Update on My Dawg

[DoogCourics]

Didn’t check this thread for a day because I had a feeling what it was. First, major T’s and P’s to @YellowSnow and the rest of you who have shared your stories.

Reading this thread hit me hard. I lost my best friend just a few months ago. Not going to lie, it brought tears back to me as I thought about him.

Growing up, we weren’t allowed to have dogs. Then I had a few bad encounters with angry dogs that scarred me for my young life. Every dog I met, I steered clear. If a friend had a dog, I kept my distance. I just never understood the appeal for a creature that is fully reliant on you and can’t do anything for itself.

But the day I met Mrs. Courics, this beautiful energetic boxer came racing my direction and jumped up on me and started licking me like crazy. For the first time in my life, I didn’t find myself repulsed or scared. I loved that dog from the moment I met him.

I got 8 amazing years with him. Though he was originally her dog, he and I grew to be inseparable. I work from home so I spent every minute with him. And being a boxer he had a lot of energy so we went on multiple walks and play time each day, just the two of us. I started seeing the decline about 6 months before his death. I knew something was off from the dog I’ve always known. Others told me he was just getting old, but inside I knew.

Earlier this year the brain tumor finally got him. The week leading up to it he wasn’t able to do anything for himself. I kept most of it hidden from the Mrs. because I didn’t want her to see it. Then the day we took him in, he gave us what we needed. He had energy, was licking us, and actually looked at us for the first time in a long time without a distant stare.

I cried for a week. I still tear up when I think about him. I never knew a dog could mean so much to me. But being a non-breeder myself, that dog was basically my child. If I’m being honest, I’m still not over it. I won’t be getting another dog for a long time, if ever. Good for all of you who can do it.

Good luck to you Yella. These days will suck. I feel for you.

 

[BearsWiin]

We got another kitten today Yea us

 

[Swaye]

Bunch of fucking pussy crybabies in this thread. WHen it's tim I just take the dog out back and shoot it, just like Dad taught me. Dig a hole for it and dump it. Done.

I'm kidding. I will cry like a bitch when any one of our THREE little Havanese bite it. I get more attached to dogs than loved ones, and it isn't close. People, even the ones you love, sort of suck. Dogs kick complete ass.

 

[Swaye]

Also sorry to hear it @YellowSnow . The one CLS brought to the marriage, a little 9 year old Havanese, is in sort of rough shape. Liver disease. Vet couldn't tell us if it would be 4 months or 4 years. So we got two new Havanese puppies. Now we have three of these lunatics barnstorming around the casa de Swaye and it is glorious. DOgs are pretty much the best thing to ever happen.

 

[PurpleThrobber]

Didn’t check this thread for a day because I had a feeling what it was. First, major T’s and P’s to @YellowSnow and the rest of you who have shared your stories.

Reading this thread hit me hard. I lost my best friend just a few months ago. Not going to lie, it brought tears back to me as I thought about him.

Growing up, we weren’t allowed to have dogs. Then I had a few bad encounters with angry dogs that scarred me for my young life. Every dog I met, I steered clear. If a friend had a dog, I kept my distance. I just never understood the appeal for a creature that is fully reliant on you and can’t do anything for itself.

But the day I met Mrs. Courics, this beautiful energetic boxer came racing my direction and jumped up on me and started licking me like crazy. For the first time in my life, I didn’t find myself repulsed or scared. I loved that dog from the moment I met him.

I got 8 amazing years with him. Though he was originally her dog, he and I grew to be inseparable. I work from home so I spent every minute with him. And being a boxer he had a lot of energy so we went on multiple walks and play time each day, just the two of us. I started seeing the decline about 6 months before his death. I knew something was off from the dog I’ve always known. Others told me he was just getting old, but inside I knew.

Earlier this year the brain tumor finally got him. The week leading up to it he wasn’t able to do anything for himself. I kept most of it hidden from the Mrs. because I didn’t want her to see it. Then the day we took him in, he gave us what we needed. He had energy, was licking us, and actually looked at us for the first time in a long time without a distant stare.

I cried for a week. I still tear up when I think about him. I never knew a dog could mean so much to me. But being a non-breeder myself, that dog was basically my child. If I’m being honest, I’m still not over it. I won’t be getting another dog for a long time, if ever. Good for all of you who can do it.

Good luck to you Yella. These days will suck. I feel for you.

Boxers are OG's. Those motherfuckers will frustrate the shit out of you - they are like little kids until they are about 5 or 6 years old, causing havoc at every turn. They are the middle school boys of dogs - just getting into good natured trouble at every turn. Have had a bunch of boxers over the years growing up and as an adult. But, man, those dogs are loyal as fuck and will die protecting the family.

Growing up we had one boxer that literally said good bye to every family member. Sitting around in the basement eating dinner on TV trays - because that's what you did back then - the damned dog made a lap around the room and stopped at each family member for a moment. Nudged up against them which normally would have meant begging for food but we were poor so that dog wasn't getting any bite of steak. Demanded attention and then stopped for a moment looking each family member in the eye. Then just up and laid down and died. That was probably 45 years ago and I still remember it like yesterday.

When it's time, get another one. You'll find your old friend in there somewhere. They are a tremendous breed. Worth every pair of chewed up shoes and ruined piece of furniture.

 

[NoWarningJustDawg]

Ugh, I dread losing the avatar (10y) one day.
The coyotes here are over twice her size and there's almost a dozen I can hear nightly.

Almost a year ago I ended up running outside in my boxers (you're very welcome for the hawt image) at midnight thinking they had finally managed to jump the fence to get to her. Instead I caught them in the process.

In my haste I had grabbed some dumb homebrewing prize that had been sent to me.https://www.morebeer.com/products/mash-paddle-stainless-steel-36-drilled-holes.html

Most of the pack eventually ran faster than the nearly naked man could chase them, but I fucked one of them (and my feet) up. Nobody fucks with my dog. They stay away now and the bloody mash paddle is now only used to bash the apparent Rats Of NIMH in my flowerbeds.

My condolences to Yella on his family's loss. Take solace in how good a life you gave the pup to this point. We all gotta go sometime.
Cheers--

 

[Ice_Holmvik]

Sorry for you yella. Ive only ever put down one dog due to age and I still cringe when I think about it. Taking life from a trusting pet who doesn't know it's coming and wouldn't understand if you could explain it to him or her is hard, even when it's obviously the right thing.

This is a timely post for me. Our old siberian husky Kiera is on her way out. Her vision and hearing are all but gone. Her hips and back are weak. Some days she's full of spunk and others she can hardly get up or make it into the yard to shit or piss. We can feel tumors or some sort of growths under her skin in a few places. New ones have popped up in recent weeks.

It's time. My GF goes back and forth on it and I have to wait for her to give me the nod. I dont blame her as the dog, on her good days at least, still loves life and is funny and charming as hell. We have friends and relatives who will stop by just to see and play with her as she gets excited and vocal and is an absolute riot when excited. She loves any and all people, especially kids and old people, and really puts on a show when they visit.

I feel your pain. It's coming within the next 2-3 weeks. My GF is going to be devastated and I'll have to find and sustain my elusive, strong but sensitive side to get us through it. Ughh.

