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I'm ok, at least for now. Tried to rescue one yesterday and one again right afterwards. That helped some. He would have wanted me to try to help. He never met anyone he didn't like....well, at least everyone except the Sheriff that pulled us over once. He approached Oscar's side of the car. I rolled down the window, Oscar turned and looked at him, rolled his eyes, stuck his nose up higher than normal (no sniff), turned his head and looked the other way the entire time. He's NEVER done that before to anyone, it was hilarious!
 
So sorry Billy but probably for the best
 
weewillie said:
So sorry Billy but probably for the best
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Kelly and I were just talking about that. We were in a "final funnel", no matter what we did or what happened it would end in the same place. He hurt himself trying to get on the sofa (actually, I hurt him by having to pick him up to get him off. Can't let him just back down as that would pound his already bad front shoulder.) He had the painful abdomen contractions afterwards. I changed the way I had things on the floor that night, he went to sleep and did fairly well other than trying to run in his sleep which jams up his back. ( I would wake when he did that and get him to stop)

He awoke in the morning, saw me, wagged his tail and started towards me, got hung up on the now higher memory foam and his back legs fell. I picked him up, which hurt him and the contractions started. He walk around to the side of the foam (which was blocking his path if he was trying to get to the front door) I didn't know if he was coming towards me or the door. I slid the foam so he could pass but he was standing on the sheet that was under the foam on one of his back legs.( I didn't realize that.) Well, that didn't go well... I managed to get him back on his normal bed, he was still in a large amount of pain. I got him settled down and woke Kelly up. We planned/had to take him in anyway as I called the vet the night before after the sofa incident. I wasn't comfortable with what the vet suggested as a course of treatment for the pain as it wouldn't have done any good. He could no longer move freely, I nor the vet could no longer help him and burning up his liver with what we were already doing wasn't a solution. I had said to myself before that if it happened again (we thought it was his stomach again at first) that I had to do something immediately. Everything lined up properly yesterday morning so I took the opportunity do make him as comfortable as I could. I couldn't let him go through it again AND I needed Kelly here with her car to transport him. Historically, he has always had problems at the absolute worse possible time to get him medical attention. I'm just thankful I was in a position to do this with as little discomfort for him as possible. The vet opened 5 minutes after this happened and they took him straight in. He was a good boy.
 
Sucks, man.

Sorry. Really, really sorry.
 
A Dog's Prayer

Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.

Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.

Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.

When it is cold and wet, please take me inside... for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements... and I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth... though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land... for you are my god... and I am your devoted worshiper.

Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger.

And, beloved master, should the Great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest...and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.

--Beth Norman Harris
 
I'm so very sorry to hear about your loss Billy. It's been a year now (Dec. 6th to be exact) since I lost my best friend of 16 years, and I still go out regularly to his grave. I sit out there and remember all the good times with him, when he was a pup, how he always was happy to see me when I came home, how we'd go for long walks on hot summer evenings but I digress. While you no longer have him, you'll always have your memories with him. Thinking about this now, I should really put a bench out by my dogs grave so I don't have to sit on the ground anymore, I digress again. Keep him in your heart every day, and every day will be a little easier than the day before.
 
I'm actually doing quite well and much better than I ever expected. Most of the shock and horror came that time when he couldn't move or get up two weeks ago. I'm still mulling things over, "coulda, woulda shoulda.." but I think I'm going to be o.k. That most difficult part is I have to change how I talk now for Kelly's sake. She gets upset every time I mention him. What's really strange is I'm usually the one you can't say anything in front of and I don't want to talk about it . All things considered, I'd have to say I'm doing great which is a surprise, I never thought I would be able to handle it this well this early. We'll see how things go once his ashes come back.
 
You need to do something meaningful with his ashes. When I had to have our Siberian Husky put down I decided to take his to a place in the woods where we often walked. It was at the top of a hill and when we got there he always wanted to take off. Since he was a Husky he was never off his leash and he always wanted to run. My wife and I went up on a windy day. When the wind was right I cast him to the wind and said " run Nanook run".
 
Rhodyspit75 said:
You need to do something meaningful with his ashes. ".
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Kelly had the vet clip some hair to do "horse hair" pendants for both of us. We can also make an ash glaze from his remains as well but I'm in no hurry. I really wanted to burry him (although I can't stand the thought of him in the cold wet ground.) It was raining hard all day not to mention I couldn't bring myself to build a coffin or dig the hole so...

This was playing in the background on the radio when they hit him with the first shot, it didn't make things any easier.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JxPj3GAYYZ0

I have mixed feelings about it. It wasn't intentional by the staff, it just went down that way. While part of my says that was someone letting me know it was time, it kinda ****** me off too... It was fitting as fitting can be but still...

I can't listen to it anymore, at least not right now.
 
I am so sorry for your loss. It may be hard to do now but eventually the pain goes away and you are left with nothing but warm memories of your little fury friend. It goes without saying that he had the best of humans for his family and well being.
Peace be with you and Kelly.
 
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