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  •  You absolutely did the right thing (10+ / 0-)

    I was too shellshocked and in denial last November that I was going to lose my 14-year old boy that I put him through surgery that, in my heart of hearts, I knew would be futile.

    Tumors returned 3 weeks later, and even on that Saturday, when I knew the end was nigh, I was too much of a coward to do the deed (he was still hanging in there, after all, he woke up his usual happy self, how could I kill him on a day he was still happy?). By that Sunday evening, though, it was apparent that I needed to take him for that final vet visit first thing Monday morning. He died in my bed, next to me, five hours before the vet opened.

    I haven't forgiven myself for what I put him though -- I don't know if I ever will. If nothing else, I just hope that I at least learned to approach the next pet's end with actual clarity in my thinking, and to have that courage to let them go when I know I should.

    •  Kitsap River, (2+ / 0-)
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      Kitsap River, NormAl1792

      You did the right thing for Huck. And you and Charles held him in your laps as he crossed over, going beyond the stars to the Rainbow Bridge. All 3 of you said goodbye w/love.

      I'm in tears remembering having to give the order to put my beloved Schatzi to sleep. I had no choice; she was 11 years old (old for a Dobe), and dying of bone cancer. She had stopped eating. Before she went to the vet for the last time, she looked at me as I was hugging her and spoke w/her beautiful brown eyes. I knew. I wept as I spoke on the phone and begged them to hold her for me.

      I have to stop writing now. Please know we are here for you. T and R.

      Inner and Outer Space: the Final Frontiers.

      by orlbucfan on Thu May 03, 2012 at 08:25:17 AM PDT

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      •  My Schatzie went Feb. 20,1999 (1+ / 0-)
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        Charles CurtisStanley

        She was a 12 year old half-Alaskan Malamute, half-German Shepherd, and she too had beautiful, intelligent, soulful brown eyes. As she was given to the Gods, I held her with her head resting on my lap, as my late husband Bob held her body on his, and I sang to her for the second and last time the song I had written for her walking on, "Where Good Dogs Dance". Schatzie was the first dog who ever identified herself as my dog.

        I could not sing that song without my voice breaking. To this day, I still cannot. The only two times I've had to help a cat cross the Rainbow Bridge have been very sudden and I have not had an opportunity to write a song for cats. I have been much more focused on loving them up.

        Organ donors save lives! A donor's kidney gave me my life back on 02/18/11; he lives on in me. Please talk with your family about your wish to donate.

        Why are war casualty counts "American troops" and "others" but never "human beings"?

        by Kitsap River on Thu May 03, 2012 at 06:29:03 PM PDT

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