It's hard, to know when the time is right. All the signs are there for us, losing bladder control, really hard time walking, big old lumps growing, can't hear, can't see well anymore. He might be able to soldier on for another month or so, but I don't see the point in dragging it out once the quality of pooch life is pretty much gone.

It is hard to let them go but you know when it's time. And I think you know it. I've had to bury 3. Two piut down due to age and one pup that got his collar entwined with his brother and suffocated. Hate to say it but this thread made me cry a little. Putting my dogs down were very sad days. My first lab was the best dog I'll ever own. Just special and like someone else mentioned was a dog that people gravitated towards and would ask me about I'm conversation after only meeting him once. He was special. He got a cancerous tumor on his melon that pushed on the nerves in his head and gave him vertigo or something. He would walk sideways like a drunk and occasionally fall over. Vet was kind enough to come to the house and do it there while I held him. Second was his offspring and a good dog
Close but no Oly dog. He kept getting cancerous legions on a leg thst kept coming. Back no matter how many times it was removed. At the end his leg based a bloody placenta looking thing we had to clean and dress everyday. I'd have went forever doing it but we had him x rated and it was in his lungs. Still remember when the er gave him the first shot to shut the heart down how he looked at me. Sad abd hurt like he was saying "I've got more days left how could you? Still breaks my heart to think about it. Now I've got the 3 year old brother killing lab who is 24/7 crazy and pushes me to the limit every day. But ill be sad when he goes as well. The worst part of owning dogs is outliving them. Peace be with you brother you are making the right decision.

 

[creepycoug]

Sorry for you yella. Ive only ever put down one dog due to age and I still cringe when I think about it. Taking life from a trusting pet who doesn't know it's coming and wouldn't understand if you could explain it to him or her is hard, even when it's obviously the right thing.

This is a timely post for me. Our old siberian husky Kiera is on her way out. Her vision and hearing are all but gone. Her hips and back are weak. Some days she's full of spunk and others she can hardly get up or make it into the yard to shit or piss. We can feel tumors or some sort of growths under her skin in a few places. New ones have popped up in recent weeks.

It's time. My GF goes back and forth on it and I have to wait for her to give me the nod. I dont blame her as the dog, on her good days at least, still loves life and is funny and charming as hell. We have friends and relatives who will stop by just to see and play with her as she gets excited and vocal and is an absolute riot when excited. She loves any and all people, especially kids and old people, and really puts on a show when they visit.

I feel your pain. It's coming within the next 2-3 weeks. My GF is going to be devastated and I'll have to find and sustain my elusive, strong but sensitive side to get us through it. Ughh.

It's hard, to know when the time is right. All the signs are there for us, losing bladder control, really hard time walking, big old lumps growing, can't hear, can't see well anymore. He might be able to soldier on for another month or so, but I don't see the point in dragging it out once the quality of pooch life is pretty much gone.

It is hard to let them go but you know when it's time. And I think you know it. I've had to bury 3. Two piut down due to age and one pup that got his collar entwined with his brother and suffocated. Hate to say it but this thread made me cry a little. [/b] Putting my dogs down were very sad days. My first lab was the best dog I'll ever own. Just special and like someone else mentioned was a dog that people gravitated towards and would ask me about I'm conversation after only meeting him once. He was special. He got a cancerous tumor on his melon that pushed on the nerves in his head and gave him vertigo or something. He would walk sideways like a drunk and occasionally fall over. Vet was kind enough to come to the house and do it there while I held him. Second was his offspring and a good dog
Close but no Oly dog. He kept getting cancerous legions on a leg thst kept coming. Back no matter how many times it was removed. At the end his leg based a bloody placenta looking thing we had to clean and dress everyday. I'd have went forever doing it but we had him x rated and it was in his lungs. Still remember when the er gave him the first shot to shut the heart down how he looked at me. Sad abd hurt like he was saying "I've got more days left how could you? Still breaks my heart to think about it. Now I've got the 3 year old brother killing lab who is 24/7 crazy and pushes me to the limit every day. But ill be sad when he goes as well. The worst part of owning dogs is outliving them. Peace be with you brother you are making the right decision.

Like @dflea said, losing my dogs have made me cry like a baby with shitty diapers burning my ass ... more emotional than I've been with losing some family members. I think somebody put it very well: they trust us implicitly, even when they shouldn't; and just how many people in your life would really run through fire for you? The dog absolutely will w/o even thinking about it.

The one I lost 4 years ago was one of those white labradoodles. She was as sweet as the day is long, looked 95% retriever with some extra smarts from the poodle genes. Also the run of her litter. My brother-in-law is a timber cruiser and used to take her out with him because he'd been stalked by cougars a couple of times and was starting to get a little spooked about it. There were three incidents out in the woods where she showed her balls and loyalty: once, the cougar feelings turned out to be true, and she went somewhat [/i]face to face (from a distance he thinks was about 20 to 40 yards) with a big and apparently hungry cougar (I assume it was hungry because it didn't take off when confronted by the dog, which is what typically happens I'm told). They didn't come to blows thank God, because we know who wins that one, but by freezing the cat while she barked and lunged at it, she gave the brother-in-law time to get his .44 out and get a shot off at the cougar which made him finally run off.

The other two times involved big mean fucking dogs belonging to gypo fallers on the peninsula who typically have these dogs to guard their equipment while they're out cutting. Both times the girl did not back off against multiple big boys and won the barking "fuck you! No fuck you!" contest, which gave the bro in law time to get out of there.

Who else in your life will stand right the fuck in front of you and take on anything that remotely threatens you regardless of her odds of winning the fight? Mind you, this dog was as nice as they fucking come and never bit anyone or anything ever. But she knew when strangers weren't there to play and never hesitated to protect her people. Happier than anyone ever is to see you every day, and lives their entire lives trying to make you happy.

I agree - in many ways, they are better than people.

 

[YellowSnow]

Sorry for you yella. Ive only ever put down one dog due to age and I still cringe when I think about it. Taking life from a trusting pet who doesn't know it's coming and wouldn't understand if you could explain it to him or her is hard, even when it's obviously the right thing.

This is a timely post for me. Our old siberian husky Kiera is on her way out. Her vision and hearing are all but gone. Her hips and back are weak. Some days she's full of spunk and others she can hardly get up or make it into the yard to shit or piss. We can feel tumors or some sort of growths under her skin in a few places. New ones have popped up in recent weeks.

It's time. My GF goes back and forth on it and I have to wait for her to give me the nod. I dont blame her as the dog, on her good days at least, still loves life and is funny and charming as hell. We have friends and relatives who will stop by just to see and play with her as she gets excited and vocal and is an absolute riot when excited. She loves any and all people, especially kids and old people, and really puts on a show when they visit.

I feel your pain. It's coming within the next 2-3 weeks. My GF is going to be devastated and I'll have to find and sustain my elusive, strong but sensitive side to get us through it. Ughh.

It's hard, to know when the time is right. All the signs are there for us, losing bladder control, really hard time walking, big old lumps growing, can't hear, can't see well anymore. He might be able to soldier on for another month or so, but I don't see the point in dragging it out once the quality of pooch life is pretty much gone.

