Euthanasia of a Friend

“Here’s a topic that has never come up before. As the days pass I have come to realize that the chances of my family pet wearing out is far greater than his passing in his sleep. He loves being outdoors and reverts to his more primal self when he is out in the back yard very quickly. He’d love to be outside all the time in his own element. The thought of having him put to sleep at the vets and being terrified just rips my heart in two. What I would dearly love is for him to spend his last moments doing what he loves the most, enjoying the outdoors. I am not one to be able to “take the old boy ‘hunting’” and shoot him or to simply ring his neck. Does anyone know a “cocktail” that is painless and wouldn’t cause him pain or make him sick so he could enjoy his moments in the outdoors? I knew of a vet that gave my father a dose of the good stuff to put his dog to sleep at home. Do anyone in the vet circles consider this an option?

Please be respectful here and keep in mind I have had this friend longer than many if not most have had their children. He is very important to me.”

“Nigal:

It is hard to put a pet down. I think vets are sympathetic to this but am not sure if they would provide the means of doing this in your home do to liability issues. Last year we had to put the family dog down. They did it in the office and were very humane about the whole thing. We took him home and buried him in the backyard. You could check out the Hemlock Society and see what sort of concoctions they recommend.”

“I would check with your vet and see if they could make something up for you to give him on your own, when and where you decide to.”

“Is it that time Nigal or are you just thinking ahead?

Either way you look at it, it's hard to do.”

“nigal, talk to your vet. My new vet will make house calls for this very thing. If your vet won't help you out call around and find one that will. Most vets use injectable phenobarbitol. It is supposedly painless, the animal goes to sleep and just fades away in a few minutes. I don't know of any "cocktail" that would be quick and painless.

I feel for you bud. We had to go that way with two of our buddies in the last year. Cob, the worlds best kitty person and Frodo, a prince in a labrador suit. I don't know if it was any less painful than losing a human family member. Sheesh, I'm getting teary typing this.”

“Is he particularly afraid of going to the vets? If not, that might be the most humane place to do it. They have the experience to make sure he suffers as little as possible. You don’t want to give a less than lethal dose and have him suffer needlessly.

It’s a tough one dude. Sorry.”

“I'm just thinking ahead. He is 15 years old, he's getting thinner in the back but he has bright eyes and still has his wits about him. He doesn't like going to the vets at all and I hate to think of that option. I'm wondering if a nice meal of his favorite canned food with a smashed up lude isn't a way to go?”

“I took Jake out hunting like that late one fall afternoon. I thought about all of those times the two of us had left the house in much the same way and all of the fun we had had together chasing quail, hunting doves and flushing woodcocks.

This hunt was different alright, I also carried a shovel with me and the weight of that and the gun just about did me in. It wasn`t because they were heavy, it was because of the task I had in mind for them.

I never will forget that either, the wind was blowing out of the south west and hunting never is good with a wind like that. The leaves were turning colors and falling off of the trees in bunches cause the wind was blowing so.

I pulled my coat up around my neck a little tighter as I checked on Jake, poor thing he was having trouble keeping up with me and I bet he was wondering why I was in such a hurry that I was walking on ahead of him like I was.

A thousand things went racing through my mind, but none of them could take me away from the day and what I was about to do to my best hunting buddy. I`d take a beating if it`d buy Jake and I more time, but time was runing out fast. I had reached the spot on the hill where Jake and I used to set together and watch the sun set in the evenings. My eyes filled up with tears as I went about getting a hole dug and I was just about done with it when I looked around and realized I was alone. Jake was nowhere to be seen.

I put down the shovel and picked up my gun and headed back towards the house thinking Jake had laid down along the way to rest, or maybe even gone back, but he haddn`t. There along the fence row laid old Jake and I thought he was dead as I walked up closer to him I saw him struggle to his feet. It about broke my heat waiting for him to get stood up, but then he didn`t move, he just stood there.

