|Today 12:00 AM|
|pianocandy||Yup. The girl we had before our current pup. She was my family dog growing up, and when my husband and I bought our house we took her. It took about two weeks for me to notice she wasn't as I remembered her, but my parents and siblings all said it was her personality lately and she was just slowing down and aging. Well one day her stools started getting soft, and then she started losing hair (which we thought was normal shedding due to temperature) and then one day this pup who had loved to go with me for miles on end couldn't keep up when I went to get the mail. We took her in and her red blood cell count was 8. It's supposed to be 28-32, and most dogs die when it drops to about 13. At that point we decided to let her go before she had the trauma of vet visits and tests with small chance of success, but I hadn't brought anything with me to the vet's expecting it to be an hour visit and we stayed for 4. She hadn't had food, and the poor girl was stressed. I wish I would have thought to make her more comfortable and brought her toys and such with. I also wish I'd listened to my gut earlier telling me something was wrong with my pup no matter what anyone said. Poor girl should have never gotten that sick without us catching it. Having said that I'm glad we caught it before she was in actual pain as opposed to just low energy so that's a small consolation. Now with Shayna, I will go with my gut.|
|Yesterday 09:12 PM|
|Yesterday 08:55 PM|
|BARBIElovesSAILOR||Sadly yes. My family dog Goldy. Male golden retriever chow mix. He was aloof, but very bonded with my dad. I had him since I was 8. He was a stray and he chose us. Him and my father were like two peas in a pod. Goldy was so fuzzy and cuddly and cute but he never wanted to be cuddled by me. One day when I was maybe 16 or 17, we were living in a house with wooden floors. Goldy was inside the house and I wanted to play and cuddle him. I started razzling him and pulling and pushing, just trying to rough house with him. Goldy slipped and did the splits almost with his hind legs. Ever since that day, his hips started getting bad, he started getting hip dysplasia. He started packing on weight because he didn't walk as much anymore. Goldy was euthanized when I was maybe 22,23? He lived a loong life, but several years of it were miserable and in pain because of his hips. By the time he died, he probably weight 120 lbs. a healthy weight for him was maybe 75? I'll never forgive myself. For as long as I live. I felt so guilty after that. I still feel like crying when I think about poor Goldy. I loved him, and now look back and realize what an idiot kid I was. From that moment on I have been really protective around my dogs and kids/teens. I NEVER rough housed with any of my dogs after that . But no matter what I do going forward I can never take back what I did to goldy. I'm so upset thinking about it now, and I have always felt so responsible for Goldy's decline and I don't know how to ever forgive myself. Goldilocks :-(|
|Yesterday 12:49 PM|
|Ruger Monster||I worry about failing Ruger somehow. He's still young, so I cant imagine I've done anything to fail him yet, but I'm scared I'll do something wrong along the way and end up failing him. We are already planning on getting him trained with a very good program here, socialize him as much as we can, etc. It already sucks that I cant always be home with him, but having him HAS made me stop working so much of my life away!|
|08-10-2014 11:57 PM|
I have failed every dog I have owned in some way.
I have missed signals from dogs that were so clear they might as well have typed out a message. I missed what they were trying to tell me because I am a self-absorbed idiot sometimes.
I've had to rehome two dogs in my lifetime . . .and I should have known better than to take them on in the first place at the time.
The worst: I left my dog with my Mom when I went to Alaska. Now my Mom loved him, and he loved her, and it was good that she had him all those years. But I really didn't understand how much he loved me or would miss me. When I came back years later he was partly blind and deaf and quite old. I came up to him and he cowered back a little, then he smelled me. And the sounds he made . . . he wept. That's the only way I can describe it. He screamed and moaned and yodeled and just did a dog version of hysterical weeping for joy. Just talking about it now is making me cry. You see, he missed me terribly all that time. I didn't understand how much he loved me. I just didn't get it. I loved him, but to him I was the the center of his existence and I left. He deserved better. He was with me during some of the hardest times of my life and I paid him back poorly.
But I sometimes think this is always the case. They give us complete devotion and we give them back . . .some devotion. They are superior to us in how they love, I think. We can only aspire to be more like them.
The most amazing thing is that I truly believe with all my heart that not one dog I ever owned thought I failed him or her. They don't forgive you, they don't even accept the concept that you could wrong them. They just love you. It's amazing.
|08-10-2014 09:40 PM|
|Maxil||I failed my old GS lexy and I regret it till now, the poor thing had parvo and the day she died I wasn't beside her to make her feel comfy I really failed her and failed her hard , I cry everytime I remember how I failed her and try to imagine how hard was ut for her looking for me and I wasn't around with her|
|08-10-2014 09:34 PM|
|GSD Owner in Training :-)||I feel as though i have failed my GSD in the training aspect. And although he is 18 months we are working on it now. I know it's going to be a long road a head of us and he and I are not perfect but we take it one day at a time and see what works best for us.|
|08-03-2014 07:41 PM|
|VTGirlT||I feel like i am failing her a lot of the time.. But i am more afraid of totally failing her!|
|08-03-2014 07:15 PM|
Lisl is not a 'social butterfly'. She is from K9 bred stock and most of her siblings past, present, and future are, and were for police departments, and other law enforcement organizations or border patrol for the Canadians.
She would probably not be as dog reactive as she is had it not been for several incidences she experienced as a very young pup while out for walks in the neighborhood.
On the plus side of those experiences, she is very capable of defending herself and warding off other dogs that are sometimes loose in my neighborhood.
She doesn't like many people either, doesn't like to be stared at and will let you know it, and is difficult to pet even by those family members who know her best.
She would rather sit at my side or in my lap that be socialable.
She is a dog with traits that have to be managed because I cannot train them out of her. It's genetic, and that's really how I want her to be or I would not have bought a prospective K9 dog.
She is also extremely intelligent, eager to please, and a one-person dog. I wouldn't trade her for all the money in the world.
|08-03-2014 06:46 PM|
|marbury||Yep. Every time I have to work late or am sick in bed or whatever I feel like I didn't earn my gold star for the day for doing right by my dogs. But it's not really failure, they live in the moment. The next day when we do get to go hiking or play fetch or run beside the bike they have no recollection that the day before they were stuck on the couch all afternoon.|
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