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|12-19-2016 03:16 PM|
|KillRbee18||All I can say is I WILL NEVER PUT A DOG ON A CHAIN AND LEAVE HIM OUTSIDE WITH AN IGLOO DOG HOUSE AND A BOWL OF DOGFOOD (outside dog)--NOT COOL! Dogs needs love and attentions and be able to interact with their love ones. THIS IS JUST MY OPINION!|
|12-17-2016 04:01 PM|
|Jenny720||Miss Chloe- thank you. I do think of all the fun times and have learned from my mistake with a great cost but was an accident. When our four legged friend passes away tragically, suddenly, old age etc I think there is much guilt and thought of how we could of did things different. Yes experiences with our pets teach us many things and we must also know so many things are not in our control.Parting is very painful but to cherish the good times helps to heal.|
|12-17-2016 12:55 PM|
Originally Posted by Jenny720 View Post
For myself, I wish I'd known about pain management with my first dog, my beagle boy. I thought he was slowing down from age. I took him in regularly to my vet for checkups but somehow, I ended up losing him suddenly due to multiple organ failure (he was 12). I took him in because he was a bit off with eating and casually mentioned something else which sent my vet into alert. I knew then something big was wrong. When he phoned with the test results, I cried and cried. I asked for one more day with him. My vet clearly didn't think that was a good idea but said yes. Knowing what I know now, I shouldn't have taken the risk of putting my dog in pain but back then I just couldn't face the reality right away.
I did manage to think ahead to discuss and pay for the procedure in advance. That was when they suggested pain medication. When I gave him the first dose, he turned into a puppy, so playful and energetic. We had a fabulous, heartbreaking day together. It could've been a rally but it still hurts my heart to think pain must've contributed to him slowing down. How long was he in pain? Days? Months? Longer? I don't know.
I'm far more proactive with my dogs now because of him.
|12-16-2016 02:12 PM|
I just lost a dog suddenly- she was healthy, happy and just a wonderful, special, friend. We were running, and she just collapsed. She was dead before I got to her. I originally thought she'd run into a tree and broken her neck somehow, but my vet thinks she just collapsed, probably her heart. Something congenital. It happens to human runner, I've actually known a couple who died this way...
I feel so guilty. I keep wishing I hadn't run with her that night (I had a late class), that I'd not taken so long in class, that my timing had been slightly different. That I'd called her with slightly different timing, that I'd gone to a different trail. etc etc.
At least I can rest knowing she died doing what she loved. I have no regrets in the life I gave her, and she always knew she was loved.
But the flashbacks I am having of just out running and calling her, her not coming, running to her, and her just dead, suddenly, they are strong and keep me awake. I had to call a friend to help me carry her out- that was hard but I blocked it out and didn't let that become a memory because I knew then I needed to just get through it. I feel like, somehow, I failed by beautiful girl, and I am not sure I'll ever get over that.
|12-16-2016 10:09 AM|
|Johnnny13||I have a Olde English Bulldogge. He was very difficult to train. We eventually got him to learn to come and sit. We tried outside private training and then eventually a K9 behaviorist. It turns out that he is actual mentally challenged. I still enjoy him but it's more like living with a wild animal. Our other dogs have learned to deal with him but it definitely is challenging.|
|12-02-2016 03:57 PM|
Had Shiloh shepherd that was never a problem for me. Got her as a return to a breeder at a year old. I never had a problem with her but she bit someone going into my house when I was not there. Prior to this she would only nip people to let them know who was boss and whose house it was. Paid a professional person who said the dog wouldn't be good around anyone else ever, especially kids.
After that bad bite, I took her back to that same breeder to be rehomed. Hope she got a good one as the breeder was several hours away and would not answer me about her. I think I did the best for her under the circumstance and that was probably why she went back the first time, yet never was like that with me.
