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December 15, 2013


I had a feeling that when you were looking for a dog and got Zu Zu, part of the motivation (conscious or unconscious) was to have a "back-up" for 12 yr. old Serena (at the time) whose inevitable passing was approaching.

My sincere sympathies. I feel I knew the dog having read many comments about her and seeing her on the dock in one of my favorite pictures.

It is tough to lose a good pet. We had to put our beloved yellow lab to sleep while in the midst of a cross-country move. Fecal incontinence seems to go with the territory during the end game (pun intended) with many dogs. It was for our lab. There were big messes and extra fees at motels as we made our trip. The dog was so distressed and depressed because she could not control herself. Her breathing was labored. Every move was an effort. She had to be lifted into the back of the SUV. Her enlarged heart was failing fast.

A wise and kind veterinarian in Baton Rouge, LA helped us to realize that our dog's time had come. I still appreciate 8 yrs. later his adroit and sensitive handling of the situation. She was given the injection while wrapped in my arms. I felt the life force go out of her. Of course I cried. My family cried. I was numb/in shock for the rest of the trip. Her ashes were mailed to us and by now they have long been absorbed by a big palo verde tree on the property that I see every day.

My childhood dog, a schnauzer, lived to be 18 but for all intents and purposes (enjoyment of life) was dead at 15. He was deaf, blind, arthritic and as incontinent as it is possible to be. He was a fecal faucet. He lived in a heavily newspapered service porch area. It was not good. One family member was unwilling to let go, but they finally acquiesced and the dog was put to sleep.

This aging thing takes courage to face. May you all fare as well as possible in this journey we all must take.

The baby boom generation is getting along in years. Buy stock in adult diaper companies.

tucson, thanks for your support, and sharing your own painful experiences. Yeah, it's tough to lose a beloved dog. Really tough.

Hardest thing for me today was seeing her dog bowl sitting on the counter along with some other Serena-stuff my wife had out to donate to the Humane Society.

I fed Serena every night for 13 years. Geez, that was her bowl! For a while I was both angry and sad. I wanted to keep that damn bowl! Then I realized that what I really wanted was Serena healthy again, eating out of her bowl.

And that couldn't happen. She was gone. Time to let go. But it takes time to do that. Fortunately, our other dog, Zu Zu, is coping better than I expected. In fact, I can't see any difference in her demeanor.

If anything, she seems to be enjoying her elevation to Top Dog status. Now she eats where Serena used to eat. And gets to lie on Serena's pad. That helps, to see Zu Zu acting normally. We went on a normal dog walk tonight. Except Serena wasn't there.

Sad. But life goes on. Life is full of ups and downs. Serena's death was a downer. You're right, by the way: Laurel consciously wanted a second "back up" dog.

Driving home from the vet yesterday, she said "I can't understand how people do this who don't have another dog." Zu Zu was in the car while Serena was euthanized. We didn't want her present. But it sure helped our feelings to have Zu Zu waiting for us, and to be able to drive home with her.

Then the three of us went on a walk.

The family pet, really is a family member. We say we are not afraid of death, but the "going to sleep" is still heart breaking. I guess, a few moments of being heart broken is kinda healthy and normal.

Then time passes and life just goes on.........

My sympathies.

Our Shep turned 12 in August, and is now experiencing the same back leg and incontinence problems.

