My dog that I had for almost thirteen years, who I had since I was ten years old, who has gone with me on numerous camping, hunting and hiking expeditions all over Alaska, had to be put down just a few hours ago. He developed a massive heart tumor. I saw him just a few weeks ago when I was visiting my parents. They were keeping him there while I manage apartments for the University. This really sucks balls.
Rest well, good friend.
What pets have you all lost? Post your sad stories of shitty deaths.
Also, reading through that New User thread has helped me not feel so shitty (or possibly made me feel shittier, I guess).
I had a parrot that was born a week before I was. Lorenzo liked me and only me..bit everyone else that tried to pet it. Such an awesome bird. One day a couple of years ago, I found it dead in its cage. Quite a sad moment.
What really sucks is that I got called in the middle of a conference today on leadership that he was dying. I couldn't leave because I'm the on-duty manager until 5pm Sunday and I was really hoping he'd hang on until I could make the hour drive out there to say goodbye. I wanted to bury him. Just as I got home from the conference and got ready to go on-duty, I get the call that they had to put him down and had him cremated.
Seriously, this shit fucking sucks.
The first thought that I had though was "fuck this, I am going to SE++ to cheer me up".
One morning, when I was about seven years old, one of our goldfish was found on the floor, dead. I remember my father basically interrogated us as to which one of us did it, ie grabbed the fish from the tank and threw it on the floor to die. All I know is that it wasn't me.
About four years ago I got home from class and couldn't find my dog. My family and I began checking around, and we eventually lifted the cover off the pool and found his body. He was 16 and having health troubles, so when he fell in he was unable to get himself out and nobody was home to save him.
About a month later we adopted my current dog. He was being given up by his family because they thought he was a miniature poodle when he was a puppy instead of a standard. There were also health issues which they didn't want to deal with. The kids would hit him and do other horrible things to him, so even after all this time he still has some walls up.
He's taking a nap on a pillow I won at Dave & Busters that says "Groovy Girl" on it. He is quite the groovy girl
When I moved out of my parents house one of the first things I did was go to the pet store and buy myself a kitten. My then girlfriend-now wife named the cat Hermione.
This was the shyest most anti-social cat I have ever known. It spent it's first couple months slinking around the corners of my apartment. It only occasionally let me pet it. But I loved it anyway, and kept it around.
Over time the thing grew to love me. It would sit on top of my computer monitor for hours while I played games, dangling its paws over the screen sometimes to bat at the moving characters. She had a beautiful coat, and big green eyes. She also love to rough house. I'd chase her around the house and lift her high into the air--toss her around. Some people thought I was mean to her but i assure you she was purring like a snare drum the entire time.
After I got married we all three lived pretty happily, but when my wife got pregnant she insisted that the cat become an outdoor cat. I didn't like it, but agreed to it.
Three months later I found her smashed on the side of the road. I scooped her up and carried her to my backyard, dug a hole, and then buried her. I'm not a person that gets overly attached to animals, but fuck if I didn't have to fight back tears the entire time.
I used to live in Indonesia. Our housekeepers decided to buy little, second grader me a couple of bunnies.
These bunnies died after 3 days.
The housekeepers thought buying another, bigger bunny would cheer me up.
It died after 2 days.
Bet you guys ate great though.
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i think my dog wanted to die once, or atleast thought he was dying.
we took him to the vet to find out that his mouth was a rotten mess and that he would have to have almost if not all of his teeth removed and that there was a chance he could die during surgery because i guess tiny dogs don't react well to large doses of anesthesia. anyways, he has the successful surgery and we take him home and just starts acting weird. he seems to be in constant pain and can barely walk. he can basically only walk in circles. he yelps everytime we try to move him and he won't come near us. we made him a couple beds on the floor for him to sleep on. eventually he started to get better and seemed to be in less pain.
then he started acting really weird. it's the dead of winter, there's a solid 4 feet of snow in the backyard that he can walk on. i let him outside one night and notice he's taking an abnormal amount of time so i go to check on him. i see him sitting in the middle of the backyard, on the snow, shivering. i call his name but he isn't reacting, he just sits on the snow. i go trudging through the snow and pick him up and bring him inside. next time, same thing. he just goes out on the snow and sits there. it's -25c outside and he weighs 4 pounds. he's usually outside for all of 30 seconds but he just wants to go outside and lay down on the freezing snow. every day for about two weeks he would do this. sit at the back door to go outside then just go sit on the snow until i came to pick him up. we couldn't figure out what was wrong with him.
then one day he just starts acting normal again. he sits at the back door waiting to go out, so i go get my boots and jacket on expecting to have to go outside and stop him from freezing to death and he's outside peeing as fast as he can so he can run back inside into the warm house.
this thread just reminded me that I've a cat that's been around since I was 8 years old and she's probably going to be dead by the time I visit home next.