It is hard to let them go but you know when it's time. And I think you know it. I've had to bury 3. Two piut down due to age and one pup that got his collar entwined with his brother and suffocated. Hate to say it but this thread made me cry a little. [/b] Putting my dogs down were very sad days. My first lab was the best dog I'll ever own. Just special and like someone else mentioned was a dog that people gravitated towards and would ask me about I'm conversation after only meeting him once. He was special. He got a cancerous tumor on his melon that pushed on the nerves in his head and gave him vertigo or something. He would walk sideways like a drunk and occasionally fall over. Vet was kind enough to come to the house and do it there while I held him. Second was his offspring and a good dog
Close but no Oly dog. He kept getting cancerous legions on a leg thst kept coming. Back no matter how many times it was removed. At the end his leg based a bloody placenta looking thing we had to clean and dress everyday. I'd have went forever doing it but we had him x rated and it was in his lungs. Still remember when the er gave him the first shot to shut the heart down how he looked at me. Sad abd hurt like he was saying "I've got more days left how could you? Still breaks my heart to think about it. Now I've got the 3 year old brother killing lab who is 24/7 crazy and pushes me to the limit every day. But ill be sad when he goes as well. The worst part of owning dogs is outliving them. Peace be with you brother you are making the right decision.

Like @dflea said, losing my dogs have made me cry like a baby with shitty diapers burning my ass ... more emotional than I've been with losing some family members. I think somebody put it very well: they trust us implicitly, even when they shouldn't; and just how many people in your life would really run through fire for you? The dog absolutely will w/o even thinking about it.

The one I lost 4 years ago was one of those white labradoodles. She was as sweet as the day is long, looked 95% retriever with some extra smarts from the poodle genes. Also the run of her litter. My brother-in-law is a timber cruiser and used to take her out with him because he'd been stalked by cougars a couple of times and was starting to get a little spooked about it. There were three incidents out in the woods where she showed her balls and loyalty: once, the cougar feelings turned out to be true, and she went somewhat [/i]face to face (from a distance he thinks was about 20 to 40 yards) with a big and apparently hungry cougar (I assume it was hungry because it didn't take off when confronted by the dog, which is what typically happens I'm told). They didn't come to blows thank God, because we know who wins that one, but by freezing the cat while she barked and lunged at it, she gave the brother-in-law time to get his .44 out and get a shot off at the cougar which made him finally run off.

The other two times involved big mean fucking dogs belonging to gypo fallers on the peninsula who typically have these dogs to guard their equipment while they're out cutting. Both times the girl did not back off against multiple big boys and won the barking "fuck you! No fuck you!" contest, which gave the bro in law time to get out of there.

Who else in your life will stand right the fuck in front of you and take on anything that remotely threatens you regardless of her odds of winning the fight? Mind you, this dog was as nice as they fucking come and never bit anyone or anything ever. But she knew when strangers weren't there to play and never hesitated to protect her people. Happier than anyone ever is to see you every day, and lives their entire lives trying to make you happy.

I agree - in many ways, they are better than people.

CUOG!!

 

[creepycoug]

Sorry for you yella. Ive only ever put down one dog due to age and I still cringe when I think about it. Taking life from a trusting pet who doesn't know it's coming and wouldn't understand if you could explain it to him or her is hard, even when it's obviously the right thing.

This is a timely post for me. Our old siberian husky Kiera is on her way out. Her vision and hearing are all but gone. Her hips and back are weak. Some days she's full of spunk and others she can hardly get up or make it into the yard to shit or piss. We can feel tumors or some sort of growths under her skin in a few places. New ones have popped up in recent weeks.

It's time. My GF goes back and forth on it and I have to wait for her to give me the nod. I dont blame her as the dog, on her good days at least, still loves life and is funny and charming as hell. We have friends and relatives who will stop by just to see and play with her as she gets excited and vocal and is an absolute riot when excited. She loves any and all people, especially kids and old people, and really puts on a show when they visit.

I feel your pain. It's coming within the next 2-3 weeks. My GF is going to be devastated and I'll have to find and sustain my elusive, strong but sensitive side to get us through it. Ughh.

It's hard, to know when the time is right. All the signs are there for us, losing bladder control, really hard time walking, big old lumps growing, can't hear, can't see well anymore. He might be able to soldier on for another month or so, but I don't see the point in dragging it out once the quality of pooch life is pretty much gone.

It is hard to let them go but you know when it's time. And I think you know it. I've had to bury 3. Two piut down due to age and one pup that got his collar entwined with his brother and suffocated. Hate to say it but this thread made me cry a little. [/b] Putting my dogs down were very sad days. My first lab was the best dog I'll ever own. Just special and like someone else mentioned was a dog that people gravitated towards and would ask me about I'm conversation after only meeting him once. He was special. He got a cancerous tumor on his melon that pushed on the nerves in his head and gave him vertigo or something. He would walk sideways like a drunk and occasionally fall over. Vet was kind enough to come to the house and do it there while I held him. Second was his offspring and a good dog
Close but no Oly dog. He kept getting cancerous legions on a leg thst kept coming. Back no matter how many times it was removed. At the end his leg based a bloody placenta looking thing we had to clean and dress everyday. I'd have went forever doing it but we had him x rated and it was in his lungs. Still remember when the er gave him the first shot to shut the heart down how he looked at me. Sad abd hurt like he was saying "I've got more days left how could you? Still breaks my heart to think about it. Now I've got the 3 year old brother killing lab who is 24/7 crazy and pushes me to the limit every day. But ill be sad when he goes as well. The worst part of owning dogs is outliving them. Peace be with you brother you are making the right decision.

Like @dflea said, losing my dogs have made me cry like a baby with shitty diapers burning my ass ... more emotional than I've been with losing some family members. I think somebody put it very well: they trust us implicitly, even when they shouldn't; and just how many people in your life would really run through fire for you? The dog absolutely will w/o even thinking about it.

The one I lost 4 years ago was one of those white labradoodles. She was as sweet as the day is long, looked 95% retriever with some extra smarts from the poodle genes. Also the run of her litter. My brother-in-law is a timber cruiser and used to take her out with him because he'd been stalked by cougars a couple of times and was starting to get a little spooked about it. There were three incidents out in the woods where she showed her balls and loyalty: once, the cougar feelings turned out to be true, and she went somewhat [/i]face to face (from a distance he thinks was about 20 to 40 yards) with a big and apparently hungry cougar (I assume it was hungry because it didn't take off when confronted by the dog, which is what typically happens I'm told). They didn't come to blows thank God, because we know who wins that one, but by freezing the cat while she barked and lunged at it, she gave the brother-in-law time to get his .44 out and get a shot off at the cougar which made him finally run off.

The other two times involved big mean fucking dogs belonging to gypo fallers on the peninsula who typically have these dogs to guard their equipment while they're out cutting. Both times the girl did not back off against multiple big boys and won the barking "fuck you! No fuck you!" contest, which gave the bro in law time to get out of there.

Who else in your life will stand right the fuck in front of you and take on anything that remotely threatens you regardless of her odds of winning the fight? Mind you, this dog was as nice as they fucking come and never bit anyone or anything ever. But she knew when strangers weren't there to play and never hesitated to protect her people. Happier than anyone ever is to see you every day, and lives their entire lives trying to make you happy.

I agree - in many ways, they are better than people.

CUOG!!

It is ironic that they? have the TUFFER mascot isn't it?

I think a Cuogur takes any dog in the ring unless there is a wildlife biologist on the board who can tell us otherwise.

