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Posted on 06/29/2012 1:17:17 PM PDT by afraidfortherepublic
Full Title: Finn is now at peace: TOBY HARNDEN recounts the final, heart-rending days of the beloved rescue dog who was put to sleep in his arms
Finn is now at peace: TOBY HARNDEN recounts the final, heart-rending days of the beloved rescue dog who was put to sleep in his arms
When the end was nigh for Finn, my faithful shaggy companion for more than 14 years, he knew it and I knew it. We had travelled a long way together, from Belfast to Washington to Israel to London and ultimately to the suburbs of northern Virginia but it was clear his journey was over.
The pain in his body was suddenly making him cry and yelp much more frequently. And then he just stopped eating and drinking. For several days, he didnt touch his food and had to be forced to drink. I took him for a walk but he moved with agonising lassitude.
His hind legs seemed to have seized up. They would fold underneath him, he would try to haul them up and then he would let his front legs down in resignation and just look up at me plaintively. On his final proper walk, he collapsed nose first in the dust and I had to carry him home.
As I wrote in my recent piece about Finns waning days, his decline had been slow and steady. For a year, I had been carrying him up and down the stairs. For more than six months, he had been incontinent and wearing a nappy inside the house something that distressed me at first but never seemed to bother him much.
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I have an old girl who’s at the end of her degenerative myeopathy journey.
A decision will have to be made soon.
I can’t read this.
Our old boy, K-ci, is close to the end as well. We have to carry him up the steps and his front leg gives out and he falls on his face. Our family also has to make a decision soon, before our son has to leave to go back to college. It’s so sad...
Love it. thanks B.
oh, poor thing :( Is she an old dog? My Jack Russell has been acting weird lately so I’m taking her in next week to get a geriatric screening. She’s 12 and a total sweetheart.
My wee Phudd passed eight years ago yesterday.
It is never easy and you never quit missing them.
My Keeley went to Texas A&M today; They did a lot of tests. They still think it is bone cancer; but in the first stages. I will know Monday. I am doing everything I can to save her.
We lost our 9 year old Chocolate Lab “Clancy” this past Tuesday at our mailbox at the highway. I hadn’t noticed he was in the woods near the right-of-way and when my wife went to get the mail I walked with her.
Clancy, unbeknownst to us, followed in trace; I heard the screeching brakes of a young lady’s van but it was too late.
I keep looking behind me while I read online to see if he’s on his pillow sleeping. Not there.
Just lost my good little girl a few weeks ago. I can’t read this.
My priest has got to be wrong. I can’t believe that God would make these creatures, filled with His love and joy, and then they die and—nothing.
Her back end is gone.
She’s really heavy too so it’s hard for her to get up, if she does at all.
Sadly, her mind is 100% and she seems to be happy just laying there eating, drinking and letting us carry her wherever she needs to go.
I’m sorry about your boy.
I know how it is.
She’s not even 10 yet but she’s SO damaged from abuse and genetic issues that she never had a chance.
[she’s a rescue]
We’ve just tried to give her the best life she could have.
Her beloved sister Phoebe died in February of immune system issues [same litter/same rescue] and Pookie’s not been the same, since.
They were inspeparable.
I’m so sorry for the loss of your precious pets. And in the case of freekitty, the potential loss of her pet. It is always hard.
For 20 years I’ve had Ibizans and the #1 cause of death for them is them running after some critter and getting hit by a car.
It’s been nerve-wracking and my fence looks like something from a Supermax prison.
That’s always been my worst nightmare.
I haven’t the words to say how badly I feel for you.
Phudd, the biggest little dog ever.
The bible has tons of passages speaking of the new Heaven and new Earth and animals will be there.
God would not take from us our innocent pets.
Just one of many available.
My prayers for her recovery.
I cried as I read it.
The old lab Stewart was definitely my husband’s dog and he made the decision when Stewart’s back legs began giving out as Finn’s did.
He wouldn’t go with us to the vet so it was me, and my daughter and son-in-law.
