2021 was hell.
Lost my mum to cancer, Lost my aunt shortly after that, And a week later my uncle passed as well.
I was stuck in a horrible, toxic job and luckily I had my amazing girlfriend to keep me positive.
I always wanted a dog. I grew up with several and always had one until I moved out. For the last ten years I tried to make it so that I could have a dog and give him the life he deserves. But it never worked out.
Now it’s 2022
New job, much more flexibility, working from home…. I guess we all know where this goes!
Meet Anton!
https://imgur.com/a/kxgVO6R
He’s a senior, was abandoned in some industrial yard and has been at the shelter since summer.
Well, no more shelter for Anton! We are in the middle of the adoption process and just need to finish some paperwork and have some more visits to get accustomed to each other before he moves hin.
He’s a poodle/dachshund mix and just so sweet and gentle.
https://i.imgur.com/9PwiQ8f.jpg
I just wanted to share this with someone.
Have a wonderful day!
Just like the title. I miss him so much already, and would love to hear some stories about man's best friend. It's OK if they're sad, as long as they're well written.
My little dude is 17 possibly 18. He’s had dementia/canine cognitive decline for at least 2 years now. He stopped responding to his name a long time ago. I thought he was just going hard of hearing because of his age but as of today he has every symptom of dementia! He often walks in circles, he keeps his head tilted. He gets stuck behind doors. He stares at the walls & runs in to and under the furniture at times. He no longer tells me when he needs to potty and has been peeing in the house since July (I have to stay on top of it and take him out at regular intervals otherwise he does his business in the house). He stopped sleeping through the night in July as well. For a month he was sun downing from midnight until 5am, wandering around confused and sometimes panicked. I tried dog melatonin and it not only made him worse but it gave him diarrhea. His sleeping eventually got better for a while. Now he’s waking up every hour & a half to 2 hours, I take him outside and he pees then we go back to bed until he wakes up again. Rinse lather repeat all night. I am exhausted! Because he doesn’t just go right back to sleep, he tries to wander. We have hardwood floors through out so I am woken up every time he gets up. Can’t let him wander while I sleep because there will be multiple pee puddles in the morning and my kids won’t see it till they’ve stepped in it. I have nowhere to contain him except my bedroom which has the damn hardwood floors too. So I have to get out of bed and put him back in his bed a few times before he stays and sleeps. Anyway I still see signs of him being here-he knows when it’s dinner time and he still gets excited for treats. He seems to recognize me at times. I am not ready to put him down but damn am I tired! I clean up at least 2 messes a day. I am averaging 6 continuously interrupted hours of sleep a night. I don’t know if it’s cruel to keep him alive. He doesn’t seem to be unhappy or suffering (pain wise). I just don’t know what to do. I can’t keep living like this but I’m not ready to say goodbye and I am not convinced it’s his time to go. Anyone been through this and how did you know it was “time”?
Hey guys. Just made the extremely difficult decision to let our 12-year-old Havanese go today. Want to thank all of the previous posts for helping me know what to expect.
We’re going to cremate him and get one of those clay imprints of his paw. What’s a helpful way to keep him in my memory? My girlfriend recommended we get a nice little frame with my favorite pic of him to keep in my living room. I think that’s a really nice tribute to my pal
My dog died today. I always told myself that when she had to be put down, I would be there with her so I could say goodbye and let her know she was loved. But they had to cut her open to look at the tumor and because of that I couldn't be there.
The last time I saw her she was terrified and I didn't even get to say goodbye I just gave her a halfhearted hug because I thought she would be okay. I never got to kiss her snout or scratch her ribs in just the right spot, I'll never get to play with her ears to where she'll pretend to bite at me and roll around on the couch, I'm never gonna get to take her on another walk, I'll never feel her paw smacking me in the face when she wants something, I'll never get to see her stupid face when you scratch behind her ears, I'll never get to comfort her when she's scared, and I wasn't there for her during her final moments when she was the most terrified and I just can't get over it.
I can't believe that she's gone I keep expecting to see her big white lump on the couch or on my bed and I'm never going to again, I'm never going to come home after a long day and sit on the chair of the couch in order to give her a big hug, I'll never be able to lay my head on her chest and listen to her breathing or her heart beating, I'll never be able to hear her barking at me when I come home, I'll never be able to experience the childlike happiness I felt when she sneezed, I'll never get to be mad at her when she throws up on the carpet, I'll never be able to remind her to remind me where she pooped so I can grab it on the way home, I'll never be able to love my fucking dog again and I can't fucking stand it, I can't fucking hug a pile of ashes or wipe it's drool off my pants, I can't smell a pile of ashes when it comes in from the rain, I can't take a pile of ashes on walks and I can't love a pile of ashes, I can only put it in a fucking urn and leave it to be forgotten, I want my fucking dog back I wish I could have taken her on one more walk or given her a hug, I'll never be able to do anything with her again and I fucking hate it, and I fucking hate myself for ever being mean to her and not being there for her at the end, and I hate how much I resent my other dog for not being the one to die because he doesn't deserve that but I can't help it, and I hate my parents for not letting me see her one last time and I hate the fucking doctors for not having the decency to put a tarp over her back half so I could kiss her wet nose on
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An interview with Simone Giertz, a YouTube person I've never heard of, and Denise Fenzi, the trainer, whose own experiences and statements about "giving up" on difficult dogs have been the subject of a lot of gossip among Dog People. Here is a link to the article, which includes a link to an original, longer podcast version. There isn't really anything new here. I suppose the real point is that these topics seem to be gaining attention in mainstream media outlets.
loosing my dog forever. How do you let go and say goodbye after 12 years of love and loyalty and companionship. It hurts so dam much. I keep hoping he will make till Christmas but I do not know if that will happen. I am crying a lot cause I don't want to let go of my sweet love.