 

[PurpleThrobber]

Sorry for you yella. Ive only ever put down one dog due to age and I still cringe when I think about it. Taking life from a trusting pet who doesn't know it's coming and wouldn't understand if you could explain it to him or her is hard, even when it's obviously the right thing.

This is a timely post for me. Our old siberian husky Kiera is on her way out. Her vision and hearing are all but gone. Her hips and back are weak. Some days she's full of spunk and others she can hardly get up or make it into the yard to shit or piss. We can feel tumors or some sort of growths under her skin in a few places. New ones have popped up in recent weeks.

It's time. My GF goes back and forth on it and I have to wait for her to give me the nod. I dont blame her as the dog, on her good days at least, still loves life and is funny and charming as hell. We have friends and relatives who will stop by just to see and play with her as she gets excited and vocal and is an absolute riot when excited. She loves any and all people, especially kids and old people, and really puts on a show when they visit.

I feel your pain. It's coming within the next 2-3 weeks. My GF is going to be devastated and I'll have to find and sustain my elusive, strong but sensitive side to get us through it. Ughh.

It's hard, to know when the time is right. All the signs are there for us, losing bladder control, really hard time walking, big old lumps growing, can't hear, can't see well anymore. He might be able to soldier on for another month or so, but I don't see the point in dragging it out once the quality of pooch life is pretty much gone.

It is hard to let them go but you know when it's time. And I think you know it. I've had to bury 3. Two piut down due to age and one pup that got his collar entwined with his brother and suffocated. Hate to say it but this thread made me cry a little. [/b] Putting my dogs down were very sad days. My first lab was the best dog I'll ever own. Just special and like someone else mentioned was a dog that people gravitated towards and would ask me about I'm conversation after only meeting him once. He was special. He got a cancerous tumor on his melon that pushed on the nerves in his head and gave him vertigo or something. He would walk sideways like a drunk and occasionally fall over. Vet was kind enough to come to the house and do it there while I held him. Second was his offspring and a good dog
Close but no Oly dog. He kept getting cancerous legions on a leg thst kept coming. Back no matter how many times it was removed. At the end his leg based a bloody placenta looking thing we had to clean and dress everyday. I'd have went forever doing it but we had him x rated and it was in his lungs. Still remember when the er gave him the first shot to shut the heart down how he looked at me. Sad abd hurt like he was saying "I've got more days left how could you? Still breaks my heart to think about it. Now I've got the 3 year old brother killing lab who is 24/7 crazy and pushes me to the limit every day. But ill be sad when he goes as well. The worst part of owning dogs is outliving them. Peace be with you brother you are making the right decision.

Like @dflea said, losing my dogs have made me cry like a baby with shitty diapers burning my ass ... more emotional than I've been with losing some family members. I think somebody put it very well: they trust us implicitly, even when they shouldn't; and just how many people in your life would really run through fire for you? The dog absolutely will w/o even thinking about it.

The one I lost 4 years ago was one of those white labradoodles. She was as sweet as the day is long, looked 95% retriever with some extra smarts from the poodle genes. Also the run of her litter. My brother-in-law is a timber cruiser and used to take her out with him because he'd been stalked by cougars a couple of times and was starting to get a little spooked about it. There were three incidents out in the woods where she showed her balls and loyalty: once, the cougar feelings turned out to be true, and she went somewhat [/i]face to face (from a distance he thinks was about 20 to 40 yards) with a big and apparently hungry cougar (I assume it was hungry because it didn't take off when confronted by the dog, which is what typically happens I'm told). They didn't come to blows thank God, because we know who wins that one, but by freezing the cat while she barked and lunged at it, she gave the brother-in-law time to get his .44 out and get a shot off at the cougar which made him finally run off.

The other two times involved big mean fucking dogs belonging to gypo fallers on the peninsula who typically have these dogs to guard their equipment while they're out cutting. Both times the girl did not back off against multiple big boys and won the barking "fuck you! No fuck you!" contest, which gave the bro in law time to get out of there.

Who else in your life will stand right the fuck in front of you and take on anything that remotely threatens you regardless of her odds of winning the fight? Mind you, this dog was as nice as they fucking come and never bit anyone or anything ever. But she knew when strangers weren't there to play and never hesitated to protect her people. Happier than anyone ever is to see you every day, and lives their entire lives trying to make you happy.

I agree - in many ways, they are better than people.

Since people now shit on the sidewalks, dogs are out front.

 

[creepycoug]

Sorry for you yella. Ive only ever put down one dog due to age and I still cringe when I think about it. Taking life from a trusting pet who doesn't know it's coming and wouldn't understand if you could explain it to him or her is hard, even when it's obviously the right thing.

This is a timely post for me. Our old siberian husky Kiera is on her way out. Her vision and hearing are all but gone. Her hips and back are weak. Some days she's full of spunk and others she can hardly get up or make it into the yard to shit or piss. We can feel tumors or some sort of growths under her skin in a few places. New ones have popped up in recent weeks.

It's time. My GF goes back and forth on it and I have to wait for her to give me the nod. I dont blame her as the dog, on her good days at least, still loves life and is funny and charming as hell. We have friends and relatives who will stop by just to see and play with her as she gets excited and vocal and is an absolute riot when excited. She loves any and all people, especially kids and old people, and really puts on a show when they visit.

I feel your pain. It's coming within the next 2-3 weeks. My GF is going to be devastated and I'll have to find and sustain my elusive, strong but sensitive side to get us through it. Ughh.

It's hard, to know when the time is right. All the signs are there for us, losing bladder control, really hard time walking, big old lumps growing, can't hear, can't see well anymore. He might be able to soldier on for another month or so, but I don't see the point in dragging it out once the quality of pooch life is pretty much gone.

It is hard to let them go but you know when it's time. And I think you know it. I've had to bury 3. Two piut down due to age and one pup that got his collar entwined with his brother and suffocated. Hate to say it but this thread made me cry a little. [/b] Putting my dogs down were very sad days. My first lab was the best dog I'll ever own. Just special and like someone else mentioned was a dog that people gravitated towards and would ask me about I'm conversation after only meeting him once. He was special. He got a cancerous tumor on his melon that pushed on the nerves in his head and gave him vertigo or something. He would walk sideways like a drunk and occasionally fall over. Vet was kind enough to come to the house and do it there while I held him. Second was his offspring and a good dog
Close but no Oly dog. He kept getting cancerous legions on a leg thst kept coming. Back no matter how many times it was removed. At the end his leg based a bloody placenta looking thing we had to clean and dress everyday. I'd have went forever doing it but we had him x rated and it was in his lungs. Still remember when the er gave him the first shot to shut the heart down how he looked at me. Sad abd hurt like he was saying "I've got more days left how could you? Still breaks my heart to think about it. Now I've got the 3 year old brother killing lab who is 24/7 crazy and pushes me to the limit every day. But ill be sad when he goes as well. The worst part of owning dogs is outliving them. Peace be with you brother you are making the right decision.

Like @dflea said, losing my dogs have made me cry like a baby with shitty diapers burning my ass ... more emotional than I've been with losing some family members. I think somebody put it very well: they trust us implicitly, even when they shouldn't; and just how many people in your life would really run through fire for you? The dog absolutely will w/o even thinking about it.

