Posted on 01/05/2022 10:09:28 AM PST by MountainWalker
We lost our dear dog, Sully, yesterday, and I'm absolutely heartbroken. He was our second recuse dog - the older one is strangely still alive and well. So, this was our first time going through the process. I expected it to be terrible, and it's worse than expected.
He was about 13 and getting pretty rickety, falling down a lot, had trouble going up and down stairs, had poor bladder and bowel control anymore and had some dementia - staring off into walls at times. But, he was still as sweet as he was the day that we decided to keep him after fostering him through the rescue organization that my wife has volunteered for.
He had cancer surgery right before Labor Day when he was starting to get a little wobbly and the surgeon estimated that we might have bought him another year or so. It was eye-wateringly expensive, but we did it anyway without a second thought.
His arthritis accelerated quickly, however. Toward the end of his life, his lower back would slouch down because his hind legs were too weak to hold him up, especially near the end of the day, and had trouble getting comfortable even laying down. We tried some pain killers, but that made him even more clumsy.
It makes no sense, but the sharpness of pain is as much as I remember feeling when we got my father's terminal illness diagnosis. Maybe time has only softened my memory of the pain compared to now, but it's definitely in the same ballpark. Watching a helpless creature whose life revolved around you and was by your side constantly pass away based upon your call is indescribably painful. He was sleeping wedged against me with his head on my pillow next to mine on Monday night and now he's gone.
Any prayers or suggestions for how to manage the pain are appreciated. Thanks, FRiends.
Tell that to God, on your last day.
You will find out what His priorities are.
I am not God, so I can say this: buddy you are one dumb sh.it.
He needed a new body. Looking forward to seeing the new bodies.
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Get to a vet asap and have it evaluated. The sooner the better.
Going tomorrow.
If you could define the point of Christianity in one single word, that word would be “mercy”.
I suggest you develop some.
It hurts so bad. I know from experience.
I never really had pets growing up, so when our 2 girls really really wanted to keep a stray cat, I caved. A few months later, the cat had run away, but we got two rescues in his place..brothers. Forrest and Bubba. Time passed, girls went off to college, and started their own life. Then, Forrest became sick. So sick. THAT is when I knew how much I loved him. For so long, he was just “the girls’ cat”…but when the vet explained it was time to do the compassionate thing I absolutely sobbed nonstop. The grief was literally heartbreaking. I held him until the end. His beautiful brother Bubba went to live with our daughter…now married and a stay at home mom with a baby. There he had someone to love him all day (since hubby and I were at work). Bubba’s time came after a brain tumor developed..and the tears came again.
Again, I am so sorry you had to say goodbye to Sully. I joined a club I never understood before once we had to say goodbye to Forrest and Bubba.
We lost our little Gracie girl this morning........may God Bless you and provide you with comfort and strength
I do but I promise plenty people like their pets better than their parents and for good reason
But that’s beside the point
Your feeble attempt to use your catholic faith along with a dig at non Catholics was not effective nor accurate
It’s not either or
One can honor dead loved ones and grieve the loss of their pets
At the same time
For some old folks without children or family around view their pets as close friends
You obviously do not
I told you empathy and courteous behavior here cost you nothing
Maybe I was wrong
Maybe it does
Prayers FRiend, to you, and all here who have opened their hearts to another of God’s creatures.
Sorry for your loss. The hardest thing about loving pets is their relatively short life spans compared to us.
I lost the best dog I ever had at age 11. 50+ years later, every once in a while, I still have sleep dreams about that dog.
I sure hope all good dogs go to heaven.
You will find out what His priorities are.
I am not God, so I can say this: buddy you are one dumb sh.it.
Girl, thank God you are not God. You have stated that you lost your parents, I have also, and to quote Nixon "My mother was a saint" and she was. I miss her wisdom.
I suggest you should follow the wisdom of "If you have nothing good to say, then say nothing at all".
Prayers up. Please let us know.
I will.
I am begging God that there’s nothing bad to tell.
Get off this thread.
+1
Check your bitterness before it consumes you.
So very sorry.
:(
this is the first time I’ve gotten stuck in a
pathetic thread. I should never have said my first comment.
I am so sorry. You have Sully a good life.
It’s never easy to say goodbye to our furry family members. I offer my sincere condolences.
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