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Had to put my old dog down today
juju
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13 years I had her, mixture of shepard and collie. Got her from the pound. She was a good dog and I am gonna miss her. Cancer spread to far and I had to have her put down. Wife and I been married 27 years and no kids, this dog was special to us. Gonna be different around the house now. May you rest in peace Baby, We miss you.
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The Rainbow Bridge
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to
Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were
hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams
of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very
special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the
distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from
the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together
in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands
again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so
long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
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I was raised Catholic and one day when I was nine, I asked a priest at my school if my dog will be in heaven waiting for me when I get there. He looked me straight in the eye and said to me, that dogs do not go to heaven, they have no soul. I asked him, how can it be heaven if my dog won't be there? He had no answer. I stopped believing in the Catholic church that very day.
Chris8161
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Edited by - Chris8161 on 06/12/2002 08:10:40
You did the right thing though in not letting your friend suffer the pain & indignity some are forced to endure, when their "keepers" won't face up to the inevitable.
My heart goes out to you and your family; remember the good times.
You and your wife will be in our prayers.. baby too..
Just shoot it!
I still get a lump when I think of my old Collie mix, Nick. Nearly 15 years old, blind, deaf, toothless, and lame, but he got by fine until he developed throat cancer. That was 20 years ago and I still miss him. I wish he had just died instead of making me decide for him.
He was my friend from the time I was 14 until I was 29. If dogs have a heaven, I hope there are squirrels to tree, and plenty of Cottonmouths and armadillos to kill.
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i feel nothing but sorrow for your loss.
we know we all have to go sometime but that sure doesnt make it any easier when the time comes.
again; my condolences.
barto
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It's been 2 years, but I still miss him.
Remembering an old friend
I remember bringing you home. You were so small and cuddly with your tiny paws and soft fur. You bounced around the room with eyes flashing and ears flopping. Once in a while, you'd let out a little yelp, just to let me know this was your territory. Making a mess of the house and chewing on everything in sight became a passion, and when I scolded you, you just put your head down and looked up at me with those innocent eyes, as if to say, " I'm sorry, but I'll do it again as soon as you're not watching."
As you got older, you protected me by looking out the window and barking at everyone who walked by. When I had a tough day at work, you would be waiting for me with your tail wagging just to say, "Welcome home. I missed you." You never had a bad day, and I could always count on you to be there for me. When I sat down to read the paper and watch TV, you would hop on my lap, looking for attention. You never ask for anything more than to have me pat your head so you could go to sleep with your head over my leg.
As you got older, you moved around more slowly. Then, one day, old age finally took its toll, and you couldn't stand on those wobbly legs anymore. I knelt down, and patted you lying there, trying to make you young again. You just looked at me as if to say you were tired and that after all these years of not asking for anything, you had to ask me for one last favor.
With tears in my eyes, I drove you one last time to the vet. One last time , you were lying next to me. For some strange reason, you were able to stand up in the animal hospital; perhaps it was your sense of pride. As the vet lead you away, you stopped for an instant, turned your head and looked at me as if to say, "Thank you for taking care of me." I thought, "No, thank you for taking care of me."
Pack slow, fall stable, pull high, hit dead center.
After loosing a family member that happened to be a sheppard mix, it was 4 years until I got another dog ... Its funny, I see a lot of Gretchen in Katie, even though she's a lab mix and doesn't have a mean bone in her body, she won't let a stranger in the yard if Abby (20 months) is outside playing ... just like Gretchen, she's very protective of children ... makes me wonder if she came back.
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Words won't ever express what you feel. Two years ago this evening I sent my dear friend Trudy to her maker as I could no longer care for her and protect her.
Trudy was a yellow lab... Intelligent, gentle, lazy, and pretty much an old fart. She never wore a collar, never needed one! We knew her name even before she was born and saw her for the first time only a few hours after she arrived on this earth.
Trudy came to live with us when she was only five weeks old and tormented Jennifer (our resident geriatric lab at the time) until she gained a nick on the right ear that she wore for the rest of her life.
And Trudy gave Jennifer two added years. She was so special!
Trudy's last hours with us were almost a miracle. She had cancer and it slowly devoured her body. On her abdomen was a huge tumor. As far as we could tell it caused no pain, but it did cause her to loose control of her * functions. At almost 13 years of age, I couldn't bear to put her through a fruitless operation that would have been more for me than her. Still, our last hours were wonderful. We all cried (as I'm doing now), we all got to tell Trudy how much we loved her, we all said goodbye, and we all knew... And she knew as well as any of us.
Trudy's life ended by my own hand at 1:30 a.m on the 13th of June. It was everything I didn't want, yet it was strangely peaceful and intimate. I sent her to my maker in the hope and trust that He will care for her until I see her again.
Trudy's grave is in a quiet spot next to the creek she so dearly loved for much of her life. I keep it mowed and there are wildflowers planted there. We speak often and I remember. I always will.
There are those who will understand, others that won't. All I can say is that I do. I hope your hurt diminishes rapidly. Your friend would want it that way.
Nord
I'm sorry to hear about your loss, losing your dog is like losing a blood member of your family. My condolences.
Gino
Respect those who protect us now just as you would those who died for us in the past.
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"It was like that when I got here".
So sorry to hear about your canine friend.
I wish you comfort in your time of sorrow.
jo