I eased up to him going to get him by the collar and lead him away when he eased under the fence as spry as a pup and then struck a point. I couldn`t believe my watering eyes right then and it took me by surprise.

My wife heard the three shots I`d fired and she was standing in the back door as I walked back to the house and as I neared her I could see her eyes were filled up with tears. I wanted to run to her, but I didn`t have time to. About then Jake came out from behind me wagging his tail and doing his best to lope towards her. He always did love to race me home and today wasn`t going to be any different.

I showed her the birds we`d got and it took some doing to get her to quit teasing me,.. well, until I reminded her how bad she was feeling too until she saw Jake with me coming home.LOL

We both knew I still had it to do sometime soon, but then I just couldn`t bring myself to. We had quial that night for supper and she fixed Jake gravey, poor thing didn`t much have a tooth in his head, but he went at it like he was starving to death.

We went off to bed that night leaving Jake beside the fireplace on his tattered old rug. In the morning when I woke up to get a fire going I noticed Jake Had left us. There`s never an easy way to let them go, but I was glad he helped me out one last time.”

“Nigal, I had to have a very beloved pet put to sleep once. It was the hardest decision I ever made. I think you are right in the way you want to do this. The greates concern here is exactly the one Violin has already voiced. What if you don't give him enough? If your vet won't cooperate with this plan, find another who will. If you can't find one, let me know. My email addy is in my bio. I have a friend who is a vet tech and she can tell me the proper dosage by weight and the delivery method that would be best. I can pass that info on to you.”

“Not a dry eye to be found here Big Foot.

wow”

“That's a great story, Big Foot. Thanks for sharing it.”

“Hey Thanks Guys,.. I was crying like a baby while I was writing that and towards the end of it I got to laughing at myself. I went back and tried to read it so I could correct my many mistankes, but I started up again so, I just gave up and hit submit.

Soory for the mistakes.”

“Wow BF, your writing just keeps getting better. Thats as well done as anything I've ever read about a dog.

I've been through the life cycle with two dogs and have a nine year old dog now. There are a handful of people I would grieve as much as I expect to grieve her. Its a hell of a thing to face Nigal.

My housemate's dog has a progressive paralyis. His hind legs are gone and she has a cart rigged up for him. She won't put him down until he stops enjoying life. There have been a few false alarms, but so far he keeps pulling it together.”

“Bigfoot, I'm sitting at my desk crying my eyes out! You told that story so well.”

“Nigel - what a sad thing to think about. My oldest dog is only 5 and I already think about that.

I know that in my town there are several vets who do house calls and one who even specializes in in-home euthenasia. But then, this is California. I would encourage you to find a vet willing to pay a visit. You don't want to take the chance of doing anything wrong. Certainly if you can avoid taking him to the vet's office one last time you woud be doing him a favor.

best wishes”

“That was cool BF. You should write a book, "Of Mice and Dogs"...'Tell me jow we're gonna tend the rabbits big Foot!'.”

“Nigal I know what you have ahead of you and I can only say I feel for you and what you`ll go through.

I`ve lost a lot of best little buddies over the years and it never gets any easier to deal with. I have sweet memories of each and each of `em was special in their own way. I miss their love, bright eyes and eagerness to please. After all what is a dog if not love, they ask so little of us and yet give everything?

I`m pleased that some of you liked what happened to one of my best buddies and me. I didn`t know it would still hurt me to write about it, but somehow it brought it all back to then. Writing that was like waking up the next day and having had it just happen all over again.

I`ve never forgot Jake, but I didn`t know I had missed him so much either. I can`t bring myself to read a lot of the things I write and you wouldn`t have seen that one either if I had thought about it more.

I`m trying to learn to keep more things to myself. But you know me, I`ll slip up and mess up plenty before I learn anything.LOL”

“I agree with those who have mentioned having the vet come to your home. We've been checking into this for my childhood dog (my mom has her). Our family vet has said that he doesn't do house calls and would absolutely not send anything. But, he led us to the yellow pages. There are many travelling vets that will come the your home for this reason. I'm in Michigan. Not sure if that's too different in Ohio.”

