Originally Posted By: Timber I apogolize if this sounds offensive, but when the time comes the most important thing for a dog owner is to be there with there dog.
Someone cares for a dog its entire life, but cannot be there to support the animal when it passes.
But, as tough as it is, I think it is very important the dog's owner be their when the dog is put down. If you cannot be there when the dog wants you most I have a problem.
Futhermore, the dog should be allowed to pass on in his/her home, not at some Vet's office.
Excuses a plenty, but I just don't buy them.
Ah, to live in the Ivory Tower and pass judgement. My parents had lost their home. There was no "home" for the dog to die in, no home he knew anyhow. They (senior citizens) had lost every material thing they owned; and their community. And have you seen my other posts where I've mentioned that my sister's and my aunt's (my mom's sister's) house burned to the ground too?
They brought their dog in, thinking that he was having a bad day. He had many of those since they evacuated their home, never to see it again. When the vet told them that it really was time to let him go, then and there, they both broke down. My dad, the big guy (he was a volunteer firefighter in our community for years, and all the kids in the community called him Dad long after I moved away), he just sobbed and sobbed. Mom could barely form sentences when they called me.
I simply told them if it's Ralph's time to go, let him go. But they had no idea it was coming, weren't prepared, had no emotional resources to deal with it; all their friends had suffered loss and weren't really available to them. And you have no idea how many people go through life like this permanently. They're lonely. They don't have much in the way of family and friends. Their dogs are all they have. When they're told (or they realize) their dogs need to be euthanized, they're paralyzed. It's not about avoiding responsibility. It's about the sheer terror of losing your best friend, and facing it alone.
Maybe it would have been better for them to be there in the room with Ralph. Maybe not. If I could have flown to San Diego fast enough, I would have. My sister (curse her!) was preoccupied with her own selfishness...her own child, and dog, and trying to teach traumatized kids in the community, about half of whom lost THEIR homes. She couldn't leave her classroom to be there for Ralph either.
But we loved him. We all wanted to be there for him. What does it say about the life of a GSD that his human "sister" tried to get off work and fly 1500 miles to be there for him during his last moments because her parents were traumatized (and no, I don't use that word lightly) by his impending death.
Timber, your arrogance shows that you've never lived in the real world most of us exist in day to day. My parent's GSD knew he was loved. His vet stood compassionately in all of our places. I believe in heaven, and I know my dogs are there. And Ralphie is there, standing at the gate, greeting friends, and neighbors (hoping to mooch a few snacks). But mostly, waiting for my parents. He doesn't doubt for a second that he is still loved, passionately by all of us.
My dear dog Grover, who died in the emergency room, because we didn't know her heart was failing, didn't endure a better or worse euthanasia than she would have if she were home. We let her go because we didn't want her to suffer as her heart would have stopped within 12-24 hours. So sure, we could have taken her home for the "perfect" at home death. But why?
She was surrounded by a loving family, who held her as she took her last breath. She's in heaven too, with a dear mountain climber friend that she adored who died entirely too young. We'll have to hunt her down because they'll be off scaling mountains and fording rivers whenever Dh and I arrive in heaven. She lived a life of travel, excitement, outdoor adventure and surrounded by us and friends who loved her. Where she took her last breaths isn't as important as how she lived her life. And that she died in the arms of her loving owners.
You don't "sound offensive." You sound out of touch, and ignorant. You may only be able to give your dogs a loving send-off in your living room. The rest of us manage to do it under more difficult circumstances.