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edited April 2008
my dog had weird bumps around her mouth the day before i left philadelphia
my mom said it got worse and she's gotten a bunch of ointments and steroids from the vet and they aren't really doing much : (
his legs were basically unable to hold his own weight anymore and he kept falling down the stairs
it was really sad and unexpected as I really had no idea how bad of shape he was in. my dad called me the day afterwards and was like "by the way, we decided to put the dog down." yeah, great, thanks for the heads up dude.
I had a dog from 86 to 02. He was the best. That little son of a bitch could play soccer, shoot hoops, and impregnate every bitch around. He once saved me from a wild St Bernard that was after a female we had in a barn. He would always run off for days and sometimes weeks. I always thought he was having the greatest adventures ever. My drunk ass dad would never get rowdy if he was in the room. Imagine a collie/black lab mix putting the fear of God in a drunk redneck. He took off a few days before we moved one time and I never saw him again. I spent every night for weeks looking for him. I honestly miss him. We did some cool shit together.
He was good people.
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When I moved out of my parents house one of the first things I did was go to the pet store and buy myself a kitten. My then girlfriend-now wife named the cat Hermione.
This was the shyest most anti-social cat I have ever known. It spent it's first couple months slinking around the corners of my apartment. It only occasionally let me pet it. But I loved it anyway, and kept it around.
Over time the thing grew to love me. It would sit on top of my computer monitor for hours while I played games, dangling its paws over the screen sometimes to bat at the moving characters. She had a beautiful coat, and big green eyes. She also love to rough house. I'd chase her around the house and lift her high into the air--toss her around. Some people thought I was mean to her but i assure you she was purring like a snare drum the entire time.
After I got married we all three lived pretty happily, but when my wife got pregnant she insisted that the cat become an outdoor cat. I didn't like it, but agreed to it.
Three months later I found her smashed on the side of the road. I scooped her up and carried her to my backyard, dug a hole, and then buried her. I'm not a person that gets overly attached to animals, but fuck if I didn't have to fight back tears the entire time.
My dog that I had for almost thirteen years, who I had since I was ten years old, who has gone with me on numerous camping, hunting and hiking expeditions all over Alaska, had to be put down just a few hours ago. He developed a massive heart tumor. I saw him just a few weeks ago when I was visiting my parents. They were keeping him there while I manage apartments for the University. This really sucks balls.
Talon
When I was a little kid my golden retriever died from a heart tumor too
It is weird for me to be a dude who lives alone with his cat I know but I didn't choose her, she chose me
Dang old pain in the ass wouldn't stop meowing in front of my apartment and was hells of torn up, probably got hit by a car
And me being an OCD dude I did not want to touch this thing but I had to be nice
Thousands of dollars in vet bills later she is a-ok and is the nicest cat even if it still drives me nuts to have the couch scratched and the litter everywhere
So nice and friendly and will chill with you whenever
When I turned 3 my parents got a dog that was the runt of the litter from next door. Schkiperkee terrier mix.
I grew up with that dog. Every time I'd come home from the hospital she'd be ready to play. Every time I was sick at home she slept on the foot of my bed and wouldn't eat until I did.
On my 19th birthday I got a phone call from my mother telling me I needed to drive an hour to her house, pick up the dog, take it to the vet, and have her put down. "I just don't have the time, and it needs done."
Apparntly she had been slowly degrading, no longer could hold her food, or her bowels anymore. Had dementia, barked at the wall. Tried to bite mom every time she tried to pick her up. However when I got there she immediately recognized me, wagged her tail, and shit all over the floor in excitement.