“If you'd kept that one to yourself, Big Foot, we'd all be poorer. Anyone not touched by that has a heart of stone.

I went through this struggle with my last dog (10+- years ago) and I still get teary when I see an old photo.

I wish they could all go easy like Jake.”

“I am sorry to hear this.Yes I do know a way.If you know anyone that has had cancer that was termnal and was given a drug call "Morphine"It comes in many forms and has lots of names.I know when my mom was dieing she was on it.I am shure if you give the dog more then 1000mg in a pice of meat the dog will fall asleep and then well you know........Xzoflax I think is the name.

My heart goes out to you.

8(”

“I`m sorry now I bothered you with my story of Jake, but Nigal`s thread made me remember him.

My dad went to a horse sale on night and came back with Jake. Jake had papers and all, but he was only six weeks old and just starting to get teeth. I don`t to this day know what got into dad cause he didn`t like dogs, they had to work for a living or he just didn`t care for them at all.

I grew up on a working farm and the only dogs we were allowed to have were cow dogs and one yeller mutt that was the meanest gard dog to ever draw breath.

When dad brought Jake home it surprised all nine of us kids, we weren`t allowed to have a dog just to love. Jake was a dalmation and spotted up to beat the dickins. Us kids loved him right off and it`s a wonder he ever learned how to walk cause someone was always carring him around. We had lots of fights over that dog!

I was into my teens and I loved to bird hunt with my grandad and more times than I can`t think to tell you about I asked for a bird-dog pup so I could hunt when no one else could take me. Well, dad would have none of that, but I just decided to turn old Jake into a bird dog.

Of course I didn`t know anything about training a bird dog, but I didn`t let little things like that stop me either. I shot a few birds with Jake close to me and in no time he`d come runnin` if he heard a shot. He loved to eat `em and I didn`t think about how that might turn out later on so we had it goin` on.

Jake got to where he`d sneak up on birds like I was doing and in no time he was out in front like he knew what it was all about.

The real test came one day when we came up on a covey of quail out behind the packing shed. Well, I didn`t own a shotgun either, all I had was a 22 rimfire rifle, but not one to let little things bother me I threw myself into it. Jake came around the thicket to where I was calling him and like a pro he got low to the ground and snuck up to where I`d seen the quail go in.

I was tickled to death seeing him do that and all of a sudden like he`d been doing it all of his life he froze on point. Right then and there I wouldn`t have traded Jake for a good `n. I eased up on him and he just kindda turned his head a bit and looked at me outta the corner of his eye.

I walked all around Jake and he never moved up or tried to flush the birds. I finally saw the birds scurring out the other side of the brambles and I took aim at one that stoped and stuck up it`s head looking back at me. Who wouldda thought it, I hit the sucker and rolled him just like I`d been doing it all along.

I eased over to the bird and finally got Jake to unlock his point and get over to me, he found the bird right off, but instead of eating it he brought it to me. Now that had never happened before. We messed around and got two more birds before darkness caught us out like that and he brought both of those back to me too.

Now I had a bird dog and I couldn`t wait to show him off. The big day came around and granddad came over with his dogs and let `em out of their box and we were off like that.

Right off he went to giving me hell about my mutt and telling me I should just go pen him up so he wouldn`t flush the birds and mess up our hunt. Well, he finally gave in and let me take Jake along,.. good thing we did too!

Right off Jake fell down in a point and grandpaw`s dogs weren`t even around. I had borrowed granddad`s sweet sixteen and we cleaned up on those birds. It went on like that covey after covey, single after single. Jake even backed his dogs the few times they found a bird.

Well that started me off on birdhunting in a big way and later it took me into training bird dogs for a living too.