The one I lost 4 years ago was one of those white labradoodles. She was as sweet as the day is long, looked 95% retriever with some extra smarts from the poodle genes. Also the run of her litter. My brother-in-law is a timber cruiser and used to take her out with him because he'd been stalked by cougars a couple of times and was starting to get a little spooked about it. There were three incidents out in the woods where she showed her balls and loyalty: once, the cougar feelings turned out to be true, and she went somewhat [/i]face to face (from a distance he thinks was about 20 to 40 yards) with a big and apparently hungry cougar (I assume it was hungry because it didn't take off when confronted by the dog, which is what typically happens I'm told). They didn't come to blows thank God, because we know who wins that one, but by freezing the cat while she barked and lunged at it, she gave the brother-in-law time to get his .44 out and get a shot off at the cougar which made him finally run off.

The other two times involved big mean fucking dogs belonging to gypo fallers on the peninsula who typically have these dogs to guard their equipment while they're out cutting. Both times the girl did not back off against multiple big boys and won the barking "fuck you! No fuck you!" contest, which gave the bro in law time to get out of there.

Who else in your life will stand right the fuck in front of you and take on anything that remotely threatens you regardless of her odds of winning the fight? Mind you, this dog was as nice as they fucking come and never bit anyone or anything ever. But she knew when strangers weren't there to play and never hesitated to protect her people. Happier than anyone ever is to see you every day, and lives their entire lives trying to make you happy.

I agree - in many ways, they are better than people.

Since people now shit on the sidewalks, dogs are out front.

Good point.

 

[YellowSnow]

Sorry for you yella. Ive only ever put down one dog due to age and I still cringe when I think about it. Taking life from a trusting pet who doesn't know it's coming and wouldn't understand if you could explain it to him or her is hard, even when it's obviously the right thing.

This is a timely post for me. Our old siberian husky Kiera is on her way out. Her vision and hearing are all but gone. Her hips and back are weak. Some days she's full of spunk and others she can hardly get up or make it into the yard to shit or piss. We can feel tumors or some sort of growths under her skin in a few places. New ones have popped up in recent weeks.

It's time. My GF goes back and forth on it and I have to wait for her to give me the nod. I dont blame her as the dog, on her good days at least, still loves life and is funny and charming as hell. We have friends and relatives who will stop by just to see and play with her as she gets excited and vocal and is an absolute riot when excited. She loves any and all people, especially kids and old people, and really puts on a show when they visit.

I feel your pain. It's coming within the next 2-3 weeks. My GF is going to be devastated and I'll have to find and sustain my elusive, strong but sensitive side to get us through it. Ughh.

It's hard, to know when the time is right. All the signs are there for us, losing bladder control, really hard time walking, big old lumps growing, can't hear, can't see well anymore. He might be able to soldier on for another month or so, but I don't see the point in dragging it out once the quality of pooch life is pretty much gone.

It is hard to let them go but you know when it's time. And I think you know it. I've had to bury 3. Two piut down due to age and one pup that got his collar entwined with his brother and suffocated. Hate to say it but this thread made me cry a little. [/b] Putting my dogs down were very sad days. My first lab was the best dog I'll ever own. Just special and like someone else mentioned was a dog that people gravitated towards and would ask me about I'm conversation after only meeting him once. He was special. He got a cancerous tumor on his melon that pushed on the nerves in his head and gave him vertigo or something. He would walk sideways like a drunk and occasionally fall over. Vet was kind enough to come to the house and do it there while I held him. Second was his offspring and a good dog
Close but no Oly dog. He kept getting cancerous legions on a leg thst kept coming. Back no matter how many times it was removed. At the end his leg based a bloody placenta looking thing we had to clean and dress everyday. I'd have went forever doing it but we had him x rated and it was in his lungs. Still remember when the er gave him the first shot to shut the heart down how he looked at me. Sad abd hurt like he was saying "I've got more days left how could you? Still breaks my heart to think about it. Now I've got the 3 year old brother killing lab who is 24/7 crazy and pushes me to the limit every day. But ill be sad when he goes as well. The worst part of owning dogs is outliving them. Peace be with you brother you are making the right decision.

Like @dflea said, losing my dogs have made me cry like a baby with shitty diapers burning my ass ... more emotional than I've been with losing some family members. I think somebody put it very well: they trust us implicitly, even when they shouldn't; and just how many people in your life would really run through fire for you? The dog absolutely will w/o even thinking about it.

The one I lost 4 years ago was one of those white labradoodles. She was as sweet as the day is long, looked 95% retriever with some extra smarts from the poodle genes. Also the run of her litter. My brother-in-law is a timber cruiser and used to take her out with him because he'd been stalked by cougars a couple of times and was starting to get a little spooked about it. There were three incidents out in the woods where she showed her balls and loyalty: once, the cougar feelings turned out to be true, and she went somewhat [/i]face to face (from a distance he thinks was about 20 to 40 yards) with a big and apparently hungry cougar (I assume it was hungry because it didn't take off when confronted by the dog, which is what typically happens I'm told). They didn't come to blows thank God, because we know who wins that one, but by freezing the cat while she barked and lunged at it, she gave the brother-in-law time to get his .44 out and get a shot off at the cougar which made him finally run off.

The other two times involved big mean fucking dogs belonging to gypo fallers on the peninsula who typically have these dogs to guard their equipment while they're out cutting. Both times the girl did not back off against multiple big boys and won the barking "fuck you! No fuck you!" contest, which gave the bro in law time to get out of there.

Who else in your life will stand right the fuck in front of you and take on anything that remotely threatens you regardless of her odds of winning the fight? Mind you, this dog was as nice as they fucking come and never bit anyone or anything ever. But she knew when strangers weren't there to play and never hesitated to protect her people. Happier than anyone ever is to see you every day, and lives their entire lives trying to make you happy.

I agree - in many ways, they are better than people.

CUOG!!

It is ironic that they? have the TUFFER mascot isn't it?

I think a Cuogur takes any dog in the ring unless there is a wildlife biologist on the board who can tell us otherwise.

Well, yeah, the Cougar is a vicious animal.

 

[Ice_Holmvik]

Sorry for you yella. Ive only ever put down one dog due to age and I still cringe when I think about it. Taking life from a trusting pet who doesn't know it's coming and wouldn't understand if you could explain it to him or her is hard, even when it's obviously the right thing.

This is a timely post for me. Our old siberian husky Kiera is on her way out. Her vision and hearing are all but gone. Her hips and back are weak. Some days she's full of spunk and others she can hardly get up or make it into the yard to shit or piss. We can feel tumors or some sort of growths under her skin in a few places. New ones have popped up in recent weeks.

It's time. My GF goes back and forth on it and I have to wait for her to give me the nod. I dont blame her as the dog, on her good days at least, still loves life and is funny and charming as hell. We have friends and relatives who will stop by just to see and play with her as she gets excited and vocal and is an absolute riot when excited. She loves any and all people, especially kids and old people, and really puts on a show when they visit.

I feel your pain. It's coming within the next 2-3 weeks. My GF is going to be devastated and I'll have to find and sustain my elusive, strong but sensitive side to get us through it. Ughh.

It's hard, to know when the time is right. All the signs are there for us, losing bladder control, really hard time walking, big old lumps growing, can't hear, can't see well anymore. He might be able to soldier on for another month or so, but I don't see the point in dragging it out once the quality of pooch life is pretty much gone.