Stewart never seemed to be in pain. I think Finn was kept alive too long.
It took my husband a year to get over Stewart. Really I don’t think he ever has. He thought he made the decision too soon, that Stewart could have lived longer.
I wish he could read this to see that it was much kinder to put him out of pain, but he could never read a story like this.
Thank you for the ping, Joe. These things are hard to read, as we’re close here- but please keep me on your list.
They are such a gift & a Blessing.
I’m so sorry, afraidfortherepublic. I didn’t mean to “bypass” you. (It hit me as my reply was loading but too late to stop it)
We are praying we keep her for a while.
Open your Bible, turn to Romans 8:19 and ponder those passages.
Then turn to II Corinthians 15:44 and ponder those.
Hershee is adorable and lucky to have you,as you are lucky to have her.
I’m sorry, beginning at II Corinthians 15:36.
2 Corinthians only contains 13 chapters.
Thanks, yes we are all lucky to have each other.
You’re correct, that’s what I get for relying upon memory.
At first I thought you were correct. Then I looked for it and realized I too was wrong. So I checked it out and then realized the error.
However, those are good scriptures to suggest for those who wonder about their pets and the after life.
As for me, I have a firm understanding about the afterlife that I keep to myself when I stumble upon a discussion about a pets afterlife.
Somethings are best left alone. I would never want to compound the hurt one is already feeling from the loss of a loved one.
I firmly believe that there is a special place in heaven for our four legged friends and that we will meet them there someday.
The last sentence of your post tells us all that you do not believe in an afterlife in which we again meet with our pets.
If you are so sensitive to not hurting the feelings of those of us who hope for such an event, why in the world did you even say what you said?
Clancy didn’t suffer. The trauma was quick and clean, thankfully.
He’s buried next to “Cali” (Caliban) in the woods next to the house. Cali was our 13 year old Chocolate Lab, Chow, Greyhound mix we had put down for cancer.
Both of them were my virtual shadows and pains in the butt at times. But they were my pains in the butt!
Good point, I guess I had a foot in mouth moment.
Thanks for posting this.
I’m not a dog person but I just stumbled onto it elsewhere and was coming here to post it.
It’s so heartfelt, very moving.
We’ve been there, us animal lovers, it’s very difficult.
This was an excellent article, again, thanks for finding it and posting it here.
They do, however, get vestibular syndrome which *looks* like a stroke when it becomes acute and causes nystagmus, vertigo, limb weakness, instability and falling down.
It's very common in older dogs.
Has your vet ever -really- checked her ears?
Please check into it.
There may be treatments that can improve her quality of life.
I lost my beloved Minny to it because my vet wouldn't listen to me when I told him she hadn't ‘had a stroke’ and didn't have ‘epilepsy’.
By the time another vet listened, it was too late.
I grieved -hard- for 2 years and then “just deeply” for another 10.
Pookie could go on for quite a while.
She doesn’t want to leave.
I don’t know what to do.
I’ve only ever had to put one of my dogs to sleep and he definitely told me he wanted to go.
Phoebe wanted to go, also but she died on her on terms, just like she lived.
The night before we were going to take her to the vet to see if she was going to get well again or not, she passed in her sleep.
She looked so ‘normal’ that I thought she *was* asleep but before I even touched her body, I knew she was gone.
It was a terrible shock because she’d just been “off” for a couple days but she would sit and look me in the eye with the strangest expression of sorrow.
I think they know when it’s their time.
Her aunt Izzy died on election day in 08 [talk about double agony] and she too had ‘looked at me’ like that for several nights.
There wasn’t anything that wrong with her.
Oddly enough, her sister in Canada *almost* died the night before Izzy did and then actually did die a week later.
Thank God for that, at least.
My yard is starting to look like a Stephen King novel.
