Update on My Dawg
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RIP YellaSnowMaker?
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The end is nigh. Fitting week for it, I suppose.BennyBeaver said:RIP YellaSnowMaker?
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I've had to do this before. Totally sucks and have regrets to this very day. Dicks cheeseburger was the last meal. Ashes scattered at the beach, his favorite place.YellowSnow said:
The end is nigh. Fitting week for it, I suppose.BennyBeaver said:RIP YellaSnowMaker?
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Oregon week is the best week to lose a dogYellowSnow said:
The end is nigh. Fitting week for it, I suppose.BennyBeaver said:RIP YellaSnowMaker?
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He won't make it that long.RaceBannon said:
Oregon week is the best week to lose a dogYellowSnow said:
The end is nigh. Fitting week for it, I suppose.BennyBeaver said:RIP YellaSnowMaker?
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Sorry to hear that man. It really does suck. I had to do that 4 years ago. Right before the middle one headed back east to you know where. Right after our grad party for the kid, I found her lying by the Rainbow playset I haven't had the heart to take down. She wouldn't get up and it was "oh oh" obvious that there was something wrong because that dog would walk through fire to come when called. Took her in to the pet ER in Kirkland, and by the next day it was clear we had to put her down. Tumor was pushing against her adrenal gland making her breathing pretty fast and all that shit.
Kids tried to stay in the room and couldn't. I stayed behind and was with her until the end. Crushing.
As you know, I'm not one for mysticism and all that "meaning" shit. But I believe until this day she knew somehow that her girl was leaving and held on long enough to see her through ... childhood or whatever. When you have multiple kids, one of them is always closest to the dog. She was always more the middle kid's dog than anybody else. It was fitting she was around and had fun at her HS grad party before checking out.
Haven't had the stones to spread her ashes yet. They're in my home office.
My heart goes out to you Yella. -
Damn bro. T&P for real
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Damncreepycoug said:Sorry to hear that man. It really does suck. I had to do that 4 years ago. Right before the middle one headed back east to you know where. Right after our grad party for the kid, I found her lying by the Rainbow playset I haven't had the heart to take down. She wouldn't get up and it was "oh oh" obvious that there was something wrong because that dog would walk through fire to come when called. Took her in to the pet ER in Kirkland, and by the next day it was clear we had to put her down. Tumor was pushing against her adrenal gland making her breathing pretty fast and all that shit.
Kids tried to stay in the room and couldn't. I stayed behind and was with her until the end. Crushing.
As you know, I'm not one for mysticism and all that "meaning" shit. But I believe until this day she knew somehow that her girl was leaving and held on long enough to see her through ... childhood or whatever. When you have multiple kids, one of them is always closest to the dog. She was always more the middle kid's dog than anybody else. It was fitting she was around and had fun at her HS grad party before checking out.
Haven't had the stones to spread her ashes yet. They're in my home office.
My heart goes out to you Yella. -
It's been a long, complicated relationship with the pooch. He's as neurotic and anxious as a poodle gets, which is a notorious trait in the breed. We butted heads a lot over 8 years. But he was our? Dawg that we rescued (at age 5) and you can't get buyer's remorse with a pooch.creepycoug said:Sorry to hear that man. It really does suck. I had to do that 4 years ago. Right before the middle one headed back east to you know where. Right after our grad party for the kid, I found her lying by the Rainbow playset I haven't had the heart to take down. She wouldn't get up and it was "oh oh" obvious that there was something wrong because that dog would walk through fire to come when called. Took her in to the pet ER in Kirkland, and by the next day it was clear we had to put her down. Tumor was pushing against her adrenal gland making her breathing pretty fast and all that shit.
Kids tried to stay in the room and couldn't. I stayed behind and was with her until the end. Crushing.
As you know, I'm not one for mysticism and all that "meaning" shit. But I believe until this day she knew somehow that her girl was leaving and held on long enough to see her through ... childhood or whatever. When you have multiple kids, one of them is always closest to the dog. She was always more the middle kid's dog than anybody else. It was fitting she was around and had fun at her HS grad party before checking out.
Haven't had the stones to spread her ashes yet. They're in my home office.
My heart goes out to you Yella. -
That's right.YellowSnow said:
It's been a long, complicated relationship with the pooch. He's and neurotic and anxious as a poodle gets, which is a notorious trait in the breed. We butted heads a lot over 8 years. But he was our? Dawg that we rescued (at age 5) and you can't get buyer's remorse with a pooch.creepycoug said:Sorry to hear that man. It really does suck. I had to do that 4 years ago. Right before the middle one headed back east to you know where. Right after our grad party for the kid, I found her lying by the Rainbow playset I haven't had the heart to take down. She wouldn't get up and it was "oh oh" obvious that there was something wrong because that dog would walk through fire to come when called. Took her in to the pet ER in Kirkland, and by the next day it was clear we had to put her down. Tumor was pushing against her adrenal gland making her breathing pretty fast and all that shit.
