General Discussion (Garden Railways)

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

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.

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!

Toad

Bummer Joe

 sorry to hear.

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

Marty

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

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.

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.

Good luck, Rob 

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.

SandyR

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,