Pretty kitty cat. I used to have cats before I had dogs. Love the little critters.
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Pretty kitty cat. I used to have cats before I had dogs. Love the little critters.
So does my dog.
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losing one of my boys would throw me into a deep tailspin, sorry for the loss, no matter how long ago it was...
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Nick sorry about you dog passing, do you have any other pets, Nick? We had 12 dogs at one time and now we have 5.
When we had dumpster sites people would throw their dog at the dump. Makes me sick. Well, we would take the dog home with us. One after another. Then they did away the dumpsters now I don't know where these poor dogs go. I hate people that do cruel thing to animal and people for that matter.
Did I say Welcome back St_Nick. Welcome back.
Nick sorry about you dog passing, do you have any other pets, Nick? We had 12 dogs at one time and now we have 5.
When we had dumpster sites people would throw their dog at the dump. Makes me sick. Well, we would take the dog home with us. One after another. Then they did away the dumpsters now I don't know where these poor dogs go. I hate people that do cruel thing to animal and people for that matter.
Did I say Welcome back St_Nick. Welcome back.
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I am just about to loose a cat. Tater is almost 20. I know it is time but Mrs Pute can't bring herself to do what needs doing. Sad time around the house.
Sorry Bro, Pets become so important in our lives and now that I have age a bit, even more so
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Sorry but when its time you have to do what you feel is right for the pet and not the owner
But you know that, having the wife agree is the hard part.
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I hate the feeling of knowing a trusted friend is at the end of the line. I do take comfort in the fact that she lived a pampered life. She is resting comfortably.....unfortunately she has a rough time getting around.
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I am spoiling my boy Jo more than usual(he is spoiled rotten) because I see the end coming. More lumps than I can count on him and difficulty getting around at 10 years old. I am bringing him in for his check up and need to get him some pain dampeners I think. The vet won’t be happy with his weight but one of his true joys in life is a meaty marrow bone… 
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Dieing critters got me misty eyed. We had a Shetland Sheepdog named Nicky. She was the sweetest old thing. She hated vets with a passion. Put her in the car and she'd shake 'til we got back home. Last rabies shot, the vet checked her over and said that she'd just about reached the end of the trail. A couple of months later, she got where she couldn't walk. After three days of picking her up, carrying her outside, laying her on her side, and then cleaning her up after she'd messed herself, my wife said it was time for her last vet trip.
I told her to pack the kid up and go shopping. I went out behind the barn and laid a blanket down in the snow and leaned a .22 Ruger up against the side of the barn. I carried her out and laid her on the blanket and set down beside her and petted her for half an hour. She was smiling; her little eyes just twinkled. I reached for the Ruger and put three rounds in her ear so fast you'd have sworn it was a machine gun. She never flinched. She never had to have that last moment in fear at the vets office. I sat down and cried like a friggin' baby.
Sometimes is sucks to be a man.
I told her to pack the kid up and go shopping. I went out behind the barn and laid a blanket down in the snow and leaned a .22 Ruger up against the side of the barn. I carried her out and laid her on the blanket and set down beside her and petted her for half an hour. She was smiling; her little eyes just twinkled. I reached for the Ruger and put three rounds in her ear so fast you'd have sworn it was a machine gun. She never flinched. She never had to have that last moment in fear at the vets office. I sat down and cried like a friggin' baby.
Sometimes is sucks to be a man.
Sorry Bro, I have done the same and will take it with me.
St_Nick
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I haven't recovered yet. I took Harley to the vet 10 days before Christmas at 9 am and little guy started having seizures about 5:30 that night. I babied him all night long but it was evident by morning that my dog was gone. The animal was still there but his mind couldn't take it. He was 14 and had been my only companion for the last 10 years. I'll get another one but its gonna take a while. I cried like a baby when I put the 9 to his head but I know he din't feel a thing. The hard part was not putting it to my own head after.
Same here brother. My last buddy was 14 and had throat cancer. He was a schnauzer. I watched him suffer through seizures a few times and finally put him down. Cried like a baby. Now I have another schnauzer and he is now 7yrs old.i never use pesticides on him and he gets Fromm's dog food. Gonna keep him as healthy as possible.
A MAN AND HIS DOG
A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that his faithful dog had been dead for many years. He wondered where the road was leading them. After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. As he reached the wall, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch, and the street that led to the gate made from pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.
When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"
"This is heaven, sir," the man answered.
"Wow! Would you happen to have some water? We have traveled far," the man said.
"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up."
The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."
The man thought a moment, remembering all the years this dog remained loyal to him and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going. After another long walk he came to a plain dirt road, which led through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
"Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water? We have traveled far."
"Yes, sure, there's a faucet over there." The man pointed to a place that couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in and help yourself."
"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to his dog.
"There should be a bowl by the faucet; he is welcome to share."
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned faucet with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree waiting for them.
"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.
"This is heaven," was the answer.
"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was heaven, too."
"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell."
"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"
"No. We're just happy that they screen out the folks who'd leave their best friends behind in exchange for material things."
A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that his faithful dog had been dead for many years. He wondered where the road was leading them. After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. As he reached the wall, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch, and the street that led to the gate made from pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.
When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"
"This is heaven, sir," the man answered.
"Wow! Would you happen to have some water? We have traveled far," the man said.
"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up."
The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."
The man thought a moment, remembering all the years this dog remained loyal to him and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going. After another long walk he came to a plain dirt road, which led through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
"Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water? We have traveled far."
"Yes, sure, there's a faucet over there." The man pointed to a place that couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in and help yourself."
"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to his dog.
"There should be a bowl by the faucet; he is welcome to share."
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned faucet with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree waiting for them.
"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.
"This is heaven," was the answer.
"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was heaven, too."
"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell."
"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"
"No. We're just happy that they screen out the folks who'd leave their best friends behind in exchange for material things."
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Damn. Now I am am all misty eyed. Hippie, that was sad. I gotta get out of this thread.
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