One of my dogs passed away tonight, he fell and hit his head. He was such a sweet gentle little guy. I'm at such a loss right now.
He was on the back of the couch, and I think he was a seizure. He fell and hit his head. I picked him up and he died in my arms. He was gone in under minute.
wow-just like that! We had a three year old cat (young and healthy of course) die of a sudden heart attack a few years ago. And this was a few months after another cat died of a tumor. They are both buried in my yard with tombstones we made, fertilizing my Blue point junipers.
I sorry to hear this. Dogs give us so much. I remember when my dog got hit by a car about 7 feet in front of me. When I picked him up, his heart was still beating. I also remember when my dog fell off the bed the other night. It was scary when he didn't move for a bit.
He was a rescue, he was around 2 to 2-1/2 years old when I brought him home. So about 9-1/2 to 10 years old.
At least it was quick and you were with him. I was in the middle of the Pacific when my beagle Lou passed on and I hadn't seen him since the day I left for Japan. Dicanu is right in sprirt...animals, and dogs especially, are the only creatures that will have your back 100 percent. They don't care if you're fifty pounds overweight or you're a kid that doesn't quite communicate with other kids or a ninety year old who may die before themselves. They love unconditionally. :hugs:
Thank you everyone, to say that today sucked is an understatement. The worst part about today, was coming home and Milton not being here to greet me by barking as I walked up the stairs to the door, and then not having him paw at me to pick him up so he could lick my face and snuggle against me. And he was extra special to me, not only because he was the first dog that I could call my very own but because something he did a few years ago. I had caught a nasty flu, and was feeling like crap. I decided to heat up some chicken broth on the stove. I don't if the burner somehow went out or if the burner never actually lit. I then laid down on the couch for a few minutes to let the broth heat up. I fell asleep and Milton jumped up on me and started barking and pawing at me. I got up and realized I could smell a bit of gas. I went into the kitchen and the burner wasn't on but the gas. I grabbed Milton and Gomez and got them out of the house, and turned off the gas valve outside. If he hadn't woken me up, I may not be around today. Because of that, he'll always be my best little bud. I'm grateful that I was with him, and yes dogs have that special quality that no other animal possesses. They love you unconditionally, you are the center of their world and they would trade their life for yours. To me a dog is more human in many ways than a person could ever be, even though comparing them to a human is an insult to a dog.
Also . My former boss put her elderly beagle in a kennel when she went on vacation a few years ago. The dog died while she was in Italy. She told me later "It was better for me that way - I didn't have to deal with seeing her die." I didn't have the nerve to tell my boss how cold I thought that statement was. The dog she'd raised from a pup died all alone in a cage without her family around. Imagine how horrible that was for the poor thing!
My condolences, ed. My dog has been gone almost 3 years, now, and the world is still a little bleaker than it was. She was a good girl, and my best friend. I hope the pain passes quickly and you're able to see all the good again.
I went on vacation to Europe in 1999. I left my two cats (brothers, a couple of years old) with my mother while I was gone. I had told her before I left that if anything happened to either of them while I was gone--and I couldn't do anything about it--that she was NOT to tell me about it. I figured that nothing would. I was wrong. One of the cats suddenly died; a vet suggested that it may have had a congenital heart condition. My mom did the right thing: she didn't tell me until I got home. I was devastated. And I felt very, very guilty. My cat didn't understand I was going on vacation. All he knew was that I had taken them to this strange house to live with this strange woman. By all accounts, my cat had gotten used to living with my mother after a week or two and he was well taken care of, but I can't help but be deeply saddened because he might've thought that I had abandoned him. Even 14 years later, my eyes still well up when I think about it.
So sorry to hear of the loss. As I've told most of posters here, I lost my cat Buttercup recently. I found him dead in the back bedroom on a Sunday afternoon about two weeks ago. Mom and I were both extremely devastated. He was like a family member to us. He was Moms cuddle bunny. He was always there beside Mom. But three weeks ago he wasn't himself and so we kept a good eye on him. Over the weekend he became progressively worse and passed away Sunday afternoon. But a funny thing happened before then. Every morning around 6am I feed all the animals and he was meowing even louder than usual..not for food..but I think he was trying to tell me that he was dying. But I didn't listen. I regret not staying there with him that morning. There is one thing I am grateful for: for him passing away in the house instead of the vets office. We ended up burying him in the backyard right next to Moms room window. Now we have a new addition to the family, Sasha, who is as sweet as can be. I think she is the spitting image of our old cat Melissa who died of a neurological disease. She has the same markings and almost the same exact personality as Melissa. She is a joy but she will never replace Buttercup. I miss that cat so much.
It's been 2 months now, and read your post and starting thinking Milton. Still breaks me up to think about him. Each pet has their own personality and habits, it's so easy to think of them and treat them like a family member. Then when they're gone we realize just how special it was that they shared their life with us. And my little guys are the only family that I have never gotten mad at, have never felt betrayed by, and were always there for me.
Yeah i yeah I know. It's been almost a month now and I still miss that pussycat. Cats are resliant creatures and know when we are sad, happy, sick or indifferent and are always there when we need them. When they pass away, we as owners feel like a part of our hearts are missing. But want to know something? I read this poem after Buttercups death and it states that your "friend would want you to bring in a new friend and love them even more" and that "someday when you go to heaven, you will see every dog and cat that you have owned in the past and they will all be glad to see you greeting them at the pearly gates". Every time I read that poem I get teary eyed. It just tugs at your heart strings!