Kids tried to stay in the room and couldn't. I stayed behind and was with her until the end. Crushing.
As you know, I'm not one for mysticism and all that "meaning" shit. But I believe until this day she knew somehow that her girl was leaving and held on long enough to see her through ... childhood or whatever. When you have multiple kids, one of them is always closest to the dog. She was always more the middle kid's dog than anybody else. It was fitting she was around and had fun at her HS grad party before checking out.
Haven't had the stones to spread her ashes yet. They're in my home office.
My heart goes out to you Yella. -
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.chuck said: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. -
I'll be honest. When our last lab died, I cried harder than when my brother was killed. That dog was like one of our kids and I was devastated when she passed. We had the vet come to the house and give her the lights out shot there.creepycoug said:Sorry to hear that man. It really does suck. I had to do that 4 years ago. Right before the middle one headed back east to you know where. Right after our grad party for the kid, I found her lying by the Rainbow playset I haven't had the heart to take down. She wouldn't get up and it was "oh oh" obvious that there was something wrong because that dog would walk through fire to come when called. Took her in to the pet ER in Kirkland, and by the next day it was clear we had to put her down. Tumor was pushing against her adrenal gland making her breathing pretty fast and all that shit.
Kids tried to stay in the room and couldn't. I stayed behind and was with her until the end. Crushing.
As you know, I'm not one for mysticism and all that "meaning" shit. But I believe until this day she knew somehow that her girl was leaving and held on long enough to see her through ... childhood or whatever. When you have multiple kids, one of them is always closest to the dog. She was always more the middle kid's dog than anybody else. It was fitting she was around and had fun at her HS grad party before checking out.
Haven't had the stones to spread her ashes yet. They're in my home office.
My heart goes out to you Yella.
I wasn't sure I wanted another dog because I didn't want to deal with having to put another dog down and I didn't think another dog would be able to fill the shoes of our last one. But a couple of years went by and we decided to get another. So we did.
We now have a 9 month old white Husky, and that dog is wearing my ass out. She's a sweetheart but my god, the energy. I may not outlive this one. I don't know how I went a couple years without a dog now. Life is just better with a dawg in the house.
Sorry to hear your hound is on the ropes, Yella. Best wishes. -
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Huskies are great, but a pain in the ass. All they want to do is run. We had a husky Sheppard mix in my fam about 20 years ago. Every time Dawgs scored a TD again Miami in 2000 the Dawg would start howling like a wolf.dflea said:
I'll be honest. When our last lab died, I cried harder than when my brother was killed. That dog was like one of our kids and I was devastated when she passed. We had the vet come to the house and give her the lights out shot there.creepycoug said:Sorry to hear that man. It really does suck. I had to do that 4 years ago. Right before the middle one headed back east to you know where. Right after our grad party for the kid, I found her lying by the Rainbow playset I haven't had the heart to take down. She wouldn't get up and it was "oh oh" obvious that there was something wrong because that dog would walk through fire to come when called. Took her in to the pet ER in Kirkland, and by the next day it was clear we had to put her down. Tumor was pushing against her adrenal gland making her breathing pretty fast and all that shit.
Kids tried to stay in the room and couldn't. I stayed behind and was with her until the end. Crushing.
As you know, I'm not one for mysticism and all that "meaning" shit. But I believe until this day she knew somehow that her girl was leaving and held on long enough to see her through ... childhood or whatever. When you have multiple kids, one of them is always closest to the dog. She was always more the middle kid's dog than anybody else. It was fitting she was around and had fun at her HS grad party before checking out.
Haven't had the stones to spread her ashes yet. They're in my home office.
My heart goes out to you Yella.
I wasn't sure I wanted another dog because I didn't want to deal with having to put another dog down and I didn't think another dog would be able to fill the shoes of our last one. But a couple of years went by and we decided to get another. So we did.
We now have a 9 month old white Husky, and that dog is wearing my ass out. She's a sweetheart but my god, the energy. I may not outlive this one. I don't know how I went a couple years without a dog now. Life is just better with a dawg in the house.
