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Liz CA
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My formerly rambunctious, full-of-life, protective canine friend has been afflicted with a heinous autoimmune disease. 

 

I would like for him to die at home, peacefully on his bed because I hate having to drive a live animal (even if barely alive) to the vet for his last shot...I would much rather haul him there just for the cremation. 

Totally irrational? Yes, probably. This never gets any easier in 25 years of having dogs.

 

He has been refusing food since last night. He is pumped full of meds because the vet and we have tried everything within reason but I think the time has come to say good-bye.

He is miserable without the meds as his system attacks itself, he is almost more miserable on meds, no appetite, lethargic, muscles almost completely atrophied, cannot push up from a sitting position any longer. If dh had not worked from home this morning when Ted collapsed on the ramp leading from the back door to the outside, I could not have heaved him in since he is a very large breed.

 

 

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oh Liz, sorry to hear that

I'm sort of on death watch here with my newf x. I think his end is near but he's still eating & I still got  some tail wags from him yesterday and this morning. Unless the current meds induce a miraculous recovery I'll be making the drive through McDonalds for cheeseburgers en route to the final vet visit any day though.  My guy is barely walking too :'(

I hate this part too.

I hope your boy gently slips away in your arms.

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Oh man, I'm really sorry.  My brother was able to take his sweet dog to the woods, the place he (the dog) loved the most, and a vet met him there.  It was peaceful.

 

The deaths of my dogs were some of the most difficult, painful things I have ever experienced.  I know how it feels.  :grouphug: :grouphug:

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My prayers were answered and Ted passed away peacefully at home while I held his head around 12:45 this morning. Euthanasia appointment was for 9 a.m.

I am relieved he is not suffering any longer but I miss seeing his funny face.

I didn't want to "like" the post, but I'm glad Ted's passing was peaceful and that you got to be here with him. I'm very sorry for your loss. :(

 

:grouphug: :grouphug: :grouphug:

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My prayers were answered and Ted passed away peacefully at home while I held his head around 12:45 this morning. Euthanasia appointment was for 9 a.m.

I am relieved he is not suffering any longer but I miss seeing his funny face.

 

I don't "like" your post at all. But there isn't an option to click for "I'm really glad you didn't have to take him in, and that he died peacefully in your arms." :grouphug: and more :grouphug:

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aawwww, ((((Liz)))))

Run Free, Ted.

 

Grieve Not

 

Grieve not,

nor speak of me with tears,

but laugh and talk of me

as if I were beside you...

I loved you so --

'twas Heaven here with you.

 

by Isla Paschal Richardson

 

I wanted to like it more than once...but I also wanted to thank you for this! I just emailed it to dh.

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I've changed my ways a little; I cannot now

Run with you in the evenings along the shore,
Except in a kind of dream; and you,
If you dream a moment,
You see me there.
 
So leave awhile the paw-marks on the front door
Where I used to scratch to go out or in,
And you'd soon open; leave on the kitchen floor
The marks of my drinking-pan.
 
I cannot lie by your fire as I used to do
On the warm stone,
Nor at the foot of your bed; no,
All the nights through I lie alone.
 
But your kind thought has laid me less than six feet
Outside your window where firelight so often plays,
And where you sit to read‚
And I fear often grieving for me‚
Every night your lamplight lies on my place.
 
You, man and woman, live so long, it is hard
To think of you ever dying.
A little dog would get tired, living so long.
I hope that when you are lying
Under the ground like me your lives will appear
As good and joyful as mine.
 
No, dears, that's too much hope:
You are not so well cared for as I have been.
And never have known the passionate undivided
Fidelities that I knew.
Your minds are perhaps too active, too many-sided...
But to me you were true.
 
You were never masters, but friends. I was your friend.
I loved you well, and was loved. Deep love endures
To the end and far past the end. If this is my end,
I am not lonely. I am not afraid. I am still yours.

 

Robinson Jeffers - The House Dog's Grave

 

Bill

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My prayers were answered and Ted passed away peacefully at home while I held his head around 12:45 this morning. Euthanasia appointment was for 9 a.m.

I am relieved he is not suffering any longer but I miss seeing his funny face.

 

I'm glad it happened the way you had hoped...but sorry your furry friend is gone.

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I'm crying at the poetry and sentiments.

 

Liz, I'm so sorry your baby is gone, but I hope it's some very small comfort that he was able to pass peacefully.  One cannot ask for more than that at the end, and I'm sure he knew he was adored and was sad to leave you.

 

May Ted rest in peace, and may you cherish the memories you made together.  :grouphug:

 

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I've changed my ways a little; I cannot now

Run with you in the evenings along the shore,

Except in a kind of dream; and you,

If you dream a moment,

You see me there.

 

So leave awhile the paw-marks on the front door

Where I used to scratch to go out or in,

And you'd soon open; leave on the kitchen floor

The marks of my drinking-pan.

 

I cannot lie by your fire as I used to do

On the warm stone,

Nor at the foot of your bed; no,

All the nights through I lie alone.

 

But your kind thought has laid me less than six feet

Outside your window where firelight so often plays,

And where you sit to read‚

And I fear often grieving for me‚

Every night your lamplight lies on my place.

 

You, man and woman, live so long, it is hard

To think of you ever dying.

A little dog would get tired, living so long.

I hope that when you are lying

Under the ground like me your lives will appear

As good and joyful as mine.

 

No, dears, that's too much hope:

You are not so well cared for as I have been.

And never have known the passionate undivided

Fidelities that I knew.

Your minds are perhaps too active, too many-sided...

But to me you were true.

 

You were never masters, but friends. I was your friend.

I loved you well, and was loved. Deep love endures

To the end and far past the end. If this is my end,

I am not lonely. I am not afraid. I am still yours.

 

Robinson Jeffers - The House Dog's Grave

 

Bill

 

Ah Bill...crying is good for the soul, right?

 

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I've changed my ways a little; I cannot now

Run with you in the evenings along the shore,

Except in a kind of dream; and you,

If you dream a moment,

You see me there.

 

So leave awhile the paw-marks on the front door

Where I used to scratch to go out or in,

And you'd soon open; leave on the kitchen floor

The marks of my drinking-pan.

 

I cannot lie by your fire as I used to do

On the warm stone,

Nor at the foot of your bed; no,

All the nights through I lie alone.

 

But your kind thought has laid me less than six feet

Outside your window where firelight so often plays,

And where you sit to read‚

And I fear often grieving for me‚

Every night your lamplight lies on my place.

 

You, man and woman, live so long, it is hard

To think of you ever dying.

A little dog would get tired, living so long.

I hope that when you are lying

Under the ground like me your lives will appear

As good and joyful as mine.

 

No, dears, that's too much hope:

You are not so well cared for as I have been.

And never have known the passionate undivided

Fidelities that I knew.

Your minds are perhaps too active, too many-sided...

But to me you were true.

 

You were never masters, but friends. I was your friend.

I loved you well, and was loved. Deep love endures

To the end and far past the end. If this is my end,

I am not lonely. I am not afraid. I am still yours.

 

Robinson Jeffers - The House Dog's Grave

 

Bill

 

This makes me think of my Border Collie who we lost about a year and a half ago.  She was truly my heart dog. 

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