Jake was to good for his own good, he treed squirrels, coons, ran rabbits and chased deer if there was a need to. He never caught on to fishing, but he loved to watch!LOL

I can`t help but miss him,...”

“Nigal,

Sorry to hear about your family pet. Its never easy to see them go. I have held two of my cats when they were "put-down". It seemed very humane to me,even though I cryed like a newborn during the first. I wouldnt risk making a cocktail myself,IF it were to go wrong the pain and guilt would be awful for me. I think about this stuff alot. My pointer (birch) has seizures periodically,the last one was a full ten minutes. I wondered what I would do if it just kept goin'. Holding and petting my cats when they were "put-down" was very hard but I think it helped them to go peacefully, one was even purring. It also helped me to know I did what I could to comfort them. I hope you find an answer,this stuff is really hard.”

“My dear sweet tenderhearted husband put our 16 year old friend down a couple of years ago. I don't know where he found the strength to do it but the poor dog had always been terrified of the vet. I guess Robert just loved the dog enough........”

“and if you will excuse me, I have to go hug Khatru.”

“'Flip' was a wild and carefree Australian Shepard. Happy go lucky, jovial. He roamed the neighborhood freely, and despite eating a chicken or two, he was a pretty good dog.

He had one eye clawed out by a cat, a mangy mane that was always shedding, and smelled like rancid butter...but other than that, he was quite the trophy pet.
Well, Flip got on and years and before anyone knew it, he was 20yo! (I don't know how many years that is in people years, but in dog years, that's a lot!).
The trouble with growing old is nothing works so good anymore, including Flip's hearing (some speculated Flip had gone deaf years before). And he couldn't just hop up for the vittles like he used to.
One day Flip fell asleep behind a parked car, like he always did, in the driveway.
Now, 'Splooge' comes along, and hops in the car, ready to go to market…. well, I don't think I have to tell you what happened next. 'Splooge' did NOT look behind the car before backing up. If Flip were back there, the sound of the car starting would awaken him, and he would hop deftly out of the way, like he always did. At least that's what Splooge was counting on.
People speculate that the first impact probably just snapped 'Flip's' hind quarters. (It did sort of sound like stripping a wing from a Christmas turkey). It was a Ford Taurus and they are not too heavy.
The unfortunate thing that happened next can only be described as a comedy of errors.
'Bone-Head-For-Brains' ('Flips' master since birth) comes running out of the house after hearing 'Splooge's' lamenting
"'Splooge! Drive forward, drive forward!!!" B-H-F-B screams
So Splooge does, dutifully of course. This second time the car ROCKS, as if it is lurching over a huge boulder. They think that it was this second impact that broke Flip's back, paralyzing him from the upper torso down.

People were frantic! Running around, crying. Flip just sat there looking helpless with tears in his eyes, pawing the earth with his two good front paws. He kept trying to get up. Someone said 'hmmm. Wonder if he'll make it through the night?' One of the women snapped at him ''Flip' is suffering! The best thing we can do for him is put him to sleep!' Bone-Head-For-Brains just sat there murmuring over and over 'oh-my-gosh. Oh-my-gosh".

In the end, the women prevailed (don't they always?) and Flip was transported, immediately, to the vet clinic in the back of someone's van. By this time Flip had a wild look in his eyes, probably from the pain, and someone was sure he was going to bite someone. So Flip's mouth was tied shut with some string in a sort of make-shift muzzle. Halfway to the clinic, B-H-F-B, wrenched with tears, untied the string, crying "'Flip' would never bite anyone!"
It was quite late, but the vet on call came in. Everyone gathered around the cold stainless steel table as he explained the procedure "It's very fast." They were all just standing around petting him when the venom was injected. His pink tongue drooped out almost instantaneously, and even before the needle could even be withdrawn. 'Flip' lost his bowels. "I can take care of him from here, if you like."


