Skip to comments.Ten Commandments for a Responsible Pet Owner
Posted on 01/24/2010 12:29:06 PM PST by Slings and Arrows
1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Any separation from you is likely to be painful.
2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.
3. Place your trust in me. It is crucial for my well-being.
4. Dont be angry with me for long and dont lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your friends, your entertainments. But I have only you.
5. Talk to me. Even if I dont understand your words, I do understand your voice when speaking to me.
6. Be aware that however you treat me, I will never forget it.
7. Before you hit me, before you strike me, remember that I have teeth that could easily crush the bones in your hand, and yet I choose not to bite you.
8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps Im not getting the right food, I have been in the sun too long or my heart might be getting old or weak.
9. Please take care of me when I grow old. You too will grow old.
10. On the difficult journey, on the ultimate difficult journey, go with me please. Never say you cant bear to watch. Dont make me face this alone. Everything is easier for me if you are there. Because I love you so.
Take a moment today to thank God for your pets. Enjoy and take good care of them.
Life would be a much duller, less joyful thing without Gods critters. Please pass this on to other pet owners.
(Excerpt) Read more at websleuths.com ...
I don’t know who said it but it is true, If you want a friend in life get a dog.
I wonder if the little marking spritz is chemically different from the early morning bladder evacuation? Be neat if they were communicating something more then “I was here”. Sure seems like it. Sometimes my guy will study one for 3 solid minutes. Others he just ignores.
My precious Pekingese, Muffin, had to be put down when she was 12. The Vet told me what time he would do it, so I specifically took off of work and went to the Vet hospital to be by her side. My sister was in school and my mother had the stomach flu, so it would be just the two of us; but it was enough for me that she was not alone.
When I got there, I was informed that it had already happened earlier in the day and they had already disposed of her body. No goodbyes, no loving embraces, no last kisses.
It's getting difficult to swallow, twenty years later, just thinking about it.
I never used that vet again.
“I cant explain it to you but it is endlessly fascinating to me.”
I didn't stay, because I knew for a certainty that Dad had returned for her.
I agree. And even moreso, I never trust anyone my dog doesn’t like.
I would not ever talk someone into staying if they didn’t want to. People have different levels of what they can do. It would make me feel worse tho, not to have been there.
I know, I was angry at myself for a while for that; however, I got the distinct impression the vet’s staff would have preferred me not staying. I may be wrong, but that was the feeling I got (I must admit I wasn’t thinking very clearly that morning).
We talk to the dogs constantly. But they know intonation. If I am telling them no, they recognize the tone I am speaking in and react... and all but a new adoption by my daughter are basset hounds... hounds are notorious for selective hearing.
But I suspect a plot's afoot...!
Aww crap.. I have this dog, a young American Bulldog, she drives me crazy, but these commandments are absolutely right.. that dog could kill me at the drop of a hat, and yet she loves me.. I will think of this post every time I get mad at her..
Thanks Slings & Arrows. Pets are really like that; totally amazing friends every day, not just on the days they feel like it. I am so grateful for my animal friends.
I’m so sorry. God will give you the strength and be with you through it; I know you will be there for your friend. I’ve been through it with my first dog and I had to be happy that my friend wasn’t suffering any more, even though I missed her so much.
I think it is a way of communicating.
My female lab used to save up and spritz in about 15 different locations on her daily walks. She would also lick weeds or drag them through her mouth to leave saliva.
I’m so sorry about what you are facing, but you are doing the right thing. FWIW at one time we struggled with this decision re: a pet that was obviously in his last days. The vet said, “He wants to go, but he’s hanging on — not because he wants to, but because you want him to.”
Prayers up for you in this really hard time.
bumping the baaawwwww
Cat too, provided you let the cat pick you.
Cats are the best....I bond the some of them so quick....I see right inside their souls.....and I know they see mine.
Oh Gosh. Number 10 makes me cry. I had to put my cat down several months ago and I couldn’t stay in the room with her because I couldn’t bare to watch. Now I feel aweful!
Thanks for posting this beautiful piece of work. I’m going to print and frame it.
My wife and I recently lost our beloved German Shepard, “Buddy.”
