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I haven't had a pet die in a long time...because we haven't had pets except for the furries we have now.
Our last ones were two guinea pigs named Oreo and Cookie.
Oreo was really sick, and I wound up having to go into the hosp to have my first child. We were hand-feeding him babyfood from a syringe (vet suggested it). I was in full blown labor and sent my husband home to feed the piggie. We were about 40 minutes from the hospital and he refused to go. I called the nurse, told her I had to leave and to unhook me...she asked what the problem was, I told her he wouldn't leave...she told him he had better do what he's told..you never fight with a woman in labor. LOL
So he left, fed the piggie and then came back...plenty of time.
I was in there for 5 days and the day before we left he had to tell me that my piggie died. I'm sure i was all the hormones and such, but I bawled...like full on blubbering.
Oh okay. I was about to write a strongly worded letter to Duracell regarding the shape of their new flashlights. Going a little too far with the ergonomics of these things.
Oh okay. I was about to write a strongly worded letter to Duracell regarding the shape of their new flashlights. Going a little too far with the ergonomics of these things.
Really? I'm going to google that!
Maybe it was really a fleshlight???
Oh okay. I was about to write a strongly worded letter to Duracell regarding the shape of their new flashlights. Going a little too far with the ergonomics of these things.
You've studied it far more than me.
I have one of those huge D cell mag-lights. It can double as a baton.
With the dog I grew up with, Scout, she was awesome. A Black Lab/Bouvier mix.
She was very old when we put her down. She had had a stroke in the middle of the night, and she couldn't hold herself up to go to pee or anything. So, the night before we put her down, I laid with her in the back hall where she slept and talked to her. Not big in to religion, but I put an old rosary around her neck, and said a prayer or three with her.
I had to work that morning, and I certainly couldn't bear bringing her to the vet. I also had to bring my car to the shop, so I told my mom to have her gone before I got home. I had already said my good byes.
So that afternoon, I bring my car to the shop, which....oddly enough was across the street and just slightly down the road from the vet. It was an incredibly gorgeous day, hardly a cloud in the sky. At about 3:30, clouds rolled in and it started to poor, and I'm talking some heavy ****. Then, about 3 minutes later, the clouds rolled out and it was beautiful again.
I get home, dreading the fact that my girl wasn't going to be greeting me at the door. I go inside, look on my bed and there sits her collar. I simply broke the **** down. Balled like a baby.
Under her collar was her "death certificate". She was put down at 3:31.
Very weird, Mags.
I did the same thing with our kitty. He had a little cubbyhole under one of the desks in our office where he had started to sleep in. I don't think he wanted to attempt the little steps we had for him up to the bed anymore. Anyway, the night before we took him to the vet, I could see something wasn't right, so I slept in there on the floor that night. I woke up in the middle of the night with him curled up against me. I'm so glad I did that.
And, with our dog, the vet had told us he was getting better and that we could pick him up the next day. So, the next day, I come home from school, all happy and excited to see our dog, to see my mom laying on the couch, curtains all drawn (against the summer heat). That was unlike her. I asked where our dog was. She didn't answer right away, just looking at me. Then she told me that he didn't make it. I just went straight to my room, shut the door, and laid on the bed and cried. It was just such an unexpected shock. My mom came in and tried to comfort me, all the while she was crying herself.
Another weird thing about putting them down, you have to settle up the financials ahead of time, which is definitely preferable. But it was so weird, they hand you this bill, and you hand over your credit card, "Here you go, I'm paying you to off my pet." I know they're doing a good thing, but it just feels bizarre.
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