Sorry to hear your hound is on the ropes, Yella. Best wishes. -
Huskies are horrible creatures...stubborn, too smart and independent of thought, and impossible not to love. Our old girl is the third for me plus two that my brother has had which I spent a lot of time with.dflea said:
I'll be honest. When our last lab died, I cried harder than when my brother was killed. That dog was like one of our kids and I was devastated when she passed. We had the vet come to the house and give her the lights out shot there.creepycoug said:Sorry to hear that man. It really does suck. I had to do that 4 years ago. Right before the middle one headed back east to you know where. Right after our grad party for the kid, I found her lying by the Rainbow playset I haven't had the heart to take down. She wouldn't get up and it was "oh oh" obvious that there was something wrong because that dog would walk through fire to come when called. Took her in to the pet ER in Kirkland, and by the next day it was clear we had to put her down. Tumor was pushing against her adrenal gland making her breathing pretty fast and all that shit.
Kids tried to stay in the room and couldn't. I stayed behind and was with her until the end. Crushing.
As you know, I'm not one for mysticism and all that "meaning" shit. But I believe until this day she knew somehow that her girl was leaving and held on long enough to see her through ... childhood or whatever. When you have multiple kids, one of them is always closest to the dog. She was always more the middle kid's dog than anybody else. It was fitting she was around and had fun at her HS grad party before checking out.
Haven't had the stones to spread her ashes yet. They're in my home office.
My heart goes out to you Yella.
I wasn't sure I wanted another dog because I didn't want to deal with having to put another dog down and I didn't think another dog would be able to fill the shoes of our last one. But a couple of years went by and we decided to get another. So we did.
We now have a 9 month old white Husky, and that dog is wearing my ass out. She's a sweetheart but my god, the energy. I may not outlive this one. I don't know how I went a couple years without a dog now. Life is just better with a dawg in the house.
Sorry to hear your hound is on the ropes, Yella. Best wishes.
I'll never get another one (said that before...twice), but I sure do love the breed when they're someone else's problem. -
Probably inappropriate right now, but this thread delivers
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That's the point. Group therapy session about Old Yellar moments.FirePete said:Probably inappropriate right now, but this thread delivers
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My kids' cat got eaten by coyotes last month, waah waah
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GO DAWGS!!!BearsWiin said:My kids' cat got eaten by coyotes last month, waah waah
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I drove my mom's cat to the death camp when we had to put her in the homeBearsWiin said:My kids' cat got eaten by coyotes last month, waah waah
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Whatever, pussy. We lost 5 cats to coyotes growing up in TUFF Southern California.BearsWiin said:My kids' cat got eaten by coyotes last month, waah waah
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First six are consensualYellowSnow said:
Whatever, pussy. We lost 5 cats to coyotes growing up in TUFF Southern California.BearsWiin said:My kids' cat got eaten by coyotes last month, waah waah
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We put down my Springer Spaniel when I was in middle school. I was absolutely grief stricken.
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In Southern California, basically yes. Kittie lives don't matter to the Messican coyotes down there. You have to be prepared to lose some Kitties.FirePete said:
First six are consensualYellowSnow said:
Whatever, pussy. We lost 5 cats to coyotes growing up in TUFF Southern California.BearsWiin said:My kids' cat got eaten by coyotes last month, waah waah
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This is why I have a suicide pact with my dog. I won't be able to go on.
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Well Yella this sucks
@chuck your comment best describes our? football team "Huskies are horrible creatures...stubborn, too smart and independent of thought, and impossible not to love." -
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In full truthiness, that’s the only bitch Softy has ever cuddled with.dnc said:Softy's a wagon jumping bitchdoog
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I had a couple dogs growing up and both of them were killed with 20 feet of each other because they got out of the yard when I was in high school.
Fast forward 10 years, I'm in the Army and married and we get a dog. Looked like Benji. Anyway, I get transferred to Korea and you don't want to take a dog there for obvious reasons. The ex-wife was moving back in with her parents and her mom was highly allergic so we had to give the dog away. The fucker who we found to take the dog shows up to our house early and leaves with the dog before I get home from work. That fucking killed me and I swore off having another dog until I was out of the military.
Fast forward another 10+ years. I'm retired from the Army, divorced and remarried. We decide to get a dog and I convince Mrs. Nacho to get a Doberman. Like most dogs, this fucker was amazing. At about 2 1/2 year old, we discover he has a rare, nasty cancer. Get his leg amputated and we're told his chances of making it another 12 months were almost zero.
He made it another 9 months and we had to make the call. We took to the beach before going to the vet and I had a ziploc bag of dog treats in my jacket pocket. When we ran out of treats, it was time to go to the vet. The vet came in, made sure we were ready and then left the room, I started bawling like a baby. I called in sick to work for an entire week.
We spread his ashes in the backyard and in the dunes at the ocean and keep the rest at home. About a year later, I'm wearing the jacket from that day and put my hand in the pocket and feel a Ziploc bag. At first, I had no idea why it was in there but when I pulled it out, I realized the connection. I probably got teary eyed at that.
It's been 2 1/2 years since we put him down and just a week ago, I was crying over it.
Fucking dogs man.
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