It is hard to let them go but you know when it's time. And I think you know it. I've had to bury 3. Two piut down due to age and one pup that got his collar entwined with his brother and suffocated. Hate to say it but this thread made me cry a little. [/b] Putting my dogs down were very sad days. My first lab was the best dog I'll ever own. Just special and like someone else mentioned was a dog that people gravitated towards and would ask me about I'm conversation after only meeting him once. He was special. He got a cancerous tumor on his melon that pushed on the nerves in his head and gave him vertigo or something. He would walk sideways like a drunk and occasionally fall over. Vet was kind enough to come to the house and do it there while I held him. Second was his offspring and a good dog
Close but no Oly dog. He kept getting cancerous legions on a leg thst kept coming. Back no matter how many times it was removed. At the end his leg based a bloody placenta looking thing we had to clean and dress everyday. I'd have went forever doing it but we had him x rated and it was in his lungs. Still remember when the er gave him the first shot to shut the heart down how he looked at me. Sad abd hurt like he was saying "I've got more days left how could you? Still breaks my heart to think about it. Now I've got the 3 year old brother killing lab who is 24/7 crazy and pushes me to the limit every day. But ill be sad when he goes as well. The worst part of owning dogs is outliving them. Peace be with you brother you are making the right decision.

Like @dflea said, losing my dogs have made me cry like a baby with shitty diapers burning my ass ... more emotional than I've been with losing some family members. I think somebody put it very well: they trust us implicitly, even when they shouldn't; and just how many people in your life would really run through fire for you? The dog absolutely will w/o even thinking about it.

The one I lost 4 years ago was one of those white labradoodles. She was as sweet as the day is long, looked 95% retriever with some extra smarts from the poodle genes. Also the run of her litter. My brother-in-law is a timber cruiser and used to take her out with him because he'd been stalked by cougars a couple of times and was starting to get a little spooked about it. There were three incidents out in the woods where she showed her balls and loyalty: once, the cougar feelings turned out to be true, and she went somewhat [/i]face to face (from a distance he thinks was about 20 to 40 yards) with a big and apparently hungry cougar (I assume it was hungry because it didn't take off when confronted by the dog, which is what typically happens I'm told). They didn't come to blows thank God, because we know who wins that one, but by freezing the cat while she barked and lunged at it, she gave the brother-in-law time to get his .44 out and get a shot off at the cougar which made him finally run off.

The other two times involved big mean fucking dogs belonging to gypo fallers on the peninsula who typically have these dogs to guard their equipment while they're out cutting. Both times the girl did not back off against multiple big boys and won the barking "fuck you! No fuck you!" contest, which gave the bro in law time to get out of there.

Who else in your life will stand right the fuck in front of you and take on anything that remotely threatens you regardless of her odds of winning the fight? Mind you, this dog was as nice as they fucking come and never bit anyone or anything ever. But she knew when strangers weren't there to play and never hesitated to protect her people. Happier than anyone ever is to see you every day, and lives their entire lives trying to make you happy.

I agree - in many ways, they are better than people.

CUOG!!

It is ironic that they? have the TUFFER mascot isn't it?

I think a Cuogur takes any dog in the ring unless there is a wildlife biologist on the board who can tell us otherwise.

Big male toms will take a mature wolf and kill it. Two wolves is a stand off any more mutts than that and you get the same results as the annual Apple Cup.

 

[creepycoug]

Sorry for you yella. Ive only ever put down one dog due to age and I still cringe when I think about it. Taking life from a trusting pet who doesn't know it's coming and wouldn't understand if you could explain it to him or her is hard, even when it's obviously the right thing.

This is a timely post for me. Our old siberian husky Kiera is on her way out. Her vision and hearing are all but gone. Her hips and back are weak. Some days she's full of spunk and others she can hardly get up or make it into the yard to shit or piss. We can feel tumors or some sort of growths under her skin in a few places. New ones have popped up in recent weeks.

It's time. My GF goes back and forth on it and I have to wait for her to give me the nod. I dont blame her as the dog, on her good days at least, still loves life and is funny and charming as hell. We have friends and relatives who will stop by just to see and play with her as she gets excited and vocal and is an absolute riot when excited. She loves any and all people, especially kids and old people, and really puts on a show when they visit.

I feel your pain. It's coming within the next 2-3 weeks. My GF is going to be devastated and I'll have to find and sustain my elusive, strong but sensitive side to get us through it. Ughh.

It's hard, to know when the time is right. All the signs are there for us, losing bladder control, really hard time walking, big old lumps growing, can't hear, can't see well anymore. He might be able to soldier on for another month or so, but I don't see the point in dragging it out once the quality of pooch life is pretty much gone.

It is hard to let them go but you know when it's time. And I think you know it. I've had to bury 3. Two piut down due to age and one pup that got his collar entwined with his brother and suffocated. Hate to say it but this thread made me cry a little. [/b] Putting my dogs down were very sad days. My first lab was the best dog I'll ever own. Just special and like someone else mentioned was a dog that people gravitated towards and would ask me about I'm conversation after only meeting him once. He was special. He got a cancerous tumor on his melon that pushed on the nerves in his head and gave him vertigo or something. He would walk sideways like a drunk and occasionally fall over. Vet was kind enough to come to the house and do it there while I held him. Second was his offspring and a good dog
Close but no Oly dog. He kept getting cancerous legions on a leg thst kept coming. Back no matter how many times it was removed. At the end his leg based a bloody placenta looking thing we had to clean and dress everyday. I'd have went forever doing it but we had him x rated and it was in his lungs. Still remember when the er gave him the first shot to shut the heart down how he looked at me. Sad abd hurt like he was saying "I've got more days left how could you? Still breaks my heart to think about it. Now I've got the 3 year old brother killing lab who is 24/7 crazy and pushes me to the limit every day. But ill be sad when he goes as well. The worst part of owning dogs is outliving them. Peace be with you brother you are making the right decision.

Like @dflea said, losing my dogs have made me cry like a baby with shitty diapers burning my ass ... more emotional than I've been with losing some family members. I think somebody put it very well: they trust us implicitly, even when they shouldn't; and just how many people in your life would really run through fire for you? The dog absolutely will w/o even thinking about it.

The one I lost 4 years ago was one of those white labradoodles. She was as sweet as the day is long, looked 95% retriever with some extra smarts from the poodle genes. Also the run of her litter. My brother-in-law is a timber cruiser and used to take her out with him because he'd been stalked by cougars a couple of times and was starting to get a little spooked about it. There were three incidents out in the woods where she showed her balls and loyalty: once, the cougar feelings turned out to be true, and she went somewhat [/i]face to face (from a distance he thinks was about 20 to 40 yards) with a big and apparently hungry cougar (I assume it was hungry because it didn't take off when confronted by the dog, which is what typically happens I'm told). They didn't come to blows thank God, because we know who wins that one, but by freezing the cat while she barked and lunged at it, she gave the brother-in-law time to get his .44 out and get a shot off at the cougar which made him finally run off.

The other two times involved big mean fucking dogs belonging to gypo fallers on the peninsula who typically have these dogs to guard their equipment while they're out cutting. Both times the girl did not back off against multiple big boys and won the barking "fuck you! No fuck you!" contest, which gave the bro in law time to get out of there.