Then she fell down and barked at the wall. So I took her in, held back the tears while I drove as she slept on my lap. Carried her in, and as soon as I set foot in that vet's office I lost it like a little girl. They were awesome, gave me a few moments to collect myself and say goodbye to her. Then I collected the body, paid for it, and took her out to the farm where we first lived and buried her near her old pen.
This is the thing about pets. They die and it sucks.
The fact that a golden retriever is posted so prominently kinda gets me, though, as a golden retriever named Grizzly was just about my favorite pet ever.
Most recently my cat, Jasper, died over a year ago. Run over in the apartment parking lot....one with a speed limit of 5 mph. Ugh. And I had to watch him die, half crushed, calling the vet to see if I could do anything. Gross and heart crushing.
My dog that I had for almost thirteen years, who I had since I was ten years old, who has gone with me on numerous camping, hunting and hiking expeditions all over Alaska, had to be put down just a few hours ago. He developed a massive heart tumor. I saw him just a few weeks ago when I was visiting my parents. They were keeping him there while I manage apartments for the University. This really sucks balls.
Talon
When I was a little kid my golden retriever died from a heart tumor too
EMPATHY DUDE
Whoever has had a golden retriever knows that they are so awesome.
I still can't believe that when I go to visit my parents he won't be there.
My dog died when I was a junior in college, had him, since I was in the fifth grade. He was a black lab named Dave. And possibly the best fucking dog, I have ever had. He was my do, didn't really respond to anyone else in the family. Some how, we just bonded. Well, I come home my junior year f or spring break. See him, take him for a walk, play with him. I go to take a nap, in the afternoon, and he goes outside. Nothing out of the normal, till my dad calls me out because he went out t' the far part away from the house, and died. I guess so I wouldn't see him go.
see i can never really empathize with these threads because during my childhood all our pets died constantly due to living in the woods with redneck neighbors
see i can never really empathize with these threads because during my childhood all our pets died constantly due to living in the woods with redneck neighbors
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I had a parrot that was born a week before I was. Lorenzo liked me and only me..bit everyone else that tried to pet it. Such an awesome bird. One day a couple of years ago, I found it dead in its cage. Quite a sad moment.
Seriously, this shit fucking sucks.
The first thought that I had though was "fuck this, I am going to SE++ to cheer me up".
and i guess something just broke
boy those stains were hard to explain
when one of them died we replaced it in like a week
i hardly can even tell
This shit be cyclical, yo.
About a month later we adopted my current dog. He was being given up by his family because they thought he was a miniature poodle when he was a puppy instead of a standard. There were also health issues which they didn't want to deal with. The kids would hit him and do other horrible things to him, so even after all this time he still has some walls up.
He's taking a nap on a pillow I won at Dave & Busters that says "Groovy Girl" on it. He is quite the groovy girl
This was the shyest most anti-social cat I have ever known. It spent it's first couple months slinking around the corners of my apartment. It only occasionally let me pet it. But I loved it anyway, and kept it around.
Over time the thing grew to love me. It would sit on top of my computer monitor for hours while I played games, dangling its paws over the screen sometimes to bat at the moving characters. She had a beautiful coat, and big green eyes. She also love to rough house. I'd chase her around the house and lift her high into the air--toss her around. Some people thought I was mean to her but i assure you she was purring like a snare drum the entire time.
After I got married we all three lived pretty happily, but when my wife got pregnant she insisted that the cat become an outdoor cat. I didn't like it, but agreed to it.
Three months later I found her smashed on the side of the road. I scooped her up and carried her to my backyard, dug a hole, and then buried her. I'm not a person that gets overly attached to animals, but fuck if I didn't have to fight back tears the entire time.
Yea, so true.
She's only like 2 and a half years old, too.
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These bunnies died after 3 days.
The housekeepers thought buying another, bigger bunny would cheer me up.
It died after 2 days.
