a vet wants to do is a biopsy. This isn't wise on such a old dog, why put them through it when they can't cure them? The decision was to put her on medicine for the vomitting and see if she could bounce back. She went down hill quick. It seems like the lung mass is the one that done her in. While waiting for the vet to put her down, I noticed a little blood in her secretions from her nose. This told me that she was bleeding internally from the tumor. I was there the whole time and saw her take her last breath.
Don't beat yourself up, you done the best thing you could do for your best friend.He knew you were there to the end. You gave him comfort, it was not necessary to look him in the eyes. Your touch and words were more important than eye contact. I am sure he didn't know a whole lot about what was going on due to lack of oxygen and being weak from blood loss.
The day I put my rottie down it seem as though she was confused to some degree. she was in respitory distress and weak from blood loss.
My father recently died may 24th. He was in respitory failure and kidney failure. At the end he was confused as well. But with all that they say that hearing is the last thing to go. In my opinion eye contact would not have done any good at that point. His brain was not functioning due to lack of oxygen and he was in a confused state just as my father and my beloved dog was.
Its hard on me with the loss of my best friend and companion. But I have to be happy with the years I had with her. And I must realize that she is no longer in pain or can't breath.
I had to put my 15-year old Border Collie mix down recently. He survived two cancers but couldn't beat a third. I am sad but comforted in the fact that we did the right thing. His quality of life had seriously deteriorated to the point where it was painful for him to even lay down. I was with him at the end and I know he was somehow grateful. We got a couple of rescue border collies this month and while I know he will never be replaced, these two remind me of the joys of owning dogs and the good times I had with him.
You all are making me feel much better about what I know I have to do. I have been so torn for the past three weeks, weeks that just are too much on my pal, Bailey. I have three kids, who are all very much in love with him, and he them, and knowing what is coming up is hard on our family. I know my old neighbor Jake, will be eagerly awaiting Bailey's arrival, with a peanut butter bone, and a pat on the head.
I had to have my border collie Seb put to sleep yesterday morning, he would have been 1yr old on the 27th aug, Seb and my son Christopher who will be 21 on the 28th aug were inseprable, Christopher cannot stop crying he slept on the settee last night because he couldnt face going to bed with out him.
Seb wasnt feeling to good over the weekend he was having bouts of diarrhea and sickness, we took him to the vets first thing monday morning, they kept him in and put him straight on a drip and said they would do blood tests, we went to see him at 5.00pm and when he saw us he was wagging his tail and he looked alot better but not his usual self, I thought yes he will be coming home soon , how wrong was I, the next 24hrs were critical, they vet didnt know what was wrong, yesterday morning we got a phone call to say Seb perked up a little more during the night , then to say during the morning he went the other way, very lethargic having fits and not really with it and they said he had signs of distemper and that they advised us to do the right thing. THE RIGHT THING he is only a baby and he was fully up to date with all his injections etc how could we make that decision. We rushed down to the vets he was just laying there, the drip had been taken off we stroked him trying to encourage him to respond then he had another fit it was so heartbreaking we felt so helpless and numb. After lots of discusions we had to do the right thing, my husband couldnt stay my daughter Rebecca, my self and Christopher stayed. Christopher cuddled Seb while the vet did what he had to do. That was it the guilt that went through me and still is is killing because of what I had done . We stayed with Seb for a while to say our goodbyes and how sorry we were. Seb will be coming home soon as we are having him cremated. I cannot forgive myself because of the short life he had but then again the love he had off us and the love he gave us will will never go away, we are all heartbroken, hopefully the tears will stop and I will stop punishing my self.
God Bless SEB we all love and miss you and hope you are in a better place xxxxxxxxxx mummy x
you are being too hard on yourself. cherish the good times you had with him. remember your baby being happy, relaxing, stretching, playing, smiling at you in their own little way. this is what your dog will surely remember on the other side.
I just put our beloved Manx Cat Baxter to sleep yesterday, I am just destroyed over it, I was with him the whole time and watched the life go right out of his eyes it was the saddest thing ever and I was up all night feeling regret, having him for over 10 years he was my first child, I loved him more then anything and now hes gone..
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