Very nicetribute to an obviously well-loved dog.
I wish I could have gotten some footage of my old dog before my ex killed him by not feeding him his meds...
/bitterness
(I wish I could have gotten some footage of my old dog before my ex killed him by not feeding him his meds...
/bitterness
The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure.,
Mon 21 Mar 2005, 22:50,
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He was oldbut still had a few years left in him. He was hypothyroid, so we had to feed him two pills a day. I found that if I wrapped them in cheese slices and tossed them to him he'd gulp them down happily.
When I moved out my ex couldn't be bothered to do it. The dog died under the back deck. Guess who had to take his body to the vet to be cremated?
As they took him out of my car I fuzzed up his head one last time, then burst into tears. Fuck, I still cry when I think about it...
(When I moved out my ex couldn't be bothered to do it. The dog died under the back deck. Guess who had to take his body to the vet to be cremated?
As they took him out of my car I fuzzed up his head one last time, then burst into tears. Fuck, I still cry when I think about it...
The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure.,
Mon 21 Mar 2005, 23:03,
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Eeep! Couldn't be bothered!Went get my dog put down, as he could hardly walk and couldn't see a thing
He died peacefully in my arms
I was a wee bit confused as to why the vet wiped the patch of skin before he injected him... was he worried it would get infected? Also, when the vet let go of my dog paw it looked like he moved of his own accord, I almost shouted "he's still alive, I'm taking him back!"
(He died peacefully in my arms
I was a wee bit confused as to why the vet wiped the patch of skin before he injected him... was he worried it would get infected? Also, when the vet let go of my dog paw it looked like he moved of his own accord, I almost shouted "he's still alive, I'm taking him back!"
Sheep!,
Mon 21 Mar 2005, 23:08,
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I had to takemy girlfriend's old cat to the vet last fall to be put down. She couldn't bring herself to do it, and I couldn't blame her... I held Bony one last time, then they gave him the shot. He looked angry, as he often did, but then relaxed a bit. I can at least take solace in the fact that the last thing he felt was me stroking his fur, and the last thing he saw was me looking into his eyes.
*raising a beer* Here's to old pets. They'll be with us forever.
(*raising a beer* Here's to old pets. They'll be with us forever.
The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure.,
Mon 21 Mar 2005, 23:12,
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