Putting a pet down sucks

[Bwana]

I have known it was coming for a few months, but tonight was the night. The old girl was starting to have issues walking and it was time. I had the pleasure of spending 15 years with Sierra and she had a heart of gold.

Thanks for the memories old girl, you will be missed.

[ChiTown]

My condolences, Greg. Great looking dog, and I'm sure she was a hell of a companion.

[Buehler445]

Gave ol' Chief dog some extra love today on account of this thread.

[FAX]

My condolences, Mr. Bwana.

Had to put Mack down last year. Worst day ever.

FAX

[Graystoke]

Shit sorry to hear it. Tough thing putting down a loyal dog.

[Old Dog]

Condolences Bwana RIP Sierra

I've posted this before, but once again it seems very fitting (bit of a tear jerker for me)
(it's an old Dear Abby column I saved after we had to put our first husky to sleep in '97...RIP Nikki).

Dogs Don't Have Souls, Do They?

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 is 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 asked 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 up to me as if to say that you were old and tired and that after all of these years of not asking for anything, you had to ask me for one favor.

With tears in my eyes, I dorve 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 led 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."

[LOCOChief]

I'm sorry bud, she was pretty.

Our Jack Russell (Pete) is 15 yrs old, and going down quick the last couple of weeks. My wife is really having a hard time with it and I don't know what to do. Until this dog I never had a dog in the house. Growing up the dogs lived outside, they'd take off for days at a time, Pete's part of the family and he is starting to hurt.

[Chief Henry]

Sad news friend....sorry for the difficult news.

[houstonwhodat]

Sorry to hear it man.

I couldn't bear the thought of that day for my dog Goldie.

[J Diddy]

Sucks dude. Sorry to hear it.

[tooge]

Man, sorry to hear. The last, toughest, and yet most honorable duty to your best friend.

[Dayze]

Originally Posted by Old Dog

Condolences Bwana RIP Sierra

I've posted this before, but once again it seems very fitting (bit of a tear jerker for me)
(it's an old Dear Abby column I saved after we had to put our first husky to sleep in '97...RIP Nikki).

Dogs Don't Have Souls, Do They?

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 is 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 asked 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 up to me as if to say that you were old and tired and that after all of these years of not asking for anything, you had to ask me for one favor.

With tears in my eyes, I dorve 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 led 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."

god damnit....
....misty here at work.