I had a horrible day on Wednesday. I came home to my 11 yo Shepard yellow lab X laying on the floor lethargic and nearly motionless. She would not get up to meet me at the door or go outside. I had to help her up and then she walked drunklike. As she went out to do her business I noticed she urinated blood. Then I saw the 2 piles of vomit. I knew it was bad. I had to explain to my 3yo daughter that we had to take Lilly to the Dr and she may not come home. That was tough enough but I also knew she had to be put down.
I then took her in and had it done and then brought her home and burried her. I do have to say that the VET was more curtious than regular doctors and nurses are with humans. I do reccommend Pilchuck Vet hospital in Snohomish
It was the 2nd hardest day in my life. I had thet puppy for her entire life and she never did do anything bad besides shed. She was not a garbage nussler or barker. She never even made an attempt to be mean..... ever.
So, I just had to vent a little with my fellow dog lovers.
Last edited by MARTYSTOWRIG; 06-01-2007 at 05:43 PM.
Sorry to hear that Bud...We had to put down our Lab about a year ago, with the same issues...The vet explained that the 'Drunk' like actions at that age could have resulted from a stroke or possible diabetes. In either case, the kidneys probably were shuttig down.
Glad we did not have to explain it to a young child.
p.s. On on ironic note, that was post 666 for you.
Sorry to hear about your dog. I had to explain to our kids once that one of our dogs had killed one of their cats. Tough no matter how you look at it. I took it harder than the kids on my end. Heres to better days and brighter futures.
Sorry Marty, My son, Kuma, a Black Lab is our oldest child. I guarantee when its time it will be my worst day as well. Trust me wife and I have talked abuot this several times. He has turned into the neighborhood dog, he knows who should be and should'nt be in the area. Sorry man.
I know exactly how you feel. I watched a kitten be born on May 10, 1975 and watched her die on May 30, 1999. We spent 21 years together and she was my constant companion, always glad to see me. She would ‘sit’ on command and ‘shake’ and give ‘high fives’. She was pretty cool! My kids were 11 and 9 at the time, so they knew a little more about life and death by then. It doesn’t matter whether it’s a cat, dog or pig, we love our pets and they become family members. It’s never easy to say goodbye.
"If tears were a stairway and memory a lane, I'd walk right up to Heaven and bring you home again!"
I've had to put down quite a few. The last one was Emily's two months ago. She found a cat abandoned in her barn 19 years ago and nursed it back to health. The cat was my best friend for a time and we lost her the same way as yours. I feel for you brother. I get a little colder with each passing.