I know some time has passed; sure it's still not easy for you, our sympathies go out to you. We just had to put our almost 15 year old female Belgian Malinois to sleep the past Wednesday. One of the most difficult decisions we've had to make in a long time. While she had a IVDD, and was being treated, she suffered something this past Sunday, while not really certain, I believe it was a stroke. I rushed her for immediate emergency care; where appeared she was making some progress, but not able to stand. Our vet gave us two options, see a neurologist or the unfortunately. We took her to some of the best neurology care possible, only to find more serious underlying issues, from a very large aortic blood clot, and issues with her kidneys, which depleted a critical protein element (without it causes more blood clots). by this time, she was able to stand and walk. Additional tests were being performed and sent to Cornell to determine the root cause of the protein depletion in her kidneys. We decided we wanted her to come home to commence her recovery, so the specialist provided detailed instructions, from change in diet, medications, etc... One major problem, she would no longer be able to take anti-inflammatory meds, in essence this has been her saving grace and kept her mobile. We brought her home, followed the specific instructions, new meds for blood clots, strict diet (Renal food), baby aspirin, fish oils... Needless to say, we catered to her that evening, and early morning hours when she asked to go out. Even in her worst days she always asked to go outside to do her stuff. On Wednesday morning we woke up and catered to her took her favorite spot behind our home which backs up to a lake; she laid there and while very alert, stared into the distance and eyes starting to close... She resisted my attempt to bring her inside the home, so I asked my wife to sit with her for a little longer.

My wife spends a another fifteen minutes with her outside, and tells me she believes our dog told her it's time and wasn't doing well. So i picked her up and brought her inside the house, placing her on her bed. As my wife and I discussed the situation, our dog simply stared at us as if she knew what we were discussing. We called the vet to discuss with her, and once we said we would be there soon, what's most ironic, our dog immediately stood up and started walking towards the hallway and direction to the door leading to the garage. I immediately placed a leash on her and stopped her short of my home office; here's something even more peculiar, our other dog (male) same bread, he commences to whine and head to the front door as if he needs to relieve himself. So i ask my wife to take the female and I'd take the male to do his stuff but instead I go out to the side of the house. He never actually did anything, but, my wife said the female decided she wanted to go out the front door, more ironic, my wife said our dog got a burst of energy and practically fast walked (fastest we've seen in a long time) to the front of the home. waiting for me to come. My wife said, she's read when dogs are ready they sometimes run into a spot where they can hide and pass on... it appeared to my wife our dog was doing just that.

So the underling reasons we thought it was best to have our dog get the eternal rest she needed - She was already suffering, and the showing signs with the lack of mobility due to anti-inflammatory meds.. but, The thought of our girl having an aortic aneurysm or rectal failure which very well could have occurred at any moment would have been an extremely painful death for our dog; and not something we could live with.

We performed a great service for her; sat underneath a tree, I fed her, gave her water, we stroked and spoke to her all the way till the end. We picked up her cremated remains yesterday; and all of our including our other dog miss her dearly. I was doing well writing this message, until now.

Last night I came across Dr. Haynes message; and we completely agree, but still very difficult to cope with. Thank you for listening.

Thank you for this post. Serena's symptoms were an exact match for my boy, Wookie's. Reading this post made me finally decide to take him to the vet - he was booked in on Friday. But yesterday (Tuesday) he took a turn for the worse; this morning he couldn't walk at all, so I had to book an emergency appointment for him.

He's gone now and whilst part of me wishes I had booked his appointment a week earlier, so he didn't have to struggle this morning. But then I know I would have always wondered if I'd done it too early.

Thanks again - your words really helped me.

Wook, you have my sympathy. Yes, there is a time to make this decision. Only someone who loves his/her pet knows when this time is. You did the right thing.

I feel that with our dog, Serena, also. Helping pets leave this world comfortably, at the right time -- that's a good thing.

Thank you so much for your words, you will never know how much peace they have brought to me. We had to put our Buddy to sleep this week at the ripe old age of 19 years, 7 months, and although his body was pretty strong, his mind was very weak. I have been crying nonstop and wondering if we did the right thing, your story made me realize we did. Thank you for sharing.

Linda, your message means a lot to me. Much appreciated. I'm glad you're more at peace now with your tough decision.

