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Printableevenstar3 said: shanti0608 said: 
Me too..I have two dogs that my ex kept at the house since he has a huge yard and they are happier there. I have not seen them for over 6 months...I miss them more than anything in this entire world. The only thing that comforts me is that he loves the one more than anything and I know he is well cared for and the other one is happy just to be fed and have the other dog to play with. It comes down to what is best for them. part of me would love to go say goodbye to them before I leave then the other part of me says bad idea..for all of us. I have lots of pics and wonderful memories.  yeah, at least they're happy and being taken care of. it's kinda like that with the dogs my family has; one is spoiled and has all the attention given to her, and the other one gets somewhat ignored unless i'm home. but i can't separate them, and where i live now is way too small.  well then we have to do what is best for them and you are doing it. God I miss Tanner...I was going through some stuff last night and found the silly pet antlers that we put on him when he was a pup to take pics around Christmas. I just sat on the floor and  | |
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JustErin said: shanti0608 said: Oh yes..now I see both of them. We used to raise labs when I was a kid, I love them. I had Willie at the vet last week to get some things sorted for his trip. A guy brought in a really old sick black lab. He pulled her in and sat her down right next to me...the look in her eyes just killed me. She was so sad and done fighting. I started to bawl...I felt so bad for him and for her because she was suffering. He took her into the room and about 20 mins later came out and left without her. 
[Edited 9/8/07 15:48pm] That was me 6 months ago.  It was a nightmare when my first dog passed away a couple of years ago. He was already very old for a dachshund (16 years) so I was aware that he might soon pass away. But not the way it happened. I was walking him one afternoon in my neighborhood, when all of a sudden from round the corner a huge pitbull jumped out (without a muzzle) and snapped my poor old dog by his neck. At first I froze in place and then started kicking that damn beast wherever I could (which was not very smart, but I was not thinking very clearly at that moment). The pitbull finally let go and my dog somehow survived. However, when I brought him home I noticed that his neck was in a bad shape. Suddenly his whole body started filling with air (pneumoserothorax). I could see fear in his eyes as he begun to choke. Without much of a thought I grabbed him and took him to the nearest clinic, where they pumped out the air from under his skin and tested his whole body. It turned out that he had several holes in his aorta. He had to be operated. Even though the operation when well, every next day new holes would appear (enlarged by the air pressure) and he would have to be operated once again. That happened 4 times before his old heart couldn't take it anymore. He died on my arms. I have never cried this hard. He was with me since I was 5. Now I had to bury him in our backyard. Crying my heart out, I dug up a huge whole and where his fragile, fatigued, sewed up body was to put to rest in peace. It still makes my eyes teary when I think about the way he passed. Shit, here it comes again I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at the dirt. | |
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rushing07 said: JustErin said: That was me 6 months ago. It was a nightmare when my first dog passed away a couple of years ago. He was already very old for a dachshund (16 years) so I was aware that he might soon pass away. But not the way it happened. I was walking him one afternoon in my neighborhood, when all of a sudden from round the corner a huge pitbull jumped out (without a muzzle) and snapped my poor old dog by his neck. At first I froze in place and then started kicking that damn beast wherever I could (which was not very smart, but I was not thinking very clearly at that moment). The pitbull finally let go and my dog somehow survived. However, when I brought him home I noticed that his neck was in a bad shape. Suddenly his whole body started filling with air (pneumoserothorax). I could see fear in his eyes as he begun to choke. Without much of a thought I grabbed him and took him to the nearest clinic, where they pumped out the air from under his skin and tested his whole body. It turned out that he had several holes in his aorta. He had to be operated. Even though the operation when well, every next day new holes would appear (enlarged by the air pressure) and he would have to be operated once again. That happened 4 times before his old heart couldn't take it anymore. He died on my arms. I have never cried this hard. He was with me since I was 5. Now I had to bury him in our backyard. Crying my heart out, I dug up a huge whole and where his fragile, fatigued, sewed up body was to put to rest in peace. It still makes my eyes teary when I think about the way he passed. Shit, here it comes again OMG..I am so very sorry you and your pooch had to go through that. | |
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Dedicated to the orgers who have lost fine, furry friends...
BRANDY, by the O'Jays Sittin’ by the open fire place In my favorite dungarees. Played a few bars of a melody And it sounded sweet to me. I thought I’d get and take a look around But my feet got in the way. Stumbled to the floor, She was right in the door. I could see her face. But how could it be? She ran away from me. My best friend’s gone, I’m so all alone. I kinda miss you, Brandy. I’m so all alone, When are you comin’ back home? I really miss you, Brandy. Missin’ you every day, Are you comin’ home to stay? Cause I love you, Brandy. Oh yeah, yeah, yeah. Sippin’ on a cherry soda pop Building houses made of sand. Like a little child with a fantasy Just a fraction of a man. But I was in love when they put her down On my doorstep in the rain. I could feel the love comin’ to my heart Through my window pain. But how could I know She would just up and go? My best friend gone, I’m so all alone. I really miss you, Brandy. I’m so all alone, When are you comin’ back home? I really miss you, Brandy. Missin’ you every day, Are you comin’ home to stay? Ὅσον ζῇς φαίνου
μηδὲν ὅλως σὺ λυποῦ πρὸς ὀλίγον ἐστὶ τὸ ζῆν τὸ τέλος ὁ χρόνος ἀπαιτεῖ.” | |
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My Ralphie
Winston & Churchill (10weeks old) 
 'Carrrrrrrrrrrne asada'
I can be your puppy if you will be my kitten | |
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benyamin said:  Looks like you've found a talent, Tim. |
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Here's our little cutie 
 Rhythm floods my heart♥The melody it feeds my soul | |
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Awww, Vero, that is an insanely cute puppy! |
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Puppies get old and then we have to decide what is best for them..not us.
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shanti0608 said: Puppies get old and then we have to decide what is best for them..not us.
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mdiver said: shanti0608 said: Puppies get old and then we have to decide what is best for them..not us.
Thanks ... I think we are going to need it... | |
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shanti0608 said: mdiver said: Thanks ... I think we are going to need it...  | |
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