He was a stray who showed up on the door steps of our farm house one Friday night in May 2006. He was either left at the bridge near our home or came upstream from somewhere, either lost or abandoned; we don’t know.
It appeared that he had “wintered-out” because he weighed 20 lbs, had noncontagious mange on his underbelly, paws, legs and head. His vertibrae and pelvis were protruding from under his skin and he had nearly 100 ticks on his body. “Buddy” was UNRECOGNIZABLE as a German Shepard and was near death the night I opened my front door and found him sitting there looking up at me.
We kept him for the weekend to decide whether to turn him over to the County Animal Control for destruction or to try to save him. We decided to give him a chance for life.
The veteranarian determined that “Buddy” was about a nine-month old Standard Black and Tan German Shepard. His growth, we would later determine, was stunted by his time as a stray. “Buddy” did recover and grew to become an absolutely beautiful Shepard and extremely loving companion for my wife and me.
“Buddy” disappeared from our home near the Tar River at NC Highway 96 on November 28, 2009 sometime around 3:30 in the afternoon as we recall last seeing him. We only pray that someone may have picked him up and has given him a good home.
Our hearts are broken.
The vet doesn't care if you cry. When we had to put my Finny down, the vet, my husband, our two children and I held it together for Finny, stroking him and talking to him gently, til he peacefully breathed his last -- then we all bawled our eyes out. The vet too.
Prayers for you and for Toby. And especially for you on the loss of your mother.
Our 17 yr old poodle disappeared one night. We never saw him again. People tell me he went off to die, but he was in good health. The last time I saw him, he was messing around in the flower bed. The very worst is not knowing what happened to him. We live in a neighborhood where everyone knows everyone and no one saw him. He just disappeared. That was 5 yrs ago and not a day goes by that I don’t think about him. I just hope someone kind picked him up and gave him a good home. He had been with us since he was a puppy. He was blind and deaf. I only wish I had gone out and got him instead of waiting for him to come back to the door. I think he may have lost his way in the dark because he was blind. But he should have died with us.
Amen to all of them.
Now, don’t make me cry darn it!
My prayers are with you.
Help needed here.
I am so sorry to hear about this, kalee. I will be praying for you as you go through whatever will be, it is never easy to say goodbye, but it is part of life, unfortunately. We love them the best we can and cherish their memories forever. May the Lord help you through this and comfort you.
Please don’t feel bad. When we had to put down our 15 yr. old Emily who had cancer, I stayed until right until the vet gave the shot. My husband stayed with her through the end and said she went very quickly and peacefully. I stayed outside the room bawling my eyes out.
We do what we think we can, but I am sure your baby knew you were “there”. My husband and I cried together afterwards some more. But it was a relief that she wasn’t suffering anymore. Don’t kick yourself, sweetie, forgive yourself.
speaking of squirrels, this story has been around since at least 1995:
Any time I’ve had to put a pet down, I pay first, then have the vet do it while I comfort my animal. I’ve always felt so bad for the pet owners trying to settle up while blubbering at the counter, can’t stand the thought of doing it then. I just wanna get home to cuddle the ones waiting.
I assume pets recognise death as well, & give them a chance to say goodbye before burial or cremation when I can. It must be awful waiting & expecting your buddy to come home when they won’t be.
You’re right.. “the very worst is not knowing.” That’s what bothers me and my wife the most. Thanks, JM
God has not forgotten Toby, nor will he ever forget. I hope this truth may bring you some comfort.
>When I got there, I was informed that it had already happened earlier in the day and they had already disposed of her body. No goodbyes, no loving embraces, no last kisses.<
As a former vet tech, lifelong pet owner, this breaks my heart. What an insensitive, heartless act, both to you and to your little dog. I only wish you had told the vet in person why you would never give him another penny.
I am so sorry for your losses, but I applaud your decision to be there with him. My family has always felt this was of paramount importance. No matter how sick they are, they DO know you are there and I am convinced the presence of a loved one brings them comfort. Bless you and I will keep you in my prayers!