[somewhere, you know, is a special, needful puppy that Clancy has picked out just for you. go find it]...:)
Dogs & Cats are a part of us, and tied to us... God looks after our companions with whom we have built a bond. Some say that what we say is what we would like it to be, and Heaven is reserved for humans. They are the ones who put limits on God. I too have had a situation where clergy say that animals are soulless and go to oblivion after they die. I can only feel sorry for someone who believes that.
You wrote: “[somewhere, you know, is a special, needful puppy that Clancy has picked out just for you. go find it]...:)”
We’re already looking. I told Pat to go online to research German Shepard Breeders. We had a beautiful “Black and Tan” German Shepard a few years ago.
We rescued “Buddy” from near death when he showed up at our door steps one evening in May 2006 after having “wintered-out.” He was in BAD shape. Unfortunately, he either took off or someone stole him.
It’s been a bad few years for us.
You will know what to do or Pookie will tell you. As long as she’s not in pain and you are able to take care of her, why not wait until she lets you know.
I think the thing that hurt my husband the most is that he thinks he made a premature decision and cut Stewart’s life short too soon.
Yesterday, Bubba and I met the first dog we’ve ever met who was named Stewart. He looked nothing like our Stewart but he was a sweet fluffy blond dog belonging to a neighbor.
Thanks for the information. I will remember it for our next dog. Sadly, Hershee is not long for this world. All we can do for her now is make her last days, Months, or hopefuly year as pleasant as possible. She takes more medication rthan me and my wife combined, but they do help pain, blood preasure, incontenance, and thyroid troubles. She is not to the point that we feel the need to take her on that last ride, but we do expect it before Winter.
“It’s been a bad few years for us”
When you have quite a few dogs, all around the same age, it seems to come in waves.
With rescues, though, you don’t really get to pick and choose so you cope as best you can.
I’m not going to lie and and say it hasn’t taken a huge mental and physical toll on me but I will still bring another pup into my life as the old ones pass on.
It only seems right.
One leaves to make room for another who needs after their needs have been met.
Best of luck in your search.
Clancy would not want you to grieve endlessly.
Now he only knows the joy of perfect health and youth again and I think that we inadvertantly drag them down if we try to ‘keep them with us’ by sinking into despair.
[I have a very good reason for believing that but don’t feel like posting it publicly]
When I say she is obsessively attached to me, I make a huge understatement.
I worry that she will not let me know when it's getting too bad simply because her fear of not being with me is too great.
[she is without doubt the most severely ‘damaged’ dog I've ever met and having done Dobe rescue, that's saying something]
I understand exactly how your husband feels.
With Pookie, no matter how long I wait, I will always wonder if it was ‘too soon’.
Degenerative myelopathy doesn't “hurt” physically but it takes its toll by incapacitating them.
She's always been a very tidy dog and having accidents upsets her, even though we both tell her it's okay and she shouldn't be ‘ashamed’ or ‘sorry’.
If she were a ‘normal’ Ibizan, the inability to run, alone, would make her lose her will to live but she's never been a runner.
She's very agoraphobic and rarely strayed far from my side when in the yard.
*Sometimes* she'd forget and run with the pack but then suddenly remember herself and haul butt back to the safety of my side.
This poor dog has gotten the rawest of deals in life and no amount of love here ever fully erased the abuse she'd endured in the year and a half before she came here.
[sight hounds are very “primitive” and their minds aren't as resilient to rehabbing as ‘normal’ dogs]
Merlin, the most horribly abused Dobe I ever had only took a little over a month to bounce back to a completely happy and well adjusted dog and Dobes are terribe for never forgetting or forgiving but poor Pook has PTSD and I reckon it's much harder for her.
She has been much loved and cared for and I hope that somehow, it made her life better.
I always hoped she'd have some 'perfect time' before she passed but apparently that's not going to happen.
All I can tell your hubby us that Stewart understands what happened and loves him dearly, still.
At least it served as a heads-up to other dog owners, here.
It’s *very* common and very commonly misdiagnosed as something else.
I truly hope Hershee is with you both for a long time to come.
She knows you love her.
Thanks for your kind words, Salamander.