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life's tough
Posted by enginear on Friday, August 29, 2008 8:00 PM

Just had to do the second hardest thing. The first was watching my mother go to lung cancer and she never smoked.

 Today I took my dog in. It was time. Held him as he passed to the lethal injection. He had lymphoma. Sorry for the bum post, but I said I wouldn't give up on him. At least I could pay him a tribute. Mactavish, Max you deserve at least that, Go with God, Joe

 

 

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Posted by vsmith on Friday, August 29, 2008 10:47 PM

Oh man, I know exactly how bad that is.

When my grandfather passed away I had to take his dog, a great big Dane/Dobie mix, to the vet to be put down. No one in my family beside me could handle her, I was in an apartment, no one else could or would take her and when we had to vacate and sell the house, she only trusted me, so when the time came only I could take her to be put down, I too stayed there with her to keep her calm when she got the shot, it was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do, it still hurts to think of it today, so you have my real sympathies, I've been there too.

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Posted by Anonymous on Saturday, August 30, 2008 12:15 AM

My dad cancer Walked On 2/6/08, My oldest cat of 18 is about there because of his jaw.

Will be praying for you!

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Posted by Marty Cozad on Saturday, August 30, 2008 3:32 AM

Bummer Joe

 sorry to hear.

 thanks for sharing, keeps in mind what life is all about.

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Posted by Independent Operator on Saturday, August 30, 2008 4:57 AM

I've had to do this three times since 1992.  It never gets easier.  What helped me was getting another rescue dog each time shortly after.

 

 enginear wrote:

Just had to do the second hardest thing. The first was watching my mother go to lung cancer and she never smoked.

 Today I took my dog in. It was time. Held him as he passed to the lethal injection. He had lymphoma. Sorry for the bum post, but I said I wouldn't give up on him. At least I could pay him a tribute. Mactavish, Max you deserve at least that, Go with God, Joe

 

 

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Posted by Great Western on Saturday, August 30, 2008 6:40 AM

You are in our thoughts.  We have the memories also.

In my back yard there are ten dogs, at least six cats, hamsters, rabbits, cage birds all there below ground.  

One area of my RR is names after an lady who died aged 95. We have a large bush in that area which was taken from a cutting from one in her garden.  The original is no longer there as the new owner of her house ripped all the plants up for a car park area.  Another area is named after a cat.

 

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Posted by tangerine-jack on Saturday, August 30, 2008 8:37 AM
Sad day indeed.  I had to put down my dog of 14 years a year ago.  They become a member of the family and it's hard to say goodbye when the time comes.  You are a good man enginear and you gave the dog a great life.  Chin up and stiff upper lip....

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Posted by g. gage on Saturday, August 30, 2008 4:57 PM

Our Golden Retriever was sixteen, with hip displacement, blind in one eye, deaf in one ear and couldn't hear with the other, literally. He lived for his daily walk, we would often have to pick him up. Other times he would see a cat, the only thing we couldn't cure him of, and for a few seconds he ran like a yearling pup. Patricia and I held him while the Vet did his duty. It was painful then, it's still painful writing this now, ten years later. Our sympathy is with you.

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Posted by Capt Bob Johnson on Saturday, August 30, 2008 8:15 PM
I've had to bite the bullet 3 times in the last 18 years, and suspect that within another year or two I'll have to do it again; It don't get any easier!   At least with a pet you can spare them a lot of pain and suffering!
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Posted by SandyR on Saturday, August 30, 2008 8:51 PM

Enginear, please accept my condolences. I've been there, too. Lost my last relative 13 years ago, and Ranger (my Golden Retriever) two years ago. He too had lymphoma, end stage when it was discovered, and I stayed with him, telling him that I loved him and what a good dog he was, over and over, while the vet did the final kindness. There was no struggle, no last breath, he only looked like he was asleep. Completely peaceful. That still hurts. But God has blessed me with the sweetest, most docile and obedient little rescued Golden to keep me company. And he doesn't eat my trains. Again, you have my deepest sympathy.

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Posted by Run the Town on Saturday, August 30, 2008 9:20 PM
Enginear, you DID THE RIGHT THING!  I had to put down my best Saddle back coon dog when I was in the 6th grade.  I buried "Ole Jim" under my window.  Sad day.  Feel better my friend because you did the right thing.  Barry
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Posted by enginear on Sunday, August 31, 2008 7:10 AM

Thanks for sharing, and sorry again to evoke bad memories. It's tough to write while I'm like this. He was my fifth dog but my favorite. He was 14+ and we went through a lot. All he liked was a corner of a room to call his own. Darn dog food now days and medicines poison these animals I believe. Chinese wheat full of toxins? Lawn care products? He started having seizures, developed white spots, etc. He was healthy for years though. My girl didn't want him buried in the yard, maybe just better that way. He would have run the railroad for sure,

 

 

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Posted by Rene Schweitzer on Tuesday, September 2, 2008 8:55 AM
My sympathies. I too have been where you are. You gave him the best final gift, though: a peaceful goodbye. Hugs to you and yours.

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Posted by Coogler Rail Line on Tuesday, September 2, 2008 10:04 AM
I am sorry enginear.   I lost my sheriff dog back in June to cancer.  I have been visiting a Petloss website over the last couple of months http://www.petloss.com  They have a chatroom and there are a lot of understanding people.  My screen name over ther is Dacula_Thrasher.
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Posted by Bob Keller on Wednesday, September 3, 2008 8:06 AM
Hang in there, and remember the good times.

There are times I think Scotties should have a warning label on their sides. I've had two Scots die from cancer (bladder and liver), and I have two currently with cancer (one with bladder cancer, and the other - a bladder cancer survivor of three years - who has adrenal cancer and prostate cancer).

They certainly leave a mark, and terrific memories that outweight the bad.

Below is my herd of elderly Scots. Left to right are Rumby (11), Tardis (10, the alpha, who has bladder cancer), Freeman (9), and Sherman (14, who has two cancers).

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Posted by trianman707 on Wednesday, September 3, 2008 3:28 PM

Yes, life is tough...especially at times like these.  We had to do the same with our Annie last year.  She was always by my side when I was working in the yard or on the railroad.  See seemed to know when I needed a break.  She would sneak up and put her head under my arm as to say, 'Dad, you need a break'.  They are a big part of our families and lives.  Thought I would never get over it.  Never have...but we have moved on and she is always there in my heart.  Sometimes I think I see her running up on the hill. 

Now this is how attached to her I was;  she was cremated and sits in a cedar box in my office.  When I 'go', we are to be mixed together and sprinkled at a place we both enjoyed.

Best thing I did was go get another Dal.  She is not Annie, but has earned a very special place in my heart already.

Blessings to you,

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Posted by Mike Dorsch CJ&M r.r. on Wednesday, September 3, 2008 6:38 PM
Sorry to hear about your loss . I know what you must be going through . We have a spot on the C.J. and M. called Mr. Bird state park . As you can tell it is the final resting place of our beloved pet .

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