I am so sorry for your loss of Serena. Reading her story made me cry and touched my heart. I recently went through the same thing with my almost 16 year old dog, Uschi. She was a tiny little black Lab (35 lbs) and our first family pet. We loved her with all our heart! She did amazingly well until she turned 15. At this time she had a long dental surgery in which several absessed teeth were removed. It seems that after that she never regained her full strength. Her last four months sounded almost exactly like Serena's....the runaway train, weak back legs, regular "poop explosions", urinary tract infections that didn't respond well to antibiotics, and finally the very worst, dementia. This was the cruelest of all. Twice she became entangled in kitchen chairs and luggage. This was the deciding factor in euthanasia. I like you, had hoped that she would pass away quietly in her sleep. It was not meant to be. The hardest part of choosing euthanasia was that she still took walks everyday, although slow, and ate with enthusiasm the home cooked meals I prepared for her. Eating became an ordeal, too, though, as she stumbled over her bowls and frequently walked through them knocking their contents everywhere. It broke my heart watching this. I knew that I could not let her suffer anymore. I wish that I would have read your article before Uschi died. It has been so hard. It has been 6 weeks and I still cry. Our animal companions have a way of wrapping themselves around our hearts!

Christina, thanks for sharing your story. You loved your dog so much, just as we did. You did the right thing, just as we did. These are difficult decisions. But when the time feels right to euthanize, this is what needs to be done for the good of both dog and owner.

Thank you for your response,Brian.
I know we both made the right decision, but the process leading up to it was agonizing. Wanting to make sure that I had done everything humanly possible to make her old age better and more comfortable. Tried so many things. Tried more things. Exhausted all options. Exhausted myself. And finally, reaching the decision which would get Uschi out of pain and break my heart. I am comforted only by knowing that she is no longer suffering. She like your Serena, will live on in our hearts forever...

First of all my heartfelt sorrow on your loss, and if you accept them, a prayer to your lovely dog. And my apologies if my thoughts are mixed up.

My sweet little 10+ year old Lobo, is having issues with his rear left leg, a Rotweiler/German sheperd mix, making it hip dysplacia, a slow deteriorating condition.

Everyday for the last 2 months have been a daily struggle of trying to accept that it might be his time. Normally an active dog he now struggles up the stairs, with his leg shaking visibly, and the occasional yelp of pain(with obvious symptoms of discomfort/pain),I'm also thinking he's not sleeping through the night). While on walks he can do 25 minutes but is panting heavily when done.

But aside of this, Lobo happily lays down next to me/girlfriend and my daughter, and his joy in eating (I've always spoiled him by sharing my food). and walks, my god how active/happy he gets when I offer to go for a walk( almost like my puppy of yesteryear). That is why I'm struggling with putting him down, with those things bringing so much joy still.
Should the joy outweigh the pain. I don't want him to suffer but I don't want to ever think it was too early, or that I'm made him suffer for my meaningless ideas/feelings. The idea of erring either way tears at me. I do anything for him, even ending his life. Like most of our pets he's been a beacon of hope and love when it seem life would sweep you under a wave of pain and misery. That unconditional love when I get home and that howl of joy with his wagging tail I receive when I get home is worth any pain I will suffer. People say/write you will know when it's time, but I feel I'm at that blades edge where it's seems right one moment, and the next like the cruelest sin, considering how happy he's at that moment.
Any ideas or thoughts on this matter would be greatly welcome.

Jaime, have you forgotten advice from your vet, and ruled out an injury or disease to the leg or hip that can be treated? This was my wife's first thought. She has owned several dogs with hip problems.

Also, is your dog getting any medication for the pain? Our dog was on Rimadyl, which helped her quite a bit.

If the condition is indeed degenerative, it can't be treated, and nothing can be done about the pain -- that's the time to consider putting your dog to sleep if it is clearly suffering.

But make sure you ask a vet, or maybe several vets, to get second opinions, if there is anything that can be done to make your dog more comfortable and/or treat its leg/hip problem.

Yes sir, my dear boy is on pain killers, and anti inflammation medicine, I have let him sleep with me on the bed the last few nights. I've stayed up with him. He sleeps in 15-35 minutes spurts then wakes up panting heavily. I know the vet is trying to take any and all options but won't hint at euthenasia. And I understand why she won't, ill see if she can give him a stronger pain killer.

my last significant other (cat) died on my lap but not before suffering during the night and weeks/month prior which I did not understand until too late. I am ashamed I was so selfish as to fool myself that he would get better.