B-H-F-B talked for years about how he could have made a cart for Flip to lie on, and how Flip could have used this to push his way around the yard, using his two good front paws as anchors…”

“Hmmmm, I just don`t know what to say to that one Biz? Ouch!”

“Daamn it, you guys are going to make me cry. It's always tough to put down a pet.”

“I have thought about this and would prefer having a vet, not my regular vet, come to my house and perform the euthanasia.

They drug the animal up (ever hear of ketamine?) such that they're so high that they don't know what's going on, then the vet administers the muscle relaxing drug that stops the heart. It's better than the suffering.

It's tough...but that's life.”

“I have to go hug Khatru again, He's sleeping on my pillow presently, he got tired so went on to bed without me.”

“I have to go hug Khatru again, He's sleeping on my pillow presently, he got tired so went on to bed without me.”

“My poor Iguana died last week...poor Jake...he could barely move at the end....”

“I have found the process of thinking about it and tormenting yourself to be the worst. Of course, you're losing a good friend and it's tough. And it will be tough to think back on. Just don't torture yourself with thoughts of how/when/if to do it for an ongoing period of time.

OK, here is something that was posted to Trail Talk a few years back. I thought it was good, so saved it. I don't remember who originally posted it.


"The Final Days of Adirondack Jake"

I am not sure why anyone would want to read about the last days of a dog's life unless of course you own one. This is not written through the eyes of a beloved human being but through me, a Golden Retriever. My name is officially Adirondack Jake but I go by Jake. I am over thirteen years old although I am not sure what year I was born in. I never learned how to add and subtract, however, I was taught the English language for which I am eternally grateful to my human parents. I realized at a very early age that they were only going to comprehend a few of my yip's like when someone was at the door or when a squirrel was on our property without my permission. That was pretty much all theyunderstood. They are great parents though. I never missed my canine parents once I got through the first few weeks withmy human ones.

I hope I get a chance to share with you some of my romps with you while I was healthy. I was truly blessed with a wonderful life! That is why I dread age catching up with me. It all started a few short month's ago when the days werd longer and the temperature was warmer outside. My daily walks started becoming a chore rather than a great time with my parents. I was getting up later and later. My food didn't taste the same. What really bothered me was how I felt inside. All of a sudden it seemed I was just feeling old. Getting up in the morning was no longer a race with the sunrise. Rather, I felt like sleeping later and later each morning. My father now had to stir me awake which was unheard of in the past. I began to feel sore after long walks around the neighborhood or after a swim in the pond. Oh! how I love to swim! I wonder if I will once again jump into the water after the winter snows and ice make way for the emerging flowers and green grass. I don't believe I will but I cannot let on to my parents. They would be crushed to know what I know.

The last few weeks have really been hard on me. At times, I find it hard to even breath. My morning walk with my father
have become a struggle. I have tried to stop walking with hopes of us turning around and returning to the warm house. Sometimes he gives in but other times he will just tug me along until I tuck it in and finish the route. I guess I have disguised my failing heath so well that my parents don't really
understand what's going on inside of me. At least until the other day.

The holidays were here and I look forward to each and every
Christmas. I knew their mothers were not feeling well this year so I tried my best to stay in the background in order to shield them from my whimpers and the cough I developed. Fortunately with the house decorating and gift wrapping that
was going on, I was successful. As a matter of fact, on Christmas eve I never felt better! Grown ups everywhere, children pulling my tail and feeding me everything that they
did not want to eat perked me right up again. Was I getting better? I was hopeful but deep down inside I knew better. Something evil was taking over inside of me.

Was this some sort of sick joke or was it a blessing that I felt
better? By Christmas morning I knew. I coughed up blood for the first time. No, my parents did not see it as I licked away
the evidence but I knew what it meant. I was dying.

