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Our little Dover was put down on the 11th at the age of 18 and a half. Her kidneys were failing and her back legs were going so Mam had to take the initiative and bring her to the vet. She had been whining and couldn't get up and down off of her couch on the Tuesday so it had to be done.
Here is her as a little pup.
And here is her about 8-10 months ago.
Considering I'm only 21 and my sister has only just gone 18, it's strange she's not there. She's been to 2 towns and 3 different houses!
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My 2 Springers.
Mac is sitting and Baby is laying down. Both died at the ripe old ages of 17.
I got them both within a month of each other as pups and Mac had to be pts because of cancer. Baby lasted a few months longer but with arthritis and his back hips going it was no longer kind to keep him on meds and hoping for the best.
This little scamp Lex was spoilt rotten, and I could not go anywhere without bringing him with me in the car, and boy could he sulk, he would lay at the top of the stairs and refuse to budge for an hour.
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100% agree with this. To think he was 16 years old in those pics from Aug 2010. It might be a bit of cliche but to live to 17 has to part nature and part nurture. He was obviously a well cared for and loved family member.candy_pants wrote: »Hi TillyGirl,
I'm so sorry about your dog - he was gorgeous and very well maintained for a 17 year old! Our dog had little grey hairs around her face and had gotten old looking towards the end. I understand how you're feeling - we had ours for nearly 14 years from when I was 12 so nearly half my life and its such a tough thing. Made tougher when you sort of feel you shouldn't grieve for a dog by people around you. I was a mess at work for days but I remember her fondly now and can talk about happy memories without bursting out crying and you'll get there too. Hope you can get through the rest of the day/week ok...xx
Thank you both, he was pretty amazing and am gonna miss him so much. He would have turned 18 in July
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First time post on the Pets board, this evening after work, I will have to send Flash to "the farm in the country". He's an old border/rough collie mix, we got him at a rescue when he was about 9. He's going on 19 now I think. He's gotten severe arthritis in the past year, which his meds have helped with quite a bit, but it did effect his quality of life - walks were short, and moving was difficult. He put on weight because of this which made everything more difficult.
Then he developed what we thought was epilepsy, again meds helped and he had fewer seizures, but yesterday he had an attack for almost the entire morning and two epidurals of valium did nothing for him. We rushed him to the vet who had him in last night and he's gotten worse.
The vet belives the cause is something much more severe, possibly a brain tumour but he's not quite sure. Either way Flash has been sedated since last night and the possibility of making a recovery is slim, and a full recovery is non existent.
So now it comes down to it, euthanasia is the most humane option. It would be unfair to him to allow him to suffer any longer. I thought Flash would never leave, he's been around since I was young and he's always been there. My biggest regret is that my new job has put him on the back burner for the last few months, leaving my family to take care of him. I feel like I can't really say goodbye, a proper goodbye, and that's worse than him being gone.
I'm stuck in work, and I needed to write this out. Thanks for reading.0 -
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thehomeofDob wrote: »First time post on the Pets board, this evening after work, I will have to send Flash to "the farm in the country". He's an old border/rough collie mix, we got him at a rescue when he was about 9. He's going on 19 now I think. He's gotten severe arthritis in the past year, which his meds have helped with quite a bit, but it did effect his quality of life - walks were short, and moving was difficult. He put on weight because of this which made everything more difficult.
Then he developed what we thought was epilepsy, again meds helped and he had fewer seizures, but yesterday he had an attack for almost the entire morning and two epidurals of valium did nothing for him. We rushed him to the vet who had him in last night and he's gotten worse.
The vet belives the cause is something much more severe, possibly a brain tumour but he's not quite sure. Either way Flash has been sedated since last night and the possibility of making a recovery is slim, and a full recovery is non existent.
So now it comes down to it, euthanasia is the most humane option. It would be unfair to him to allow him to suffer any longer. I thought Flash would never leave, he's been around since I was young and he's always been there. My biggest regret is that my new job has put him on the back burner for the last few months, leaving my family to take care of him. I feel like I can't really say goodbye, a proper goodbye, and that's worse than him being gone.
