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General Forums => The O' Club => Topic started by: red26 on November 08, 2008, 03:05:08 PM
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My little girls cat "Mocha" was sick and had been for about a week now. We called the Vet and they said that it might be that she had a stomach virus and to give her lots of pedia light and watch her well we did and she just got worse. she lost around 6 pounds and wouldn't move very much at all. So we decided to take her to the vet for some test to be ran. First was the blood work encase it was kidney failure and that came back clean so we took X rays and that's were it happened the doc came into the room and showed us the X rays and there it was cancer the doc told us that there was treatment for it but it would not cure it and would only prolong it. So I had to do the one thing a father hates to do in life yup have her put down. Mocha was given to us about 4 yrs ago and had been in the family for 15 yrs. Mocha was like one of my kids she slept with me at night and she loved sitting in our laps. I have put dogs down myself in my life but the hardest thing to do was tell my little girl that Mocha was going to not come home with us and why. Ive seen some bad things in life but this hurt almost as bad as loosing my own kid.
(http://a886.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/31/l_46c093c3e37bbac21637b1bcb914201d.jpg)Mocha and me being Lazy LOL
(http://a394.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/1/l_6237c601d9d8650df6149fde76eec561.jpg) My Fat cat I miss her already :cry :(
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Aww that sad my cat pass away right before Christmas. :( :(
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RIP
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Sorry for your loss, now it's time for a kitty. :)
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We have four Red. Be glad to send ya one :D
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I'm so sorry for your loss bud. I've been there myself in the past and it's never easy. :(
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sorry for your loss. :(
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That's a hard thing to do We had to put my wife's cat down after 14 years. I let it go for a little while then the next week took her out to get a new cat. Best thing I could have done. The new cat travels with us now and is definitely part of the family.
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sorry to hear sir that stinks :(
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Man that sucks. I can only offer my sympathies.
We almost lost our dog a couple weeks ago, a yellow lab. The wife took him in to be "fixed", and the Vet botched the surgery. An artery wasn't secured properly and fell into his abdomen after the surgery. He almost bled to death internally. He had to be taken to an emergency animal clinic were they operated and saved him. Told us he was within 30 minutes of dieing. Long story goes with it, but I will just say it was a very emotional and scary time for us. An incident like this reminds you not to take a pet for granted, we get mighty attached to them.
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This is an event that I hold very close to my heart. It has actually become one of my most treasured memories. If you understand why then you do if you don't understand why then I cant help you with it.
It is a sad moment in my history, one amongst many, but separate from the rest because this was the final moment between me and Damien.
Damien was my Rottweiler, he was pure bred and beautiful. He weighed 140lbs and was the gentlest sweetest puppy that I ever had the privilege of meeting. He was completely people friendly, anyone with a tennis ball was his friend.
Well I had to leave home for a while when Damien was three years old, I was gone for just under four years. When I left home he was happy and healthy and vibrant and the world was his playground, when I came home things had changed.
I left him in the loving care of my ex-girlfriend, her name is Dee. She was Damien's mother in essence, we picked him out together at the age of two weeks, brought him home together at the age of seven weeks and despite mine and Dee's intermittent break ups over the next three years raised him together. He was constantly loved, there was never a question of it.
When Damien was one year old Dee and I got him a little brother, enter Ragnarok. He is a fruitloop of a Rottweiler, hyper and nuts. Damien loved him from the moment they met. They were inseparable from that day forward. Rags, he's still my silly boy. He is living with Dee, I can see him pretty much when ever I want. But his story will be left for some future blog.
Damien as you could see by the photo loop on my profile page was a perfect rotty, the big block head, deep chest and broad shoulders not a hair out of place. Just the type of perfection that will almost make you wonder if god took a personal interest in his creation. We had his hips x-rayed when he was one, an he saw the vet on a bimonthly basis. With the exception of his mild addiction to honey dip doughnuts from dunkins, (due to their love of doughnuts, my friends actually nicknamed him and Rags rot-crullers), Damien was always in perfect health. Never was there a reason to believe that he would not live forever.
When Damien was about six years old and I was just under a year from coming home he began to act a little strangely. Dee described it as acting old, slow to get up slow moving loss of energy and vitality. So as always she took him to the vets, after tests and x-rays they told her the bad news. I do not know the medical terms that they gave her for the condition, but what was happening to my baby was cruelty most foul. If god did take an interest in Damien's creation, then the devil himself touched him as well.
