Dog Grief Discussions

i just put my pet to sleep last night 7.32 pm . she was part of my soul.heart and love. she was 14 years, i had got her 2 years ago . she need a home , and i need to love . dr told me i need a pet . how can you stop the hurt .

5 months ago by midge

I am so relieved to see all these comments & to know what I am not alone. I have to put my dog of 18 years down tomorrow. She is a daisy dog, grey & white, her name is Lacey Jay. She was my mom's dog, well me, my mom & my brother's dog. However, My mom passed away when I was 9 and my brother got taken away from me by his father. So since the age of nine, it was me, Lacey Jay and my grandma's daisy dog, Riley. The 1st monday in October of last year, I lost Riley. It was so sad it was mind-numbing. & Before I lost Riley, I lost my pitbull, Cocoa whom I had in my life for 13 years (since I was born) So I am very familiar with Loss, whether dog or human, it is Family loss all the same. You can see why I am dreading the loss of Lacey Jay. Its obvious it is her time. She has had a seizure, she has no appetite, she cannot move, has diarrhea & is pretty much blind. I feel it is cruel to keep her around. I am very very very slowly coming to grips with saying Good-bye, however I have been dreading this moment my entire life pretty much. I doubt if I will ever be able to own another dog. This Loss is Traumatic I cant relive it ever again. They say the loss of a pet is similar to loosing a family member. I couldnt agree more. I extend my heart to everyone reading this article & also to who wrote it. There is no better healer than Time & Faith in knowing your dog is out of harm & pain. May God Bless you Lacey Jay as you pass onto the Otherside. & Bless all the rest of the deceased pets on this page. Prayers go up, Blessings go down. ♥

7 months ago by amber hadaway

Hi guys, I just lost my doggie, mickeyHi guys, I just lost my doggie, mickey 9/26/11. I can't believe how much it hurts. Mickey was adopted from the shelter on my fourth birthday, I am now 20, he was the cutest little border collie ever. Even though he was our families dog ( I have 4 other siblings), I got to name him because it was my birthday. I named him mickey mouse, but my mom shortened it to mickey because, well, he wasn't a mouse! Anyhow, he was pretty much my first dog, the only one I could actually remember. He has been there my whole life. When I was a kid he pulled me in my sled around in the snow. He would climb the latter to my playhouse and slide down the slide with me. He would come up north with the family to our cabins and we'd throw sticks off the dock and he'd jump in and fetch them. I knew he was getting old when he swim half way across the lake looking for the stick that I watched him swim right passed. Like I said I am 20 now, he is/was 16. I moved out of my parents house about 2 years ago and just got married. I didn't see mickey as much anymore. Only on the weekends. My parents kept telling me he was starting to slip pretty bad, his arthritis was getting so bad that he could no longer get up and he would bark for someone to help him up. He even wet himself because he couldn't get up. I still just could not put him down. He's family. It wasn't my decision to make, that's gods. This past Monday he started stopped eating. My dad had to help him drink and his eyes started sealing themselves shut with goobers. My dad said he was having trouble breathing and was just whimpering while laying. My dad tried to call me at work but my cell doesn't get reception where I work. My brothers and dad took him to the vet without me and the vet said he was ready to go. I never got to say goodbye. I almost feel mad that they put him down. I'm trying not to, but he was my doggie. I love him. I miss him so much. Even though I didn't see him as much anymore. I know that they probably did the right thing, but this was my doggie. We buried him. We planted a bush over him. Today I laid roses for him and his tombstone is on its way. But I still feel so guilty for never saying goodbye. I know its depressing, and I know he's in heaven, but I just keeping thinking how cold and lonely he is down there all by himself. I want him back so bad. I miss him. I live him so much. RIP mickey mouse. I love you. 9/26/11. I can't believe how much it hurts. Mickey was adopted from the shelter on my fourth birthday, I am now 20, he was the cutest little border collie ever. Even though he was our families dog ( I have 4 other siblings), I got to name him because it was my birthday. I named him mickey mouse, but my mom shortened it to mickey because, well, he wasn't a mouse! Anyhow, he was pretty much my first dog, the only one I could actually remember. He has been there my whole life. When I was a kid he pulled me in my sled around in the snow. He would climb the latter to my playhouse and slide down the slide with me. He would come up north with the family to our cabins and we'd throw sticks off the dock and he'd jump in and fetch them. I knew he was getting old when he swim half way across the lake looking for the stick that I watched him swim right passed. Like I said I am 20 now, he is/was 16. I moved out of my parents house about 2 years ago and just got married. I didn't see mickey as much anymore. Only on the weekends. My parents kept telling me he was starting to slip pretty bad, his arthritis was getting so bad that he could no longer get up and he would bark for someone to help him up. He even wet himself because he couldn't get up. I still just could not put him down. He's family. It wasn't my decision to make, that's gods. This past Monday he started stopped eating. My dad had to help him drink and his eyes started sealing themselves shut with goobers. My dad said he was having trouble breathing and was just whimpering while laying. My dad tried to call me at work but my cell doesn't get reception where I work. My brothers and dad took him to the vet without me and the vet said he was ready to go. I never got to say goodbye. I almost feel mad that they put him down. I'm trying not to, but he was my doggie. I love him. I miss him so much. Even though I didn't see him as much anymore. I know that they probably did the right thing, but this was my doggie. We buried him. We planted a bush over him. Today I laid roses for him and his tombstone is on its way. But I still feel so guilty for never saying goodbye. I know its depressing, and I know he's in heaven, but I just keeping thinking how cold and lonely he is down there all by himself. I want him back so bad. I miss him. I live him so much. RIP mickey mouse. I love you.