Who else in your life will stand right the fuck in front of you and take on anything that remotely threatens you regardless of her odds of winning the fight? Mind you, this dog was as nice as they fucking come and never bit anyone or anything ever. But she knew when strangers weren't there to play and never hesitated to protect her people. Happier than anyone ever is to see you every day, and lives their entire lives trying to make you happy.

I agree - in many ways, they are better than people.

CUOG!!

It is ironic that they? have the TUFFER mascot isn't it?

I think a Cuogur takes any dog in the ring unless there is a wildlife biologist on the board who can tell us otherwise.

Big male toms will take a mature wolf and kill it. Two wolves is a stand off any more mutts than that and you get the same results as the annual Apple Cup.[/b]

I laffed.

 

[dflea]

Like @dflea said, losing my dogs have made me cry like a baby with shitty diapers burning my ass ... more emotional than I've been with losing some family members. I think somebody put it very well: they trust us implicitly, even when they shouldn't; and just how many people in your life would really run through fire for you? The dog absolutely will w/o even thinking about it.

The one I lost 4 years ago was one of those white labradoodles. She was as sweet as the day is long, looked 95% retriever with some extra smarts from the poodle genes. Also the run of her litter. My brother-in-law is a timber cruiser and used to take her out with him because he'd been stalked by cougars a couple of times and was starting to get a little spooked about it. There were three incidents out in the woods where she showed her balls and loyalty: once, the cougar feelings turned out to be true, and she went somewhat [/i]face to face (from a distance he thinks was about 20 to 40 yards) with a big and apparently hungry cougar (I assume it was hungry because it didn't take off when confronted by the dog, which is what typically happens I'm told). They didn't come to blows thank God, because we know who wins that one, but by freezing the cat while she barked and lunged at it, she gave the brother-in-law time to get his .44 out and get a shot off at the cougar which made him finally run off.

The other two times involved big mean fucking dogs belonging to gypo fallers[/b] on the peninsula who typically have these dogs to guard their equipment while they're out cutting. Both times the girl did not back off against multiple big boys and won the barking "fuck you! No fuck you!" contest, which gave the bro in law time to get out of there.

Who else in your life will stand right the fuck in front of you and take on anything that remotely threatens you regardless of her odds of winning the fight? Mind you, this dog was as nice as they fucking come and never bit anyone or anything ever. But she knew when strangers weren't there to play and never hesitated to protect her people. Happier than anyone ever is to see you every day, and lives their entire lives trying to make you happy.

I agree - in many ways, they are better than people.

Not too many people know the term gypo.

The first football team I was on was the Mt. View Gypo Loggers. Our sponsors were TUFF.

 

[Doog_de_Jour]

Sorry for you yella. Ive only ever put down one dog due to age and I still cringe when I think about it. Taking life from a trusting pet who doesn't know it's coming and wouldn't understand if you could explain it to him or her is hard, even when it's obviously the right thing.

This is a timely post for me. Our old siberian husky Kiera is on her way out. Her vision and hearing are all but gone. Her hips and back are weak. Some days she's full of spunk and others she can hardly get up or make it into the yard to shit or piss. We can feel tumors or some sort of growths under her skin in a few places. New ones have popped up in recent weeks.

It's time. My GF goes back and forth on it and I have to wait for her to give me the nod. I dont blame her as the dog, on her good days at least, still loves life and is funny and charming as hell. We have friends and relatives who will stop by just to see and play with her as she gets excited and vocal and is an absolute riot when excited. She loves any and all people, especially kids and old people, and really puts on a show when they visit.

I feel your pain. It's coming within the next 2-3 weeks. My GF is going to be devastated and I'll have to find and sustain my elusive, strong but sensitive side to get us through it. Ughh.

It's hard, to know when the time is right. All the signs are there for us, losing bladder control, really hard time walking, big old lumps growing, can't hear, can't see well anymore. He might be able to soldier on for another month or so, but I don't see the point in dragging it out once the quality of pooch life is pretty much gone.

It is hard to let them go but you know when it's time. And I think you know it. I've had to bury 3. Two piut down due to age and one pup that got his collar entwined with his brother and suffocated. Hate to say it but this thread made me cry a little. [/b] Putting my dogs down were very sad days. My first lab was the best dog I'll ever own. Just special and like someone else mentioned was a dog that people gravitated towards and would ask me about I'm conversation after only meeting him once. He was special. He got a cancerous tumor on his melon that pushed on the nerves in his head and gave him vertigo or something. He would walk sideways like a drunk and occasionally fall over. Vet was kind enough to come to the house and do it there while I held him. Second was his offspring and a good dog
Close but no Oly dog. He kept getting cancerous legions on a leg thst kept coming. Back no matter how many times it was removed. At the end his leg based a bloody placenta looking thing we had to clean and dress everyday. I'd have went forever doing it but we had him x rated and it was in his lungs. Still remember when the er gave him the first shot to shut the heart down how he looked at me. Sad abd hurt like he was saying "I've got more days left how could you? Still breaks my heart to think about it. Now I've got the 3 year old brother killing lab who is 24/7 crazy and pushes me to the limit every day. But ill be sad when he goes as well. The worst part of owning dogs is outliving them. Peace be with you brother you are making the right decision.

Like @dflea said, losing my dogs have made me cry like a baby with shitty diapers burning my ass ... more emotional than I've been with losing some family members. I think somebody put it very well: they trust us implicitly, even when they shouldn't; and just how many people in your life would really run through fire for you? The dog absolutely will w/o even thinking about it.

The one I lost 4 years ago was one of those white labradoodles. She was as sweet as the day is long, looked 95% retriever with some extra smarts from the poodle genes. Also the run of her litter. My brother-in-law is a timber cruiser and used to take her out with him because he'd been stalked by cougars a couple of times and was starting to get a little spooked about it. There were three incidents out in the woods where she showed her balls and loyalty: once, the cougar feelings turned out to be true, and she went somewhat [/i]face to face (from a distance he thinks was about 20 to 40 yards) with a big and apparently hungry cougar (I assume it was hungry because it didn't take off when confronted by the dog, which is what typically happens I'm told). They didn't come to blows thank God, because we know who wins that one, but by freezing the cat while she barked and lunged at it, she gave the brother-in-law time to get his .44 out and get a shot off at the cougar which made him finally run off.

The other two times involved big mean fucking dogs belonging to gypo fallers on the peninsula who typically have these dogs to guard their equipment while they're out cutting. Both times the girl did not back off against multiple big boys and won the barking "fuck you! No fuck you!" contest, which gave the bro in law time to get out of there.

Who else in your life will stand right the fuck in front of you and take on anything that remotely threatens you regardless of her odds of winning the fight? Mind you, this dog was as nice as they fucking come and never bit anyone or anything ever. But she knew when strangers weren't there to play and never hesitated to protect her people. Happier than anyone ever is to see you every day, and lives their entire lives trying to make you happy.

I agree - in many ways, they are better than people.

CUOG!!

It is ironic that they? have the TUFFER mascot isn't it?

I think a Cuogur takes any dog in the ring unless there is a wildlife biologist on the board who can tell us otherwise.

Well, yeah, the Cougar is a vicious animal.

Careful.

