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Post by Dramatwist on Feb 1, 2018 13:17:39 GMT -5
The decision to euthanize a beloved pet is, at best, heartbreaking. I've had to endure this more times than I care to remember, but I am unable to forget each instance.
Ol' Doc Schultz, in a rural town at the outskirts of the San Francisco Bay Area, is worth more than every dollar of his fees.
After the instantaneous and apparently painless procedure, he withdraws from the room for a few minutes, saying "take all the time you like."
Upon return, he holds in his hands the appropriate number of shot glasses and a bottle of "Wild Turkey." He pours and we toast to the memory of the departed.
The remains are ultimately interred in acreage in Napa County, dedicated for this purpose.
Ol' Doc Schultz does his best to the process bearable.
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Post by slowroll on Feb 1, 2018 13:24:19 GMT -5
Yes indeed, it is sad and hard to bear. The only problem with dogs is that they don't like long enough.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2018 13:34:54 GMT -5
My mom decided to let her last dog (of 15 years) go the natural way. It was 3am and she didn't want to rush the poor animal to an emergency hospital just to have her euthanized, and thought it would be better to just let her go there in her arms. I think it was harder on my mom than it was on the dog. Witnessing the dying process is not easy.
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Post by Darin on Feb 1, 2018 13:40:09 GMT -5
Our last round with this unfortunate act was also with an "in-home" service ... so much better all around.
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Post by dervis on Feb 1, 2018 14:10:48 GMT -5
They ask very little and give so much.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2018 18:54:23 GMT -5
Xuan and I had no choice but to allow the doctor to put our last doggie, Willy, to sleep in the middle of an operation. We have a great groomer who picked up Willy (we don't drive anymore) to take him to get surgery. The doctor called and advised against trying to save him. She was crying on the phone with me as Xuan and I made the decision. We had gotten him from her shelter. Usually they go through a lot of paperwork before they adopt out even the homeliest dogs. We chose one on the phone. They did all the paperwork. Then they delivered Bully the Lionhearted to us. Bully is our seventh, though I had a few prior to marriage. Love my Vet, Shelter, and groomer. I still cry for all my doggies.
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Post by crapgame on Feb 1, 2018 19:00:02 GMT -5
My Gertie died outside with the 4 other dogs, I went outside to bring her in. I picked her up and she looked at me and took her last breath in my arms.  She went her way... DAMN I miss her!!!! tears..... |
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Post by peterd-Buffalo Spirit on Feb 1, 2018 20:28:44 GMT -5
..endured it many times and it is not easy...
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Post by haebar on Feb 1, 2018 22:03:09 GMT -5
My most recently deceased dog was a boxer with quite a personality. I got him at the animal shelter when he was about two years old. His former owner had gone to jail for dealing drugs in a town about 10 miles away. Back then, Jacob kept getting out of the fence and trying to find his way back to his former owner. I had to respect his loyalty, but it was very stressful driving through neighborhoods and highways looking for him and praying that he hadn't been hit by a car. He gave up trying after I found out where he was getting under the fence. He turned out to be the best dog I've ever had. He lived to be 13 years old which is very old for a boxer. I'd noticed in his last year that he would fall down occasionally and was not able to get up on his own; it must have been very embarrassing to him. He would also walk into things and sometimes lose control of his bodily functions in the house. I knew it was getting near the end. One day he didn't come back to the house when he was called. I found him in the yard having a seizure; he had had a stroke. I rushed him to the vet just across the highway and they gave him something to stop the seizure. I made the difficult decision to have them end his life. I was doing okay until I felt him go limp in my arms then I shuddered and cried very loudly.  |
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Post by Dramatwist on Feb 1, 2018 22:43:38 GMT -5
My most recently deceased dog was a boxer with quite a personality. I got him at the animal shelter when he was about two years old. His former owner had gone to jail for dealing drugs in a town about 10 miles away. Back then, Jacob kept getting out of the fence and trying to find his way back to his former owner. I had to respect his loyalty, but it was very stressful driving through neighborhoods and highways looking for him and praying that he hadn't been hit by a car. He gave up trying after I found out where he was getting under the fence. He turned out to be the best dog I've ever had. He lived to be 13 years old which is very old for a boxer. I'd noticed in his last year that he would fall down occasionally and was not able to get up on his own; it must have been very embarrassing to him. He would also walk into things and sometimes lose control of his bodily functions in the house. I knew it was getting near the end. One day he didn't come back to the house when he was called. I found him in the yard having a seizure; he had had a stroke. I rushed him to the vet just across the highway and they gave him something to stop the seizure. I made the difficult decision to have them end his life. I was doing okay until I felt him go limp in my arms then I shuddered and cried very loudly. What a fine companion! |
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Post by antb on Feb 2, 2018 1:56:36 GMT -5
Been there, done that....too many times. Mostly cats in my case. Never gets easier |
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Post by briarpipenyc on Feb 2, 2018 19:15:30 GMT -5
I read through this sad thread. Our dog Gino is now nine years old and in good shape. Gino and I will become old men together, since I'm now 68 years. old. I dread having to make this sad, and heartbreaking choice, when the time comes, and it will surely come. Gino is half Chihuahua and half Shih-Tzu, so we are hoping he will live 15 + years, ideally, in good health.