8 months ago by RJPEZ

I just lost my dog, Diamond. It was so sudden and unexpected and i can't bring myself to fully accept it. I mean the rational part of my mind knows shes gone but i keep turning my head and thinking/expecting her to be there. I'd feel better if i'd had time to prepare or if knew what was coming. One day she was here and the same night shes gone so suddenly. I'd give anything to playback the last day, hell, even second of her life so I could treasure it with her. Going through the day to day tasks without her hasn't been easy. I find myself crying when I'm simply getting a drink of water, remembering how she used to drink from the toilet. I miss her so much. I just hope that wherever she is right now she's happy and drinking from all the toilet bowls she wants without worrying about me getting mad. I just have to keep reminding myself to remembeer the happy memories I had with her. It helps. Slowly day by day I'm recovering. Hope this helps someone out there.

9 months ago by michelle

Nice!

10 months ago by livy

Sorry for some reason it posted twice. I got an error the first time I tried to post my comment. So, I tried a 2nd time and got the same error. I was going to try a 3rd time but, saw my post and then saw that it posted twice. Again I am sorry. LaurieAnn

12 months ago by LaurieAnn

Hi. My name is Laurie. I just joined this site. My Bubba passed away May 26, 2011 here at home. He was almost 14. He was my life. I feel so alone w/o him even though my fiance is here, my other baby Billy Bob he's a black lab. My cat Kiki. My heart aches so bad for my Bubba. He developed growth's on his back paw on one of his toes. He also had skin tags that would bleed. He had a tumor on his rump and a fatty cyst on his anus. The Dr. had told me because Bubba is almost 14 there was a bigger risk from anesthesia. I waited a few months trying to get the tumors to heal because I didn't want to lose my baby boy. It became too painful for him to walk so I decided it was time. He went for surgery May 25, 2011. Came home! Dr said he did well. Bubba was pretty restless all through the night. The next morning was terrible. The technician at the Vet's whomever had wrapped his foot didn't wrap it very well so I had to re wrap it and while I was in the middle of re wrapping (which I was very, very gentle as to not hurt him) he had an attack or seizure not sure what it was. His body got real tense, he vomitted foamy substance, then peed and it was dark color. I immediately called the vet's office and they called in pain medication. I hurried as fast as I could, got it, got back home, gave him one pill and was talking to my father on the phone because I was really scared for Bubba, and he seemed to be getting better or so I thought. He went to his favorite spot in my bedroom on his bed (tempupedic bed) and seemed like he was resting good. I thought maybe the pain medicine was helping. I walked into the other room for just maybe 2 or 3 minutes. I went back in to check on him and he was gone! I was and am still so devastated! I can't believe he died. I didn't even get to say goodbye! I feel like it's sort of my fault because I let them amputate his toe. I thought I was doing the right thing because he was in so much pain when he walked. He would limp on his front leg because of his tumors on he back leg/paw. Now he's dead! He trusted me! I miss him so bad! All I can do is cry! I don't know what to do now without him. Bubba and 5 of his siblings were born in Michigan (he lived in Kentucky with me). My ex husband's co-worker heard whimpering out in the field from the parking lot he was getting his truck loaded at. He went to investigate and some teenage boys had stoned all the pups except for my Bubba & 2 of his siblings a brother & sister. Bubba was approximately 8 weeks old when I got him. He certainly was a bundle of black joy! He was so cute. He was part lab & cocker spaniel (the vet thought so anyway). He was cute was all I knew, and frightened. Whenever anyone would get ice from the freezer he'd run away. I assume it reminded him of the sound of the rocks being thrown at him and his sister's & brother's. All their tails were cropped so I really think they belonged to someone to have paid to get their tails cropped. These boys evidently stole the pups to kill them. I don't know what became of the boys but, I know if they haven't already they will answer to God for what they did. The Bible says not one sparrow falls that God don't know about it. Bubba was my best friend. God I miss him. Everything reminds me of him. I am trying not to let it show too much in front of my other dog Billy Bob I don't want him to get sick or feel like I don't love him. Sometimes it's very hard to try not to cry when I'm giving Billy Bob his treat (chicken tender) because Bubba loved his Waggin Train Chicken Tender! He would bark as soon as he knew