 

[Gilbystaint]

@YellowSnow , puppy’s on the way, if interested. I know it is early and I am sorry for your loss. I had to put down my all time favorite dog because of a brain tumor. Feel the family pain

 

[StLouisDawg]

I was just thinking it’s about time to get another dog. It’s been 4 years. Painful time. Cried like a baby. Ugly crying.

I prefer to remember the time before the true end when I thought I would have to put my blonde cocker spaniel down. Wife loved that dog more than our children. Definitely more than me. We were down on the farm in southeast Missouri and about midnight the dog had some sort of seizure. Shaking, he goes into the bathroom and shits himself and is clearly not doing good. Wife stays with him all night in the bathroom and we agree it’s vet time in the morning. We both know what is probably coming. Dog is 13 years old and been declining. 1 year already of having to take him down the steps to go outside.

Only problem is I promised oldest kid we would go fishing at 6 am. I ask that she wait until I’m back, probably around 10. The boy and I leave at 6, dog is a lump by the toilet and wife has been crying all night.

That was a Looong 4 hours of fishing. It was a cold morning, I was kinda hung over, and no one caught a damn thing and hanging over it all is the thought of putting the dog down. And my boy is a pissy little fucker, was angry about not catching fish and ended up breaking his pole somehow. Bought him another at Cletus’ Rip Off bait and tackle. $100 for a new pole and reel.

By the way, I fucking hate fishing and the only reason we are up at 6 is the boy wants to experience “real fishing” since the two fully stocked catfish ponds (we sell commercially) aren’t “real fishing”. Ya know, the ponds you can see from the house. With a deck. And a cooler. And that people pay money to fish.

I get back, dog can’t stand. Wife goes to clean herself up to go to the vet (southern woman). I sit on the couch and the dog, very weakly, comes around the corner almost like he’s doing a dance and lays down beside me. Was almost like he was doing a Michigan j. Frog routine. He looked bad but any movement was good. He walked a bit more, very delicately.

Get to the vet. Rural farm vet, not the citi slicker we’d been going to. Looks at him for 15 minutes and says “well, probably had a stroke. He’s in pain from arthritis and a couple other things and part of it is age. If no second seizure by now it was most likely a singular event but keep an eye on him. Here’s a prescription for the pain, some arthritis pills and lets give him a testosterone shot. That’ll be $37.50.”

By the afternoon the dog is running around the yard chasing the farm cats (13 cats, 1 dog, they tortured him all the time). Has a little droop on one side of his face that makes him even more loveable. Gave him pain pills and other meds every day for the next 3 years till it was his time. There was even a short reprieve from taking him up and down the steps every day, twice a day so he could do his business.

Best use of modern medicine I ever experienced. That dog was love. Velvet fur and meat burps.

I’m gonna go sniffle a little over a whiskey glass...

 

[PurpleThrobber]

Sorry for you yella. Ive only ever put down one dog due to age and I still cringe when I think about it. Taking life from a trusting pet who doesn't know it's coming and wouldn't understand if you could explain it to him or her is hard, even when it's obviously the right thing.

This is a timely post for me. Our old siberian husky Kiera is on her way out. Her vision and hearing are all but gone. Her hips and back are weak. Some days she's full of spunk and others she can hardly get up or make it into the yard to shit or piss. We can feel tumors or some sort of growths under her skin in a few places. New ones have popped up in recent weeks.

It's time. My GF goes back and forth on it and I have to wait for her to give me the nod. I dont blame her as the dog, on her good days at least, still loves life and is funny and charming as hell. We have friends and relatives who will stop by just to see and play with her as she gets excited and vocal and is an absolute riot when excited. She loves any and all people, especially kids and old people, and really puts on a show when they visit.

I feel your pain. It's coming within the next 2-3 weeks. My GF is going to be devastated and I'll have to find and sustain my elusive, strong but sensitive side to get us through it. Ughh.

It's hard, to know when the time is right. All the signs are there for us, losing bladder control, really hard time walking, big old lumps growing, can't hear, can't see well anymore. He might be able to soldier on for another month or so, but I don't see the point in dragging it out once the quality of pooch life is pretty much gone.

It is hard to let them go but you know when it's time. And I think you know it. I've had to bury 3. Two piut down due to age and one pup that got his collar entwined with his brother and suffocated. Hate to say it but this thread made me cry a little. [/b] Putting my dogs down were very sad days. My first lab was the best dog I'll ever own. Just special and like someone else mentioned was a dog that people gravitated towards and would ask me about I'm conversation after only meeting him once. He was special. He got a cancerous tumor on his melon that pushed on the nerves in his head and gave him vertigo or something. He would walk sideways like a drunk and occasionally fall over. Vet was kind enough to come to the house and do it there while I held him. Second was his offspring and a good dog
Close but no Oly dog. He kept getting cancerous legions on a leg thst kept coming. Back no matter how many times it was removed. At the end his leg based a bloody placenta looking thing we had to clean and dress everyday. I'd have went forever doing it but we had him x rated and it was in his lungs. Still remember when the er gave him the first shot to shut the heart down how he looked at me. Sad abd hurt like he was saying "I've got more days left how could you? Still breaks my heart to think about it. Now I've got the 3 year old brother killing lab who is 24/7 crazy and pushes me to the limit every day. But ill be sad when he goes as well. The worst part of owning dogs is outliving them. Peace be with you brother you are making the right decision.

Like @dflea said, losing my dogs have made me cry like a baby with shitty diapers burning my ass ... more emotional than I've been with losing some family members. I think somebody put it very well: they trust us implicitly, even when they shouldn't; and just how many people in your life would really run through fire for you? The dog absolutely will w/o even thinking about it.

The one I lost 4 years ago was one of those white labradoodles. She was as sweet as the day is long, looked 95% retriever with some extra smarts from the poodle genes. Also the run of her litter. My brother-in-law is a timber cruiser and used to take her out with him because he'd been stalked by cougars a couple of times and was starting to get a little spooked about it. There were three incidents out in the woods where she showed her balls and loyalty: once, the cougar feelings turned out to be true, and she went somewhat [/i]face to face (from a distance he thinks was about 20 to 40 yards) with a big and apparently hungry cougar (I assume it was hungry because it didn't take off when confronted by the dog, which is what typically happens I'm told). They didn't come to blows thank God, because we know who wins that one, but by freezing the cat while she barked and lunged at it, she gave the brother-in-law time to get his .44 out and get a shot off at the cougar which made him finally run off.

The other two times involved big mean fucking dogs belonging to gypo fallers on the peninsula who typically have these dogs to guard their equipment while they're out cutting. Both times the girl did not back off against multiple big boys and won the barking "fuck you! No fuck you!" contest, which gave the bro in law time to get out of there.

Who else in your life will stand right the fuck in front of you and take on anything that remotely threatens you regardless of her odds of winning the fight? Mind you, this dog was as nice as they fucking come and never bit anyone or anything ever. But she knew when strangers weren't there to play and never hesitated to protect her people. Happier than anyone ever is to see you every day, and lives their entire lives trying to make you happy.

I agree - in many ways, they are better than people.

CUOG!!

It is ironic that they? have the TUFFER mascot isn't it?

I think a Cuogur takes any dog in the ring unless there is a wildlife biologist on the board who can tell us otherwise.

Well, yeah, the Cougar is a vicious animal.

Every time I see that I think, "One time batshit crazy sex with that woman would be incredible. Just one time. Under an assumed name."