Pedro (Siamese) loved the heat of the sun and after he was too sick to go out followed the sunlight around the house and layed on the floor wherever it came in. When the time came, my mobile vet came to the house and I held him in my arms in the sunlight when the anesthesia was administered until he fell off to sleep. The the chemicals that took his life were injected and I held him in a towel until it was over.
Best thing I ever did for him.
Sorry to hear about your poodle. You never know though. One day a small black dog appeared at my back door and would not leave. She was in excellent health, groomed and spayed. I tried everything to find the owners and I never could. She has an excellent home whoever lost or had to get rid of her.
I lost my dearest Mocha Girl Dog on December 10th. This article gives me a great venue to pay tribute to her:
“1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Any separation from you is likely to be painful.”
She left very suddenly at 9 yrs 8 months. She went from a very happy dog to a dead dog so fast that the smile remained. She did hate to be seperated from me, but she knew I would always return. She never, in her whole life, tore anything up in the house while I was away.
“2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.”
I trained her with patience, but she never needed much time to learn anything. She was always so willing to please.
“4. Dont be angry with me for long and dont lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your friends, your entertainments. But I have only you.”
I don’t recall ever being angry with Mocha, she never gave any reason. I did crate train her when she was young, but at about a year she had the run of the house all day.
“5. Talk to me. Even if I dont understand your words, I do understand your voice when speaking to me.”
She was my ultimate friend to listen to my frustrations, dreams, fears and yes even some crazy singing. I always enjoyed that “cocked” lab look.
“7. Before you hit me, before you strike me, remember that I have teeth that could easily crush the bones in your hand, and yet I choose not to bite you.”
I never laid a hand on Mocha and she learned very young not to put her teeth on human skin. It was a very respectful understanding.
“8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps Im not getting the right food, I have been in the sun too long or my heart might be getting old or weak.”
The only time I had to scold/yell at Mocha was after she got in the garbage. I didn’t yell until we started our training and I took a very angry, scolding tone. Yes, it frightened her, but it only took 2 times in about 3 minutes until she knew I was only warning her to stay out of the garbage. She never got into it again and even “reported” on other dogs that I would dog sit when they were getting in the garbage.
“9. Please take care of me when I grow old. You too will grow old.”
Sadly, she never grew old. She was young and spry and enthusiastic until her last second of life. She died in front of me with no warning and no option to save her. She even died on another day of mourning for me (12/10). It was almost as if she was smart enough to ensure that I didn’t have to add a day of sadness to my life.
I look forward to seeing Mocha Girl Dog at the “Rainbow Bridge.” She was my best buddy and she filled my house, to make it a home. Now it is back to being a house.
Thank you fellow FReepers for letting me vent a little.
You are in my prayers on this heartbreaking day. So is Toby. Mourn his death for now and soon you will be able to celebrate his life.
While I always stay with mine, it is not always pleasant. Some people may be better off not being there, especially if they are really upset, because I suspect the pet senses that. The most comforting thing, to me, is that they don’t know they will die, and so they don’t have the same concern we do. They only know what’s happening right then, and they know if they are in pain. As someone who worked for a vet, I assure you, the people who do that work do their best to comfort the animal.
There is no point in beating yourself up over it. If our pets go to Heaven, they are not angry with us about things like that.
My condolences on the loss of your companion. It sounds like she had a good and loving life.
Thank you. It will be a long time before I can get a new one.
My heart goes out to you. Last July I had to put my beloved bulldog Sanford down. He died with his face resting in my hands. As hard as it was to do that, it would have been worse if I had left him there alone with strangers. At least I know that at his very last moment, he knew I was there loving him.
She had been really sick and the vet called me that morning and told me I needed to come down on my lunch break to tell her goodbye. My sweet boyfriend went with me. They put her in a room with us so that we could have some time, but she was yowling in pain so we got the vet to come in so we could go ahead and put her down. I was there right before the vet gave her the shot. I just couldn’t watch her die. My sweet boyfriend stayed in the room with her.
A marketing specialist gave me a great piece of advise at my first job: for everyone one person who speaks up, 5 more simply walk away without saying a word. I've learned to embrace those who criticize, and my endeavors have flourished because of it.