My darling Maggie, is confused, skittish as she thinks everything she does is wrong. her back end is weak and she urinates on herself and it appears she is sitting when she poops outside and she is going more and more often in the house "when she feels like it". I crate her when I cannot keep constant watch on her but feel it is wrong. everything is baby gated but she still does what she has to and any time -especially when she can find carpet -that is her target. AM I being selfish? I watched my last pet suffer because I was weak. Am I being selfish because I am tired of cleaning up pee and poo and chasing after her because she get lost and feels a need to wander? I cannot afford hundreds/thousands to try to fix her.

This is helping me. Our little Shiba Inu, Saki, is slated to go down this afternoon at 5pm; we have a vet coming to our house. Saki is clearly demented; she doesn't know who we are anymore, and there is no joy when we come home, like there used to be. She stands in her food bowl, gets tangled up under stools, stares at walls, and has no recognition when she looks at me. I think she's deaf, and probably nearly blind, as she trips over things, but manages to avoid large rocks and trees. We have rugs everywhere to help her, as her legs splay out if she's on the hardwood floor. She can't sit. We feed her by hand, making meals of hamburger or chicken with rice, sweet potato, and cheese. Her once glorious tail that arched smartly over her back has been straight down for well over a year. I have been carrying her outside to do her stuff several times a day for months now. She sometimes forgets where she is and poops on the floor, but it's never messy. This morning I took her to the park and to the beach, and she power-walked for over 90 minutes with tail held high! It's almost as if she was flaunting it, like she knows what's up. It's tearing me apart! She did some awkward "hops" and "jumps" (she was an incredible athlete in her prime!), so I know she wants to run, at least in her mind, but the body won't cooperate. She flinches when we try to pet her, and will walk away. She stopped sleeping in her bed months ago, and instead opts for the floor, front feet splayed out like she passed out. She'll never chase another squirrel, scramble after a tennis ball, or scatter a gaggle of geese. It's obvious she'll never run to greet us again, or vocalize for a treat. She's been simply existing for the past few months: eating, pooping (once every couple of days) and peeing, and lots of sleeping. We're terrified to leave her with friends, afraid she'll take a terrible turn for the worse in our absence, so we've curtailed our own activities for weekends (she long ago made it clear she hated riding in the car, which she used to absolutely love; now she screams). Our vet just now called; says that a last day of energy is common; many times the dog can sense a change of energy from their owners, and we can consider this a "parting gift", a memory that Saki would want us to have, to know she'll be OK, and to remember her how she was. Tears are streaming down my face as I write this, and although I know she won't get any better, I still want to cling to the thought of having her around. The alternative is very difficult to think of right now. So, the vet will come, and do an assessment, and we can change our minds right up the last second, but I have a feeling that we will let her go.

Sandy, thanks for sharing your feelings and thoughts so openly. It's tough, really tough, to endure what you're going through. But also wonderful in a way, because the love you feel for your dog is what is causing you so much pain. The love and the pain are one thing, not two.

I've got tears in my eyes also. I miss our Serena, because I loved her so much. Life is what it is, though. Without the love, we wouldn't feel the pain. To care so much about your dog, to be with her and supporting her all the way -- that's wonderful and a great gift for Saki.

So...we let her go. She's gone now. We are hanging outside, sharing stories with our friends who also loved her. We feel empty, and the emptiness in the house is almost unbearable. I know it will get better, but for now, it's almost surreal. Can't wrap my head around the idea that I'll never see her again. This feels worse than when I lost my father. I know the pain will eventually subside somewhat, but I feel I must carry this in her honor. Thank you so much Brian for your kind words...very helpful! Life does and will go on. I will never forget her.

I found this article at a time I need it most. My bulldog is almost 11 and 2 weeks ago she was diagnosed with CHF, arrhythmia, a heart murmur and a large mass was discovered on her heart, which is quite large. We have her on 4 different medications. The vet said she has 3-9 months at best, and we've been struggling with the decision to help her over Rainbow Bridge.