Bet you guys ate great though.
we took him to the vet to find out that his mouth was a rotten mess and that he would have to have almost if not all of his teeth removed and that there was a chance he could die during surgery because i guess tiny dogs don't react well to large doses of anesthesia. anyways, he has the successful surgery and we take him home and just starts acting weird. he seems to be in constant pain and can barely walk. he can basically only walk in circles. he yelps everytime we try to move him and he won't come near us. we made him a couple beds on the floor for him to sleep on. eventually he started to get better and seemed to be in less pain.
then he started acting really weird. it's the dead of winter, there's a solid 4 feet of snow in the backyard that he can walk on. i let him outside one night and notice he's taking an abnormal amount of time so i go to check on him. i see him sitting in the middle of the backyard, on the snow, shivering. i call his name but he isn't reacting, he just sits on the snow. i go trudging through the snow and pick him up and bring him inside. next time, same thing. he just goes out on the snow and sits there. it's -25c outside and he weighs 4 pounds. he's usually outside for all of 30 seconds but he just wants to go outside and lay down on the freezing snow. every day for about two weeks he would do this. sit at the back door to go outside then just go sit on the snow until i came to pick him up. we couldn't figure out what was wrong with him.
then one day he just starts acting normal again. he sits at the back door waiting to go out, so i go get my boots and jacket on expecting to have to go outside and stop him from freezing to death and he's outside peeing as fast as he can so he can run back inside into the warm house.
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They cast a shadow like a sundial in the morning light. It was half past 10.
this thread just reminded me that I've a cat that's been around since I was 8 years old and she's probably going to be dead by the time I visit home next.
my mom said it got worse and she's gotten a bunch of ointments and steroids from the vet and they aren't really doing much : (
his legs were basically unable to hold his own weight anymore and he kept falling down the stairs
it was really sad and unexpected as I really had no idea how bad of shape he was in. my dad called me the day afterwards and was like "by the way, we decided to put the dog down." yeah, great, thanks for the heads up dude.
but I talked to my parents today and they said she is frolicking around like she did in days of old and is back to eating her old food
He was good people.
Thats....
Thats horrible
Talon
When I was a little kid my golden retriever died from a heart tumor too
EMPATHY DUDE
It is weird for me to be a dude who lives alone with his cat I know but I didn't choose her, she chose me
Dang old pain in the ass wouldn't stop meowing in front of my apartment and was hells of torn up, probably got hit by a car
And me being an OCD dude I did not want to touch this thing but I had to be nice
Thousands of dollars in vet bills later she is a-ok and is the nicest cat even if it still drives me nuts to have the couch scratched and the litter everywhere
So nice and friendly and will chill with you whenever
I grew up with that dog. Every time I'd come home from the hospital she'd be ready to play. Every time I was sick at home she slept on the foot of my bed and wouldn't eat until I did.
On my 19th birthday I got a phone call from my mother telling me I needed to drive an hour to her house, pick up the dog, take it to the vet, and have her put down. "I just don't have the time, and it needs done."
Apparntly she had been slowly degrading, no longer could hold her food, or her bowels anymore. Had dementia, barked at the wall. Tried to bite mom every time she tried to pick her up. However when I got there she immediately recognized me, wagged her tail, and shit all over the floor in excitement.
Then she fell down and barked at the wall. So I took her in, held back the tears while I drove as she slept on my lap. Carried her in, and as soon as I set foot in that vet's office I lost it like a little girl. They were awesome, gave me a few moments to collect myself and say goodbye to her. Then I collected the body, paid for it, and took her out to the farm where we first lived and buried her near her old pen.
That birthday sucked.
The fact that a golden retriever is posted so prominently kinda gets me, though, as a golden retriever named Grizzly was just about my favorite pet ever.
Most recently my cat, Jasper, died over a year ago. Run over in the apartment parking lot....one with a speed limit of 5 mph. Ugh. And I had to watch him die, half crushed, calling the vet to see if I could do anything. Gross and heart crushing.
Secret Satan
Whoever has had a golden retriever knows that they are so awesome.
I still can't believe that when I go to visit my parents he won't be there.
My dog died when I was a junior in college, had him, since I was in the fifth grade. He was a black lab named Dave. And possibly the best fucking dog, I have ever had. He was my do, didn't really respond to anyone else in the family. Some how, we just bonded. Well, I come home my junior year f or spring break. See him, take him for a walk, play with him. I go to take a nap, in the afternoon, and he goes outside. Nothing out of the normal, till my dad calls me out because he went out t' the far part away from the house, and died. I guess so I wouldn't see him go.
Broke my fucking heart.
that is so sad oh my god
pretty completely unaffected by pets dying
That's almost worse
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