A vertebrae in Damien's lower spine was turning itself, it was slowly pinching his spinal cord putting immense pressure on his lower back and hips. The vets told Dee that as time went on the pain and the pressure would become unbearable, the simple act of moving any part of his body would put him in the most excruciating pain. She made dozens of calls and many appointments with many vets but they all had the same horrible answer for her, "there is nothing we can do except medicate him for the pain". Only one vet said there may be an operation to help him, it would cost between $6,000.00 and $8,000.00, the risk was extremely high and the possibility of success extremely low. So there was no answer, no help for my puppy.
Dee started him on the pain killers, but there help was limited. If he was active or if it was chilly out or if ect ect, then he would whimper every time he moved. The pills made him hyper and hungry. He was constantly looking for food of any kind, like a man starving to death, and even though every movement brought on more pain he couldn't sit still. The doses of pain meds she gave him increased by leaps and bounds, within a year she was giving him in essence a clinical overdose every day, still he got worse.
Around this time I returned home, to see the most beautiful creature I have ever known, to find my one pure possession, broken. The depths of the pool of sorrow surrounding my heart at seeing him like this knew no bottom. He was, but also, was not the animal I loved and lost just a short forever ago.
Dee and I spoke often over the next year of what had to be done, his pain was constant, unrelenting. It was cruelty and selfishness to force Damien to bear another winter, neither Dee nor I could emotionally handle watching him suffer that, so the appointment was made.
It was Damien's birth month, November of 2001, making Damien just 8 years old. He was so young, but I could not wait any longer the chill in the fall air was hurting him terribly. So after pumping him full of his pills, I took him to the park and ran him and played with him and hugged and kissed him and loved him for every moment that I missed while I was away. When I brought him back to Dee in the late afternoon Damien could have no doubt in his heart that I loved him. He did not know the horrible and burdensome secret I carried in my heart.
It was mid morning when I arrived at Dee's house. She had been crying off and on all morning and dotting over Damien like a mother would a sick child. Her sadness at seeing me was written on her face, my arrival meant it was time. I watched her try not to cry as she walked him outside with me to say goodbye.
The ride from Dee's house to the vets was too short, it felt like time was racing when in my heart I only wanted it to slow down. Damien sat contentedly in the front seat beside me eating the dozen doughnuts I brought for him.
I arrived at the vets as I had dozens of times in the past, these were the people who had taken care of my baby since I first brought him home. They knew everything about him, they were another part of the family to him. Damien knew no fear of this quaint little building, a building that to me now looked like the deepest darkest dungeon to ever have blighted the land of men.
After Damien had finished his doughnuts and picked up his tennis ball I slowly got out of the car and let him out. I spent a few minutes in the parking lot tossing the ball for him and watching him play, I cant remember a time that I'd seen him happier.
When I walked him inside it seemed almost surreal, I could hear the other animals in the waiting room but could not see them nor did I acknowledge their presence. The woman at the reception desk knew Damien, he was happy to see her again. She knew why he was there and came out from behind the counter to say a sad hello to him.
They did not make me sit in the waiting room but instead ushered me directly into a treatment room. As the minutes passed many of the long term staff drifted in and said their hellos to the big silly puppy.
Finally the vet herself entered, I dreaded the sight of her. She smiled a knowing smile of painful understanding and gently asked me if I was ready. I told her the biggest lie I have ever spoken, I said yes.
My case would be handled differently than most, as the vet had know me, Dee and Damien for so long some changes to the procedure would be allowed. I sat upon the floor and curled my right leg in front of me, making Damien lay down in front of me facing towards me. I rested his big beautiful head upon my curl up leg. I then placed my left leg over the top of him, foot planted on the floor so he could not rise. The vet approached him as I spoke to Damien, telling him how much I loved him and how important a figure he would always be in my life. Damien looked into my face and kissed me repeatedly, sniffing and nosing me but allowing me to hold him still as the vet touched his hip. He barely took note of her as she slipped the needle in. As he happily stared deep into my eyes I reached back with my left and found the vet's hand. she guided my hand to the needle. While she held my hand I personally depressed the plunger sending the poison into my lovely boys body.