It has been said that dogs possess all of Man's virtues, and none of Man's vices. Very true, and I wish I was the kind of man that my dog thinks I am.
Frank
NYC
PS: Go to You-Tube and watch old video clips of Jimmy Stewart reading through a poem called..... "A Dog Named Beau".....
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Post by Dramatwist on Feb 2, 2018 19:20:17 GMT -5
I read through this sad thread. Our dog Gino is now nine years old and in good shape. Gino and I will become old men together, since I'm now 68 years. old. I dread having to make this sad, and heartbreaking choice, when the time comes, and it will surely come. Gino is half Chihuahua and half Shih-Tzu, so we are hoping he will live 15 + years, ideally, in good health. It has been said that dogs possess all of Man's virtues, and none of Man's vices. Very true, and I wish I was the kind of man that my dog thinks I am. Frank NYC PS: Go to You-Tube and watch old video clips of Jimmy Stewart reading through a poem called..... "A Dog Named Beau"..... Well expressed, Frank, well expressed. |
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Post by Ronv69 on Feb 2, 2018 19:51:01 GMT -5
When we had to put our 19 year old Yorkie Bobby to sleep in January 2016,the veterinarian staff at the local PetsSmart were very nice. The vet fed him pieces of her Subway sandwich while they started the line in his little leg. They gave him a dose of something and left us with him for about 5 minutes, then came back to give him the final shot. It was all very sad, but I can't say enough about how supportive the staff was at this big corporate clinic.
They did know him from 10 years of regular visits. He was deaf, blind, and crippled with old age.
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Post by Darin on Feb 2, 2018 22:26:11 GMT -5
My oldest is coming up on 12 soon ... the last of the original trio. He's still young at heart and in pretty good shape except for his vision. He still likes to get lei'd.   |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2018 0:08:26 GMT -5
At one time we had five dogs. Too many, but we had to take them in or they would not have had much of a chance. The third to go was our Lab/Pit. He looked mostly Lab. He was thirteen and tried to get up one morning and groaned and fell. Then he rallied, came into the room where Frisco, KittyDog, and I were. Xuan came in for minute. He followed her out to the living room and laid down. I told her he was going. We both held onto him. When I was sure he passed I told Xuan to get him a pillow. She came back and I let her know. I wanted her to hold onto him, but I also didn't want to to say anything until I was sure. He just slept. One groan earlier. I pray often that I hope I can go with that much dignity. I have never seen such a noble beast. KittyDog Died in my arms a year later. Frisco the next year. He's a story for another day. Sort of a miracle doggie. It may be crazy, but songs I had for each doggie I still sing to them now and then.
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Post by Darin on Feb 3, 2018 11:01:32 GMT -5
You are not alone, my friend. |
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Post by trailboss on Feb 3, 2018 17:02:21 GMT -5
I have posted this before, too good not to post... www.historyplace.com/speeches/vest.htmGeorge Graham Vest (1830-1904) served as U.S. Senator from Missouri from 1879 to 1903 and became one of the leading orators and debaters of his time. This delightful speech is from an earlier period in his life when he practiced law in a small Missouri town. It was given in court while representing a man who sued another for the killing of his dog. During the trial, Vest ignored the testimony, and when his turn came to present a summation to the jury, he made the following speech and won the case. |
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Post by briarpipenyc on Feb 3, 2018 18:10:20 GMT -5
Many sad, beautiful tributes are being posted. Thank God!... that He has given us the gift of language...to record, to remember, our heartfelt feelings.
How ironic that Man's most loyal friends cannot speak, and leave us too soon, and consign us to grieve their loss.
Frank
NYC
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She went her way... DAMN I miss her!!!!