Although I knew the life in me was slowly slipping away, I managed to keep it from my parents as well as I could. I actually thought I was beginning to feel better the next couple
of days after Christmas but by New Years Eve I knew it was just a matter of time. My parents gave me the rest of their dinner that evening which included steak and swordfish. Two of my absolute favorites! Unlike every other dinner in the past, though, it actually hurt to swallow.

By morning I could hardly lift my head. The first day of the new year was not a good one for me or my parents. I tried getting up but my strength just wasn't there. Several times I slipped
and fell. Thank God no one saw me do this. I laid back down. I just wanted to sleep. My parents sensed that something was gravely wrong. It wasn't hard to detect unless of course you were afraid of what was casting a shadow over all three of our lives. My father called my doctor and within a few minutes he helped me into the car and we were off to visit the vet onNew Years Day. Now I knew something was really wrong. I laid by my fathers side as Dr. Philips swallowed hard and then proceeded to inform us of my grave condition. I was full of cancer and my life on earth was only going to last a few more days. No one saw the tear roll down my eye when I saw the reaction of my father. He could not speak at first but bravely asked the doctor some questions despite tearsrolling down his cheeks. I did not need to hear his answers as I knew my time on earth was nearly over. I accepted it. I knew I could handle this but could mom and dad?

Heck, I was damn near 100 years old in human life and could still walk a few miles a day up until a few short weeks ago. I lived every day to the fullest and was always ready to move on to the other side although I could not imagine it being better than the life I was blessed with. It was obvious that dad was not ready and when I got home, mom was no better prepared.

Let me be real clear about something - the three of us share an unconditional love that only an animal lover canunderstand. They were in more pain than I and it was tearing me apart to see them this way.

Although I mentioned that my parents never learned my language and that I was pretty good with the English language, we did communicate very well without saying a word. I could look in their eyes and they into mine and we knew what each other was thinking. I tried my best to convey that it was okay if they took me into the vet for the last time. I was prepared to die. I did not want to suffer my last days on earth. I wanted to die with dignity. Two days crawled by and after the pain in their hearts caused so much sadness, my parents found the strength to carry me out to the car for what would be my final car ride.

My wonderful vet and his staff were waiting for us. They prepared a room for dad, mom and me in order to make this as easy as possible. It wasn't easy though. Even the doctors assistants had to hold back the tears. All I could do was manage enough strength to lie down and await my fate.

After a few preparations were performed on me, the moment of separation was finally here. My father held my head in his hands while mom kept her hands on the back of me. As the life taking drug was injected into my veins, I looked into my fathers eyes and prayed that my last message would reach him. I told him that this was the right thing to do. I told him that my spirit would live forever in their hearts which was the best place I could ever imagine. What they did not know was my soul would return if they were to find a dog to take my place. I had a choice for where my soul could stay - in heaven orinside another dog. As I closed my eyes, I prayed that my spirit would return to them. I loved them both that much.

It took several weeks of mourning before my parents could think clearly. A day didn't go by without one of them shedding a tear for me. Going to the vet's for the final time shook them up pretty bad. However, as time passed, they talked less and less about my final days and more and more about the good times. They talked about our walks, the hikes we took in the Adirondacks, the many swims I had in the pond. They talked about how funny I was, how I followed them from room to room, not wanting to leave them from my sight. They kept repeating what a great dog I was and how empty the house was without me. All this talk made me glad. This was good news.

And now for the really good news. I'm coming home! My prayers were answered. They bought another puppy! Yes, they decided life was too good with me to dwell on the sorrowful last days of my life. Rather, they reflected on how much joy I brought into their lives and how much they needed to get it back. That was how I wanted to be remembered!

And now..... Out of respect to what I once was, they retired my name, Jake. My new name is going to be Eddie. I like it! I plan on being a typical puppy, chewing on furniture and everything else us young dogs get a kick out of doing. But in a short period of time, we will all grow close to each other. Yes, unconditional love will once again be the foundation of our relationship. I cannot wait until I get back home even if I will physically be another Golden Retriever with its own personality. But someday when they look into my eyes they will understand. Yes, the spirit of Adirondack Jake will return home. All they will need to do is look into my eyes and they will know.