The past week, she's peed over herself constantly, stays in her bed, and I've had to carry her outside. Also, she didn't want anyone petting her, and she'd just walk away if you tried. She is confused, walking into things, and getting lost in the yard. Today we scheduled her appt for Monday to say goodbye.

Then, wouldn't you know, she's acting pretty normal. Came out of her crate, no accidents, let me pet her and love her. Looks me right in the eye and doesn't seem confused. I kept thinking, I should cancel this appt. I can't let her go.

I typed into Google about putting dogs to sleep and came across this article. There are 2 things you said that stuck out at me:

"Usually it doesn't work that way. Dogs typically go through a protracted difficult dying process."

The vet told me this on Friday. I don't want her to collapse or have a heart attack in front of me or my family. Ultimately, due to her arrythmia, that is what will happen.

Second, you said, "If you can save your dog or cat even one day of discomfort, you must."

Today, while she totes around, posing in her tough stance like bulldogs do, barks at me when she wants water or food, and looks at me with adoring eyes, I must remember that TODAY she is doing okay, but tomorrow, or Thursday, she could have a bad day. Her bad days, I think, outweigh her good ones.

Being almost 11, she's lived a long life for a bulldog. She's super tough, so even though she may not show pain, I know she's in it. The vet told me it is very difficult for her to breathe. All that is keeping her alive at this point are the pills we give her every day. But those don't mask any pain she is in.

How do we want to remember her? Like she is today, in this moment, where she seems normal. Not the day we get her up in the morning, and she's already left us, scared in the middle of the night. This way, we can be with her, and pet her, and tell her it's okay.

Thank you so much for this post. I am sure I will struggle with the decision up until the moment I can't change it, but I take comfort in reading this, and feeling reassured we are making the right decision.

Thank you so much for sharing your experience. I am so sorry for your loss. I have been struggling for 5 days about and crying lots over doing the right thing for 14 yr old my lab mix, Lil Bit. I have made an appointment on Monday for her to be put to sleep. I have been still struggling with that decision. However, after reading your experience I now know I am doing the right thing for her.

She too has the fecal incontinence that you were talking about. This week has lost feeling in her right hind leg with doesn't allow her to walk anymore. My Vet thinks it is from another tumor growing back and pressing on her spine. We have to help her with a sling to be able to get up. She now has urinary incontinence too.

My struggle has been that she still has a light in her eye that I just love. Your blog has made me realize that I need to give her, her dignity back and be at peace.

Thank you, Thank you for sharing!

Kristin, we still think about our beloved Serena a lot. But we have no regrets about giving her a peaceful putting to sleep with my wife and I holding her.

Everything dies. Dogs, us, everyone. It is natural to cling to life, both our own and that of loved ones. Yet it also is natural to flow with what life brings, including death.

There will be tears for you, I'm sure, as there were for us. Find the peace within the tears.

Thank you so much for this article. My 15 year old dachshund, Oscar, is having many of the same problems. He wasn't IVDD, but just has a spot in his back that makes everything behind it not work very well.

I have been crying and agonizing over whether it's time -- I've gotten soooo tired of hearing "You will know when it's time." This is not my first rodeo. Since I was a child, I have had close to 20 dogs, and I have been with all of them when they went, except for one. All but two were put to sleep from old age and side effects of old age.

Oscar is the first dog I have ever had with CCD - Canine Cognitive Disease, or as we call it, Doggyheimer's. I looked after my father when he had the same disease, and some days it was pure hell. I've actually said that some days with Oscar are worse than Dad ever was. To make matters worse, he is like the one person above commented in that when he sits -- about ever three to four steps -- he has to be helped up. We've had the poopy problems and now he's started peeing in the house all the time too. But he still loves to eat and he loves to go outside and sit in the grass and lift his nose to the breeze. His ears flap back and he looks like he is smiling.