Letting go of the needle I took Damien's head into both of my hands. I never took my eyes from his, telling him again and again that I loved him letting him lazily kiss my face. His trust in me was unquestionable as he lay there. In just moments his eye lids started to droop, slowly they began to close and his breathing slowed. My heart was breaking, such a ravenous sorrow stole through my being threatening to devour my very essence. I kissed him one final time and whispered my love to him, then I felt upon my wet face his final breath as it escaped his body. My puppy was gone.
While I sat on the floor rocking back and forth holding his head to my chest the vets came in and wrapped his hind quarters first in plastic then in a blanket that I had brought from home.
As I rose to my feet I covered the rest of Damien with the blanket. I reached down and picked him up, his lifeless body the heaviest burden I have ever had to bare.
Leaving the treatment room I stood tall carrying him, an orderly approached to help me, my glare told him not to touch my dog. Instead the orderly turned, walked to the front door and held it open for me.
Damien would not have his body "disposed of" by the vets, I would take him three hours north to my fathers property and with my own hand dig his grave and place him in his final resting place.
As I sat in the car trying to fit the key into the ignition I glanced at the rear view mirror and watched the tears roll down my face, shattering the illusion that I had entertained that I was stronger than tears. I then realized that Damien had licked my face because he had been trying to take away the tears I had been crying since I first lay his head in my lap.
My face was his last vision
My breath was his last sent
My kiss was his last touch
My love was his experience
I love you always bubity
<SALUTE> RED26
FLOTSOM
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The best thing I can say to you is "Go get a kitten, right away"!
Had to put down many a cat, but never been able to do it myself to a dog.
I once sniped a cat who belonged to my bosse's daughter, while he had spirited her away. Cat reported "missing". That was necessary in that case, and she was saved from the grittyness.
Go find yourself a kitten ;)
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:pray
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The best thing I can say to you is "Go get a kitten, right away"!
Had to put down many a cat, but never been able to do it myself to a dog.
I once sniped a cat who belonged to my bosse's daughter, while he had spirited her away. Cat reported "missing". That was necessary in that case, and she was saved from the grittyness.
Go find yourself a kitten ;)
i have a Cat, had him for 6 years now. he is awesome, his name is Cockroach.
i only copied and posted (i originally posted it on my myspace page) Damien's story here because i felt that it would help Red26 understand that even though you lost a wonderful friend it should not be viewed as a time of sadness and grief. the friendship was a beautiful thing that should be treasured for life and never regretted. i am honored that i got to know Damien, and will never regret being there for his last moments. those memories are mine to keep with me forever.
FLOTSOM
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sorry for your loss.
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You can have one of mine cats got so many around here. :uhoh
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You can have one of mine cats got so many around here. :uhoh
Glock why does it not surprise me that you have alot of cats? :rofl :rofl :rofl
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Glock why does it not surprise me that you have alot of cats? :rofl :rofl :rofl
Maybe because they come around my house. I can mail you one. :rock
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Sorry to hear that Red, that pic above could be me and my cat. Mine are gettin older and I dread the day.
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thanks guys I miss her verry much we were best friends and she was like one of my kids. She will be loved and missed verry much now to find that perrrrrrfict cat to bring home. But I will never find another Mocha :(
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I dread the day I have to put one of my pets down (I've got a few more years till I need to worry about that). I've had to deal with losing dogs when I was growing up and that was hard, but that was in my parents hands. The act of taking the pet to the vet for it must be gut wrenching. I'm sure it was never easy for my dad as he's owned many dogs over the years. The last one he lost must have been one of the worst as his 100lbs yellow lab of 13 collapsed during some ball fetching in the back yard. My dad laid with him for about 10 minutes until he passed. It's never easy.
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I can relate Flotsom, put our old Shepherd/Retriever mix down 2 years ago. I can still remember holding him as he tried to jerk away from the poke of the needle and then he faded off. His eyes drooped closed and he hung limp but it was for the best as cancer and hip dysplasia had really taken a toll on him. We had gotten a Shepherd mix the year prior and he'd gone downhill ever since, with the new puppy he was the old man and he showed every sign of it.
Our cat of 13 years is probably soon to go as well, and another one of the dogs is getting on in years as well. Seems you never spent enough time with them when their gone.
All my best for you and your daughter, Red.