Got to take my dog in to be put down today. She has been a great friend for 12 years. The only dog I've ever had the pleasure of owning. I am hurting... This sucks.

Damn it. I feel for you on this one.

I've been down this road many times before, and I still don't know the words.

Sorry. I have faced the loss of a good dog many times. I never gets easier.

Been there, it's a crappy deal but you're doing what's right for your companion.

I have 3 and I dread the days, but always remember the life you gave them.

None of us are getting out of this alive, but a life of fun and love is not a wasted life.

Ten Things Your Dog Would Tell You .... If he could talk...

1. My life is likely to last 10 to 15 years. Any separation from you will be painful: remember that before you get me.

2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.

3. Place your trust in me- it is crucial to my well being.

4. Do not be angry at me for long, and do not lock me up as punishment.

5. You have your work, your entertainment, and your friends. I only have you.

6. Talk to me sometimes. Even if I don't understands your words, I understand your voice when it is speaking to me.

7. Be aware that however you treat me, I will never forget.

8. Remember before you hit me that I have teeth that could easily hurt you, but I choose not to bite you because I love you.

9. Before you scold me for being uncooperative, obstinate, or lazy, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I might not be getting the right food, or I have been out too long, or my heart is getting to old and weak.

10. Take care of me when I get old; you too will grow old. Go with me on difficult journeys.

Never say: "I cannot bear to watch" or "Let it happen in my absence."

Everything is easier for me if you are there, even my death.

Remember that I love you.

My deepest condolences heavywalker. I've been through it several times myself and as others have stated it doesn't get easier.

Their lives are so short because they love you so hard.

R.I.P. Good Dog!!!!!!

That sucks big time.

Sorry you have to go through that.

That's a tough day...

Sorry to hear it.
About to have to go through it myself.
After 13 years my lab, George was diagnosed with cancer.
I've shot two birds in all that time he didn't find.

My deepest condolences Sir

Lost (put down) our Terrier, Trevor, a week ago today to cancer.

Always a tough thing. I can't say anything thats going to make it better, or I would.

I'm sorry man...

Really sad deal.
I love dogs, they truly represent the term "unconditional love".

Sorry you lost your bud HW, Losing dogs is never easy.

Well it's done just came in from putting her in the ground. Not ashamed to say I sobbed like a baby.

Tough thing to do. Thanks for all your words. They do help a little.

Sorry to hear this Man! Try and think of all the fun you've had with her,I'm not going to lie it's going be tough for a while. Take care of yourself. Post a picture of her when and if you feel like it.

This one is one of my favorites she looks goofy as hell but she lived to play ball. This was about 5 years ago playing with my daughter.

Nothing wrong with grieving Bro....anyone with a heart would do the same thing. Not a great way to start the week, but at least the Seahawks won....silver lining. Take care.

That's a great pic, she looks so happy, cute little tot too.

So sorry to hear about your buddy......that's one of the hardest things a guy can go through.

With my dog on my lap, I found this tear jerker on my facebook page today and thought of your recent loss.



I remember bringing you home. You were so small and cuddly with your tiny paws and soft fur.

You bounced around the room with eyes flashing and ears flopping. Once in awhile, you'd let out a little yelp just to let me know that this was your territory.

Making a mess of the house and chewing on everything in sight became a passion, and when I scolded you, you just put your head down and looked up at me with those innocent eyes, as if to say, "I'm sorry, but I'll do it again as soon as you're not watching."

As you got older, you protected me by looking out the window and barking at everyone who walked by. When I had a tough day at work, you would be waiting for me with your tail wagging, just to say, "Welcome home. I missed you." You never had a bad day and I could always count on you to be there for me.

When I sat down to read the paper and watch TV, you would hop on my lap, looking for attention. You never asked for anything more than to have me pat your head so you could go to sleep with your head over my leg.

As you got older, you moved around more slowly. Then, one day, old age finally took its toll and you couldn't stand on those wobbly legs anymore. I knelt down and patted you lying there, trying to make you young again. You just looked up at me as if to say that you were old and tired and that after all these years of not asking for anything, you had to ask me for one favor.

With tears in my eyes, I drove you one last time to the vet. One last time you were lying next to me. For some strange reason, you were able to stand up in the animal hospital; perhaps it was your sense of pride.

As the vet prepared us for your crossing over, you turned your head and looked at me as if to say,
"Thank you for taking care of me."

I thought, "No.... thank you for taking care of me."

-author unknown

hate it for you


and hate the memories it dredges up in me


anytime a man buries a really good friend his heart should be heavy


and often some of our best friends walk on all fours and leave hair on the couch


pretty small price for what they give in return.


don't truly know how folks live without dogs

Heavywalker:

Sorry you have to lose a member of your family. I feel your pain.

KC

Nothing to be ashamed about brother, when my lab passed away over a year ago it hit me like a 10 lb hammer. I still think of him to this day and all the good times we had together. Hang in there, it will get easier as time passes.

Heavywalker,

My heart hurts for you. I hope the pain is waining and the memories are brightening.

It's never easy, but he's in a better place waiting.

Within seconds of coming through the door, they become family.
The pain will subside, but the memories will live forever. At 12+, you gave them a good life.

We went through the same exercise this past spring, and while I mourn the dog, I really wish I could cure the sorrow my wife is enduring.