I'm stuck in work, and I needed to write this out. Thanks for reading.
Big hugs to you. It is so hard to say goodbye...
I was with my 2 dogs when they were PTS and it was very peaceful, they just closed their eyes and went to sleep.
You feel relief because they are no longer in pain..
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Came in the door tonight to find out my cat Buddy had been put down. He had been mrowing more than usual recently and seemed a bit out of sorts so mum took him to the vets today for a checkup. We thought he might need his teeth cleaned or that he was constipated.
He had a tumour the size of an orange wrapped round his gut. I wish I could have been there when they put him to sleep. I love you B and miss you more than I can say, I just want to stop crying.
The vets said there was nothing they could do. They could have tried to operate, but the tumour was so big and B was 14 so might not have survived the anesthetic. Mum said before they put him to sleep he was wandering around the room sniffing and investigating everything. It's the shock of him having been so normal and acting the eejit as usual and then this.
He came to our house from a house round the road. He walked up the driveway and greeted my dad as he was going to work. Mum gave him a bowl of milk, then he came in and jumped on my brother's lap and didn't leave after that. The family he had lived with didn't give a sh1t, they used to leave him outside all the time and not bother looking after him when they went on holiday, they didn't care when we took him in. At least he had a good life with us. I'll never forget his meow, it was so loud and distinctive, he never shut up!
He loved cuddles and being carried up the stairs. He used to nose all around the house finding out where everybody was. He used to push open the door to the loo and try and get on our laps!!!!!!! He'd snake around my head when I was sleeping, or lie down beside me under the cover. And he used to drool when he was purring. I wish wish wish I could stop crying.
I love my green eyed boy
He got up on the presses in the kitchen one day and we had to climb up and get him down cuz he couldn't
I can't take it in that he's gone. It's only 2 months since our other cat Tinkle had to be put down cuz of old age. She was 16
She was a lunatic. My brother found her when he was cycling home from his girlfriend's about 15 years ago. She had been dumped in a skip on the side of the road. She had a collar on, but he took her anyway, tucked her inside his jacket and cycled with her from Knocklyon to Templeogue. We put up loads of posters of her, only one family called to check if she was theirs. I was secretly thrilled when she wasn't.
She was a bit of a bitch and used to turn on us a lot at the start, but mellowed out as she got older. Her and B used to kill each other in the garden, but playing of course. She had a crap meow compared to him, haha, it was really squeaky! She had a gigantic purr though and used to head butt really hard. Her kidneys and other organs started to fail and she wasn't eating at all, so we had to get her put to sleep. She was really quiet when she went, so it was a bit easier than when B was put down.
From having 7 cats a few years ago, B was the last we had left and now he's gone. The house is so empty now.0 -
Sorry to read about the loss of your cat(s)...He was a very very Handsome boy and you and your family are furtastic to have taken him in..At least, he enjoyed his life to the full and not being neglected..tread_softly wrote: »
I love my green eyed boy
Just try to remember all the good times you and him spent together, and all the laughs you had with him around..At least he crossed the rainbow bridge and joined Tinkle..I am sure he is looking at you from where he is..
If you feel the house too empty, give a chance to another cat whenever the time is right for you..Kittens season is coming soon, although, it is also good not to neglect to adopt older cats who also would love a lovely home as yours to spend the rest of their life happily...
Again, sorry for your loss and wish you all the best..
NB: it is good to have a good cry to relieve.. Be strong..0 -
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Our 13 year old cat Jack died in his sleep yesterday after a short illness. He was comfortable & warm at home when he passed.
A great cat with a big personality. He had a good life, was spoiled rotten & always well cared for. A proud little warrior till the end.
He will be missed by all.
Jack enjoying the sun in the garden...
RIP Jacko.0 -
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