I had to put down my dog today

Dang TS, I know you were crying when u typed this too... U got me going a little just reading. Rip doge
 
Billy Blanks said:
He has been with me for 12 years. A lab/sheppard/collie mix that I named, Mojo.

I've been noticing him slowin down over the past couple of months. Hard time getting up stairs. Appetite, not what it used to be. Weigh loss. Our walks slowly got shorter and shorter as the months passed.

He had a bad nose bleeding condition that couldn't be helped. This morning it got pretty bad. Woke up with blood all over the place. He had this look on his face that pretty much said "we going for a walk?" 12 years in, and he still had that puppy like demeanor. Only with me, though. I always loved seeing that side of him. As much as I loved seeing that face, I knew this was the end.

At the clinic, the vet walks in and right away, acknowledges the weight loss. 15 lbs since May. He still has size on him, around the waist area was thinner though. The blood starts flowing again. Hes sneezing, with every sneeze blood is coming out. The place is a mess. My eyes start to water, knowing what she is about to say. "He's suffering, I think it's best..." I cut her off and tell her to go ahead with it. Told her I wanted to be with him as he goes. Not a problem. We are moved to another room.
They sedate him first to calm him down a bit. They come in, I'm holding him on my lap. I tell him that I love him and thank him for being my friend for the past 12 years. The process is fast. It kicks in right away as they are injecting. His breaths start to speed up a bit and than slows down. Until there is no more breath. He slowly slumps against me. There is no life left in him. I start to cry. My buddy is gone.

Over the years I have lost a lot of friends and family. I'm and out of many relationships. Achieve certain goals just to go crashing back down. No matter how bad things got, his goofy face always made me laugh and always changed my mood. A walk later, I usually forget what was even bothering me.

It will be tough moving forward. As I'm typing this, I realize that I would usually be taking him on his walk right about now. I don't even know where I'm going with this. I just wanted to share.
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Tough decision bro. You made the right one though. I feel your pain.
 
So sorry to hear that man...
 
I've had to have a couple dogs put to sleep in the last 5 years or so. I feel you. My vet told me that releasing your dog from his misery is the final act of love and kindness that you can show him. Remember that. I took that to heart and it made me feel a little better.

RIP Mojo
 
bow wow old friend, bow wow.

sorry to hear this ts.
 
Sorry to hear that. I've been there and it really sucks. My last dog was put down due to nasal cancer. It was horrible.

I think about it everyday because I know the inevitable is coming for my dog. She is 11 and she is a 120 pound golden retriever. Everyone who ever met her said she is the biggest and most solid female golden they have ever seen. The problem with that size is that aging is hard on them. She is starting to walk sideways up stairs and limping after short swims. I hope for a couple more years with her, it's going to be hard to let her go.

Again, sorry to hear that and keep your head up.
 
George G. Vest
Eulogy of the Dog
23 September 1870
Warrensburg, Missouri

Gentlemen of the jury—
The best friend a man has in the world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter whom he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name, may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has he may lose. It flies from him perhaps when he needs it most. A man’s reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads. The one absolutely unselfish friend that a man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is the dog.

Gentlemen of the jury, a man’s dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground when the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he can be near his master’s side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer, he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounter with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince.

When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens. If fortune drives the master forth an outcast into the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him, to guard him against danger, to fight against his enemies. And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes his master in its embrace and his body is laid in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by his graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws and his eyes sad but open, in alert watchfulness, faithful and true, even unto death.
 
Whenever one of these threads come up, I challenge myself to read the entire OP without crying. I fail every fucking time.

Dogs are my emotional kryptonite.

And I'm going through something with my own dog, she has something wrong with her rear left knee, and I've been to three different vets and had three different opinions of what's wrong. The first two said recommended X-rays would be helpful, so I spent a total of $500 on that, only to find out each time there wasn't anything wrong with the bones. Then went to a specialist and they're guessing that she has a partially torn legiment, and an exploratory surgery would cost $2800 to figure out what's wrong and fix it. But after $800 total, I'm sick of vets pumping me for every cent I have for guesses what's wrong with my dog.

But, my dog has been on pain medication for three months now and she's been damn near normal when compared to how she is when not medicated, which she limps around on her other rear leg. So, I'm electing to just keep her on the pain meds.

I'm kinda kicking myself, but after this bullshit and other stories I hear about vets using emotional ultimatums to get people to pay for expensive surgeries... I don't trust that they have my dog's best interests in mind.

She's only 5 years and 3 months old, and I wish this could be unequivocally be fixed, but I have a gut feeling something else will pop up requiring another surgery next year... and one after that... and one after that.

But, I'm scared shitless that I'm not making the right choice. Dogs don't live forever, but I want mine to be in my life as long as possible.
 
I'm sorry for your lost. One day you'll be reunited in heaven with Mojo.
 
Sorry TS. It's just not fair they get taken so soon. RIP
 
Sorry to hear this. Hearing stories like this always bring me back to the day when I put my last dog down. It was one of the hardest days of my life. The months before it (the build up) were also extremely difficult. But for as difficult as it was, as the years passed, all I'm really left with are a lifetime of good memories. They far outweigh the bad memories of his final days.

I hope you're reminded daily of the good times you guys had. You'll carry that with you for the rest of your life!

Rip Mojo.
 
Sucks losing family. At least hes in doggy heaven with all the bacon he can eat.
 
This is why robot dogs are the future.

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Adorable.
 
The enigmatical mind is home to more than collections of memories and dreams. Your friend is bonded with you on this mysterious journey through time. We all have to make that passage beyond time, many never experiencing love or kindness. Your friend is safe with you, always.
 
Sorry to hear that fella,hang in there,you'll see him in the next life.

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Im really sorry for your loss TS. Ive had pets (mostly cats and dogs) since i was 8 years old, I'm 24 now, so ive lost my fair share, and it always hurts. Your post had me tearing alot. Dogs really can be a guy's best friend, people who have never had one will never understand what it's like to lose them
 
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