Now I got a puppy with no unknown prior history or issues. She is fine with all. But like everyone else you think you failed them and hope you did what was best for them. Thought pill to swallow.
|11-11-2016 12:29 PM|
These stories are making me pretty sad. I can see this as a great therapeutic thread. Dogs/animals can bring us great joy but also great heartache. It reminded me of the guilt I still carry with one of our dogs we had when I was in 5th grade. Her name was Fica- she was a poodle terrier mix and looked like a medium sized Irish wolf hound. We had adopted her and had her only about a year. This was back in the day where kids roamed free my best friend, sister, myself and Fica my dog would ride our bikes around the neighborhood. Fica was often off leash. She would always ride by my side and not wander. We were looking for a van that we heard that was hanging around and tried to grab a kid at local bus stop. I must of read to much Nancy Drew back and watched to many murder she wrote episodes. We were riding down a fairly busy road and I noticed Fica was not by my side. I kept calling her and calling her without looking back as I was on my bike. I heard a car screeching its brakes and a scream of a dog-my dog. We turned around and dropped my bike and ran to the corner where I was with her moments before. I ran over to the now tan/brownish car that had its door open and woman standing outside the car. My dog was laying in the road lifeless.
I knew at that moment because I called her name, Fica came to me and was hit by the car. She was good girl such a good dog so smart. She was listening to my calls is why she got hit. The woman put Fica in her car and followed us home. I remember crying so much feeling like this was just a bad dream. I watched her lifeless body trying to will her back to life. Waking up the next morning was the worst. We went to school the next day as my mom thought it keep our minds busy. It was picture day in school. We still have those school pictures - my sister and my eyes are are red and our faces were puffy from crying all night and day. Even though I was just a kid I still feel very guilty going on that busy road without a leash and calling her without looking back. I still can cry a river over her even so many years later.
|11-11-2016 02:30 AM|
I failed a dog once. My wife and I decided our Saint Bernard needed some canine company. We opted for a rescue and I immediately gravitated towards this beautiful female puppy. She was 6 months old and we were told she was a German Shepherd/Staff mix. She looked like a Shepherd with a brindle coat and floppy ears (although I'm convinced she was a Dutch Shepherd mixed with a breed that gave her floppy ears). We named her Rogue. Within a week I noticed when I would approach her she would roll over and pee. This progressed to her emptying her bladder anytime I came near her and she would cower away in fear with her tail tucked. She only got this reaction with me. I firmly believe she was abused and came to fear men. This went on for a year, never seeing any success. It became very stressful because I wanted very badly to bond with her but she was just too afraid and stressed.
I suffer from PTSD and I think we were both feeding off of each others stress and anxieties. The last weekend she was with us I had fallen asleep on the couch. I was covered completely with a blanket and Rogue ran in the living room excited and energetic and jumped on the couch not knowing I was there. When she realized it was me, she peed on me leaving me and the couch drenched in urine. I became enraged, the stress of trying to make it work and not having any success and some rage that comes in bouts from my ptsd kicked in. We made the decision that day that she needed an environment where she didn't have to live in fear of me. We re-homed her to a young lady who had recently lost her dog to old age. She lived in a house with no men. We still keep in touch with this young lady and Rogue is doing great. She lives in a great home were she is not living in constant fear. This young lady's boyfriend started coming around slowly and she does great around him apparently. This is what makes me feel guilty. Although I feel that we just didn't match up, I sometimes feel I could have kept working with her longer than 1 year. At least she's happy now.
|11-01-2016 04:05 PM|
Zane and Abby, two dogs we really never should of gotten.
We got them both as puppies months apart. Zane was a Pit Bull mix and Abby could of been a mix of GSD, Boxer or Shiba Inu. Neither of them were stable and my families lack of knowledge probably made it worse. Neither got trained or socialized properly.
Zane had been tortured with fireworks and shot by the time we adopted him at 8 or 9 weeks and Abby had been born in an empty lot.
They became almost like litter mates until they hit about a year old and started fighting. My dad got Zane fixed (Abby was spayed before we got her) and the number of fights decreased but never stopped.
Zane became anxious and started having health problems as he aged, including a sensitive stomach, skin allergies, and a pellet that traveled around his body. Abby became unpredictable.
Abby became to bare her teeth at us and the last straw was her attacking and almost killing one of our cats who had just been sitting there doing nothing. We rehomed her at the age of 6 to a couple who had experience with unstable dogs and the last we heard she was living a pampered life as an only pet and we still have Zane who is now 8, but won't be getting another bully breed or mix in the future.
|10-29-2016 05:02 PM|
|maxtmill||This thread is difficult to read, but at the same time it is a bit therapeutic for me to read how other folks have struggled at times with failures. It is so hard for me to forgive myself for stupid failures, because I love my dogs so much!|
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