I was getting it from the cupboard. Bubba got his first because he was the oldest. So, naturally that bothers me because he's not here anymore to give him his favorite treat. Bubba was fascinated with tennis balls. He loved fetching them. He wouldn't stop sometimes. I think that's partly why one of his knees wore out. He wasn't a quitter! My Billy Bob needs to go pee pee so I'll be right back. Okay I'm back. I had moved to California in 2008 and we loved it there but, I think that is where he developed his cyst's and tumors. Where we rented the gardener's sprayed insecticide and spray to kill weeds. Soon after both my dogs starting developing cysts. So, I called the people we rented from and told them I'd pull the weeds myself and to please have the garndener's stop spraying that crap! They did but, by then it was too late. Also, in Northern California there was a certain kind of moth the city (Contra Costa) Concord, Ca would spray insecticide to kill in trees that I think caused their tumors/cysts and mine I developed on my Pituitary gland. My fiance lost his job so we decided to move back to my home state of Kentucky. The tumor on Bubba's rump grew bigger but, he was too old to operate on and the vet said there's no way of knowing how far it grew into his body and no way of knowing if Bubba would last through surgery let alone heal up. So, we didn't operate on that. He wasn't in any pain from that they said, so I thought it would be ok to leave it be. He was 13. Then his toe nail fell off. I thought it was due to falling up the front steps because his knee gave out but, apparantly the vet said he had tumors growing that pushed it off. It was getting harder and harder for him to walk so I decided he needed surgery. I sometimes regret my decision because it killed my Bubba. But, I thought I was helping him, he was in so much pain. I guess all that don't matter now. Nothing I say or do will bring him back!!! I just miss him. He was like a kid to me, one of my kids. I loved him so much. Now I'm lost without him. He was more than just a dog as some people would say. He was my family! I am 50 so I've had other family pets that have passed. Yes it hurt like heck! For some reason the loss of my Bubba Dean hurts so much more. Billy Bob misses him too but, not so much that he's not eating. I am so glad he's eating. But, Billy Bob always tried to hog all the attention! I'd pet Bubba & Billy Bob would push my had from Bubba. I always had to tell him now you have to wait your turn or I'd pet them both at the same time. I miss walking Bubba. I miss kissing, petting, hugging my Bubba! God I wish the pain would stop but, then I say no I don't because if it did then I'd forget how much I loved him. I don't know. I know I am strange. I just want Bubba back and I know that will never happen. I sure hope our pets are in Heaven with us. I hate that he had to be buried in the ground too! But, I had thought about cremation and remembered I'd heard from a former employer of a Vet's Office that the animals that are to be cremated are not actually cremated they're companies that buy the animals for dog food. So I didn't want my Bubba done that way. At least if he's buried I know know one is doing anything to him. I know I am going to do something to memoralize him but, I'm not sure what yet. I am going to make a keepsake box to put his collar, his favorite tennis ball and some of his other belongings in, his pictures, and decorate the box with his pictures too. I've got to do something. He deserves it and more. He was a very loyal and brave doggie. He was my very best friend. I will forever love & miss him. Mommy loves you my Bubba!!!

12 months ago by LaurieAnn

Thank you for having this page so many of us are grieving for the loss of our pets, they are more like family. I have had two beautiful Jack Russell Terriers, that were litter mates, Molly being the first born and Sandy the runt. These girls have been my family with my son and it was always just the four of us,(raised my son with these dogs), until I met my husband 4 years ago, and we were a pack of five. Molly died Wednesday, March 16, 2011. It was devastating for all of us, and we really babied Sandy and she was now the Queen Bee..Sandy passed away last night, Thursday, March 31, 2011. It was just 2 weeks and 1 day after our Molly. Anyone that says you cant die from a broken heart, is sadly mistaken. In fact there was never a documented issue about Sandy's heart, and it was her heart that gave out. These dogs had never been a part, born together, and now they are together forever chasing that "Uncatchable Squirrel". We are devastated, and our grief is now doubled, but that is how I did everything for these girls, everything was always "X 2". So yes, I am a witness that dogs do grieve other dogs. Molly and Sandy are sisters forever. Warmly, Rebekah Farabaugh

about 1 year ago by rebekah