Your statement about wanting Serena to just go to sleep in her own bed....wow. I can't number the times I've said that in the last couple of months. And then your statement about being put to sleep IS the same thing as falling asleep in their bed. You have helped greatly with that. I can't thank you enough, because I never looked at it that way.

And yes, every time I speak of a visit to the vet, he suddenly becomes able to walk better and lets me pat him and hold him just a little bit longer than is normal anymore. Little stinker!!

I'm really struggling today. My husband and I have made the decision to put our 13 year-old shepherd mix to sleep this afternoon. He developed hip dysplasia at a young age. We were not told about surgery as an option. However, Scrappy, has had an active life. He has a ball that he has played fetch with for as long as I can remember. He even survived being lost for 2 months and Jesus blessed us with having him home again! My struggle is that,although he still eats, drinks, and goes outside to relieve himself, most times he can no longer stand on his own. He has lost so much muscle in his back legs that he wobbles just to stand. His mind is still sharp enough and he wags his tail when he sees us, but my heart knows he's suffering. I do not want his suffering to develop to a worse stage. My husband and I have 4-legged children and love them dearly. I've asked Jesus for signs today and I know in my heart he has given them to me. I understand and sympathize with anyone in this position. It is truly one of the hardest things to do. I explained to my boss today that knowing what my husband and I will be facing this afternoon, I wouldn't be much help at work. She wasn't happy but she wasn't mad either. Serena's story has helped me so much. God bless you for sharing.

This article and comments have been a blessing. 24 hours ago we made the difficult decision to finally let Hank go. Hank has always been a special needs pup. When we rescued him he was my "discount" dog who came 50% off since he was considered special needs. We found after only a short period of time he just need love and acceptance of his quirks. Well about a year ago his quirks started to become worrisome. First the staring off into space went from once and awhile to all he would do. We confirmed with our vet he had CCD and we put him on medication after a few months there was no change so we took him off and started the wait and see game. Fast forward to July. The once and awhile accidents became an everyday issue. He wouldn't only have the accidents but then had no issues painting the room (he had no idea what he was doing)...he would get lost finding his way to the dog door and even on the very sad occasion go full force into the glass door...he would bump into the walls....got lost under a bar stool (all he had to do was lower his chin but couldn't do even that...not wanting to be near us, he would look at us but he wasn't LOOKING at us, I'm sure that makes sense to you....these are just a few examples so we contacted our vet to discuss the "next step" I promise you the next day the flip was switched and Hank was back we decided to then take it day by day. He went weeks of going outside no issues, my cuddle bug was back! I knew he wasn't magically cured but I would take whatever time I could get. a few weeks ago the confusion came back. He was getting stuck in corners, stepping into his food bowls getting lost outside and then this past week while I was holding him on Sunday he pooped in my arms. I could write for days all his symptoms and examples but we decided Thursday night after finding him in the middle of the room covered in his poop that we just couldn't do this to him anymore so I called the vet Friday and she came over at 4:00. While waiting for the vet to come over he managed to go outside several times and I was hating myself until I watched him miss the door coming back in, fell over on his side and couldn't right himself. I had to run down the deck stairs and get him. He passed peacefully in my arms and even saying all that he went through I am hating myself thinking I did it too soon. I KNOW my brain is battling with my heart but I keep telling myself we could have had one more day. No sooner I calm down something ANYTHING sets me off. I think what is so hard is his little mind gave up before his body did. He did have arthritis but that was manageable. He LOOKED like a healthy 14-15 year old doxie. Very little grey, still a plump little shape (well if you felt his rear he was missing a lot of muscle)...it just didn't seem like it was it time. God I miss you Hank. Thank you so much for this. I've read lots articles about sick dogs, cancer, visible illness but to read about other furbabies with this mental decease helps me see I'm not alone with all these feelings.

Misty, thanks so much for sharing your story of your love for Hank, and his love for you. I had tears in my eyes as I read your comment to my wife. We are hugely impressed by how well you cared for Hank in both his last days, and before.

