Fuck sorry to hear that dude. Dogs bring so much joy and the last days are always enough to make you think you can't do it again. Just remember the fun you two had remember that you gave him the best life he could have had, his natural life span is not something you can determine. Good luck with everything.
damn its hard to put your dog down.
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Yeah my moms boy friend is gonna scan some old puppy picks and I'll post some more pics from later.
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I have pretty much always had two dogs at a time, so with 10-14 year life expectancies, you go through this a lot by the time you reach the age of 48.
My only advice is - be with your dog when they are put down. I was too chicken (and sad) to do it until two dogs ago (a golden retriever that lived for 12 years and a chocolate lab that lived for 10 years but had bad cancer and had lost his front leg). The process is painless and peaceful, and it makes me feel better knowing that each of those dogs had my face right in front of their eyes as they passed peacefully. It was a small repayment of the comfort and friendship they gave me over their lives.
No way to avoid it, you will cry like a baby. But I felt better quicker knowing I was there with him. Good luck!Comment
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Sorry to hear man. We had to put our dog of 15 years down in April so I know what you're going through.
He looks like a good dog.
^This. My biggest regret is that I couldn't be there for my dog during his last moments(he lived with my folks and they were with him a least). I found out that it was his time as I was walking down the ramp to board a plane for a business trip, and it was unfair to him to keep him waiting for me to return considering his condition. It bothers me still that I couldn't be by his side...I know damn well he would have been by mine.My only advice is - be with your dog when they are put down. I was too chicken (and sad) to do it until two dogs ago (a golden retriever that lived for 12 years and a chocolate lab that lived for 10 years but had bad cancer and had lost his front leg). The process is painless and peaceful, and it makes me feel better knowing that each of those dogs had my face right in front of their eyes as they passed peacefully. It was a small repayment of the comfort and friendship they gave me over their lives.Last edited by shiftbmw; 11-30-2010, 08:54 PM.sigpic
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my thoughts are with you.
he looked and seemed like a beautiful dog from what you tell us :)
i want to see more pictures, if you dont mind.
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I was 10 or 11 when my German Shepherd was shot right in front of me in the hind leg with a load of birdshot by some asshole hunter in the woods one rainy December day. She was exploring about 15 yards in front of me as me and my brothers were trudging through the woods. I can still hear the gunshot, the whistle of the birdshot, and her blood-curdling shriek to this day, and it still makes me see red, 15 years later. She even hobbled all the way home trailing ribbons of flesh, and I can see her looking up at me with sad eyes with barely a whimper as she sat on the font porch in a pool of her own blood. She never really recovered after lots of surgery, and we had to put her down a couple years later, due to other horse-related injuries and age. She chased our horses relentlessly to the point of being trampled on several occasions.
Sorry for the macabre description, it was pretty traumatic for me at the time.
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You know, I would consider yourself lucky. She took the gunshot instead of you. My friend and I were out mushroom hunting recently, while it's hunting season, and we made sure to wear bright orange vests.I was 10 or 11 when my German Shepherd was shot right in front of me in the hind leg with a load of birdshot by some asshole hunter in the woods one rainy December day. She was exploring about 15 yards in front of me as me and my brothers were trudging through the woods. I can still hear the gunshot, the whistle of the birdshot, and her blood-curdling shriek to this day, and it still makes me see red, 15 years later. She even hobbled all the way home trailing ribbons of flesh, and I can see her looking up at me with sad eyes with barely a whimper as she sat on the font porch in a pool of her own blood. She never really recovered after lots of surgery, and we had to put her down a couple years later, due to other horse-related injuries and age. She chased our horses relentlessly to the point of being trampled on several occasions.
Sorry for the macabre description, it was pretty traumatic for me at the time.
OP, you have my sympathies.
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It's true, that we were very lucky that me or my brothers weren't hurt. However, what pisses me off the most is that the hunter KNEW we were there, and knew it was our dog, we were yelling and making alot of noise and Elsa (our dog) was shot as she was sniffing around in the middle of a dirt road that was going through the woods in front of us, clearly out in the open. I think the hunter shot Elsa JUST because he was annoyed that Elsa may have been scaring away all the deer. Good choice, Mr. hunter. Let's shoot some 10 year old kid's dog right in front of him, and in front of his 8 year old and a 6 year old brothers.
the hunter is probably an old geezer by now, but if I ever find out who he is i would still be very tempted to f*** his day up. That dog was the best dog we ever had, I am sure some of you understand that... ;)
Elsa never followed us into the woods again after that all the way until we put her down, and we never went into the woods again during hunting season.
Here is where it happened: the "A" marks my parent's place. Circled in red is the approx location.
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