Jake”

“Great story Lizs!

Thanks for sharing it!

More than one good dog named Jake I`m guessing!”

“If you have farmers Coop in your area they might be able to help.

I don't think I could do it myself.”

“crazymike is right. i had a friend, with cancer, who morphined herself to death. my dog, who died of cancer too, just did it the old fashioned way.”

“nigal,

I got my Pheasants Forever Annual report yesterday and while reading it saw this article thought of your thread. As you can see this problem has been around for a few years, I feel for you, and maybe this will help. It makes sense to me.... I re-typed it without permission the article has drawings so if you want you can pick up the "Spring 2002" 2001 annual report pg. 35 "To Bury a Good Dog"

Written by Ben Hur Lampman:
First run in Oregon newspaper in 1925

A subscriber of the Ontario Argus has written to the edotor asking, "Where shall I
bury my dog?" It is asked in advance of death.
We would say to the Ontario man that there are various places in which a dog may
be buried. We are thinking now of a setter, whose coat was flame in the sunshine, and
who, so far as we are aware, never entertained a mean or unworthy thought. This setter is
buried beneath a cherry tree, under four feet of garden loam, and at it's proper season the
cherry strews petals on the green lawn of his grave.
Beneath a cherry tree, or an apple, or any flowering shrub of the garden, is an
excellent place to bury a good dog. Beneath such trees, such shrubs, he slept in the
drowsy summer, or gnawed at a flavorous bone, or lifted head to challenge some strange
intruder. These are good places, in life or death. Yet it is a small matter. For if the dog be
well remembered, if sometimes he leaps through your dreams actual as in life, eyes
kindling, laughing, begging, it matters not at all where that dog sleeps.
On the hill where the wind is unrebuked, and the trees roaring, or beside a stream
he knew in puppy-hood, or somewhere in the flatness of a pasture land where most
exhilarating cattle graze. It is all one to the dog, and all one to you, and nothing is gained,
and nothing is lost --- if memory lives. But there is one best place to bury a dog.
If you bury him in this spot, he will come to you when you call ---come to you
over the grim, dim frontiers of death, and down the well remembered path and to your
side again. And through you call a dozen living dogs to heel they shall not growl at him,
nor resent his coming for he belongs there.
People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall,
who hear no wimper, people who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them, and
which is well worth knowing. The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of the
master.

:) see ya”

“sniff, sniff. Dang man, that was beautiful.”

“i've gone through putting my 2 childhood dogs down and losing my first dog of my own to a busy road. after losing 3 pets i still don't know what to say. i've got one now that was meant to be with me, and losing him is going to be very hard but i don't really have to think about it yet. he is still young. nigal, all i can say is i hope you find a good way for you to get through it man.”

“Said goodbye to my buddy of 16 years this weekend. Kinda wierd not having him under foot all the time.

”

“Damn html...

http://us.f1.yahoofs.com/users/804d986c/bc/Temp/My+Buddy.jpg?bcxDBp.AHE5yPDTh”

“That's a day I dread. I feel for ya Nige.”

“Sorry to hear that nigal, it's a tough time.”

“He had really bad asthma so it wasn't a shock and I think he's better off.


Plus I found cherry cheescake newtons so life is balancing out for me. The silver lining is I get a dog in a couple months.”

“Cherry cheesecake newtons? Nice score.”

“Sorry to hear the news, Nigal. I hope the cherry cheesecake newtons help you out. : )”

“that's sad...16 years is a loooong time. i'm sorry.”

“he must have ripped a few couches apart in that time”

“Sorry to hear of your loss, Nig! My sincerest sympathies to you...”

“Sorry Nigal. We had to put one our labs down a couple months ago. She was about 14 and it was way harder than I thought it would be.”

“sorry too hear of your loss”