Thank you for you all sharing your experiences, and I'm sorry for you all your losses.
Having composed myself again, I felt compelled to share our situation. Rosie is our 15.5 year old Lakeland Terrier who is physically healthy,but due to sudden deafness occurring (within a week about 2 years ago), dementia set in (she's quite blind too). Simple things like having her tea, then forgetting she'd eaten and wanting it again but more stressful things like pacing, not settling, fretting at night time etc. The vet tried various medications all which failed to touch the sides and she recommended a pet behaviourist, which was very encouraging for ideas to try,but Rosie just didn't want to know (she's never had an interest with toys even when younger). In the end, the vet just advised to keep feeding her if she thinks she's hungry,but this results in loss of bowel control as her body is coping with so much food,it simply "falls out" while she's walking. She's always been with us 24 hours a day as she had separation anxiety as a young dog (we rescued her at 18months old) but now life is becoming increasingly difficult. She displays all the symptoms that you have all experienced - blank looks, loss of character etc and the vet's parting words in July for vaccinations was "come back when you've had enough". The only time she gets excited(if you can call it that) is if she sees another dog (she now hates all dogs) and she is quite aggressive.
I feel exactly the same as all of you in that you want a peaceful end for her and by prolonging Rosie's life may mean that it won't be, but my husband just can't bear to come to this decision (she's always been his dog, if you know what I mean). Rosie is alive and healthy in the physical respect, but she's just existing really and her life is no fun. He says that if there was something physically wrong, then it would be a much easier decision to make, but until something triggers that decision moment....but I don't want to make him feel like I'm forcing the issue. Thanks for reading x

It's 3.30 am and I have just returned to bed after wakening up realising once again our lovely 14 year old labrador has suffered (faecal) incontinence.

Your story is exactly the stage where we are at with our beautiful "old faithful" dog. She can still slowly go for a walk and seems to enjoy it, her back legs are week and looses balance quite often, and the faecal incontinence is a twice daily occurrence. But she still wags her tail and knows when it's dinner and chew stick time...even with only 2 teeth. We discussed tonight once again about knowing when the time is right...It is so so hard, thus me finding your story in the early hours. I know deep down it is time and truth be told I wish the decision was taken from me. But what you said is so true she is well now and she could go to sleep pain free and dignified as I would want....but it's just leading her into the vets knowing. I hope I haven't gone on too much. Thank you.

Hi I had a little bulldog called frank I had him at 5 weeks as his mum was rejecting him when I took him on I knew he had fluid on the brain but I fell in love with him the moment I seen him, brought him home and made him into my little baby he was spoilt rotten and had everything I can't even write in words how much this little baby bulldog ment to me the vet had said he will only last 2 weeks but 3 months on frank was going strong untill Monday be was very sleepy no energy always vomiting and wouldn't drink water frank then started having fits throthing at the mouth and nose walking and running in circles and yelping I left it a few hours and just mothered him phoned in sick to look after him later on on Wednesday I took him to the vet and the vet said the pressure on his brain is getting worse and that it would be best to put him to sleep I couldn't accept the fact my baby boy was going to go heaven and I'll never see him again eventually I agreed what was best for frank as the vet said he would die in a fit very soon and I could not be there so he would be scared, since I've put my handsome baby to sleep I can't eat sleep work I'm so emotionally drained and feel guilty I can't help but feel lots of guilt it's haunting me what can I do to help me stop feeling guilty :( mammy loves you to the moon and back frank and you will always be my first puppy and will always be my no1 special boy xxxxxx frank died at only 13 weeks old :(

Gemma, your dearly-loved Frank was suffering. You did the right thing, stopping his pain and confusion. If Frank could have talked, he would have told you, "Momma, help me; make the pain stop." And you did, because somehow, from the depths of your love, you knew what Frank wanted. Again, you did the right thing, because it came out of love.

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Strange Up Salem

Welcome to HinesSight

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    My local political rants are now made on this badass blog. Check it out. Dirty politics, outrageous actions, sleaze, backroom deals — we’re on it. 

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