Bad news...

[aliantha]

Oh man. Been there, done that.

[onewyteduck]

RIP, Pookie

[Menolly]

Oh ex...
I am so sorry.

[Creator]

I am so sorry to all who have lost pets

On January 25th we had to put my son's dog Ginger to sleep. Cancer was causing permanent pneumonia. My daughter drove up (with mom and grandbaby) so that my son would have his sister and dad with him and Ginger (mom watched the granddaughter.) We stayed with Ginger through it all and her passing was peaceful. She had been with us almost 9 years.

The loss of a pet is the loss of a family member who has only given love and affection (and perhaps a little mischief now and then ) for their whole life.

My support goes out to all who have felt such pain

And I too get a little teary as I think of the loved pet family members I have seen pass.

[Wyldewode]

So very sorry, exnihilo. . . May your memories of cherished times with Pookie sustain you.

[sgt.null]

Sad news... they found out she has cancer and they had to put her down today. Thanks for all the sympathetic messages on here, I really appreciate it.

i am so sorry to hear that.

[exnihilo]

Creator, I am sorry to hear that, it has to be extra hard to watch your children grieve like that. My condolences.

Thank you all, you are so kind. I really appreciate the group hugs as I have shed some tears today. I think as a memorial to Pookie I will post the contents of an email from my mother (written to my sister, but cc to me) about the situation. You will be able to tell just how much she meant to all of us.

Rachel,

We took Pookie to see the vet this morning at 8:30. She wasn't feeling good at all last night and we were very concerned. We were petting her and Nibbles [a very fat, irritable, and mischevious cat they have] was licking her ears. This morning, Pookie went into the living room, and I saw Nibs in there licking her head, trying to make her feel better.

I had called the vet early to see if I could see her and they wouldn't confirm it, so I called Holly at home (and she didn't mind) and met us there. She took xrays and found a mass under her spine which looked cancerous and pushing against her stomach causing her not to eat and giving her indigestion.

Holly called us and told us and said the prognosis wasn't good. We could have opted for surgery but she did not recommend it based her experience and the likelyhood that she would open Pookie up and then have to put her to sleep on the table. She asked us to call her back when we decided. So we went and prayed and cried and cried and prayed and cried and cried and talked about what was best for Pookie and would not be selfish of us. Then we decided that we needed to go on and do it because she couldn't enjoy her life as it was and leaving her over there today would cause her unnecessary emotional suffering. So we called Holly back and told her we were coming and she wholeheartedly agreed that it was the right thing to do.

so, we took her soft bed and the canvass cover off the dog bed under her big pillow and went to the vets. They brought her in and she was glad to see us. We all got down on the floor and got her to sit on her pillow, while Holly administered the drug through the port she had put in her to give her liquids. I was balling my eyes out and Dad was crying too, petting her, kissing her and telling her he loved her. I was holding her head and crying and talking to her. She passed very peacefully and quickly. Then we brought her home and buried her behind the swingset by the fence (and next to where we planted our cedar tree from Christmas). We put her collar and a chew bone in with her and petted her some more. Then placed a white rose from the ones Dad bought me the other day on her grave and I put a green Easter Egg "stake" at the top of her grave. Me, dad and WTM stood by and Dad said a prayer thanking God for her and telling her we'd see her again. My basic prayer is and was: the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away. Blessed be the name of the Lord. She was a great gift, Rachel. Thank you for bringing our one and only daughter dog into our life. She was nothing but a joy and pleasure with her unquestioning love and deep devotion and affection for us. I will always think of the "threesome" that we made when no one else was around. It was a very private thing and she lived to be with just me and Dad. We will miss her and her ways more than words can say for a long time. There will be no more because we had the best. Pookie.

love, Mom

[Menolly]

Although it is too soon to consider it, I hope one day they will change their minds about having another dog. It wouldn't take Pookie's place; nothing could do that. But it would fill a void in their life.

[exnihilo]

Those are kind and wise words Mennolly. Thank you for being your usual wonderful self.

[Gil galad]

Sorry to hear about your loved pet passing on, best wishes to you and your family.

[Cameraman Jenn]

I'm sitting here all teary eyed at my desk. I am sending humongous hugs your way. I also just had a love session with Moose in honor of Pookie. It is never easy to lose a pet and I agree with Menolly, I hope they change their minds about not getting another dog. There are animal shelters full of warm fuzzy loveys that need a good home and they sure gave Pookie a good home. They should keep sharing the love.

[exnihilo]

Thanks again everyone for so much kindness. I hate to keep doing this to everyone but I want to put this up.


Rest in peace Pookie. We love you always.

[Menolly]

awww...
*sniffle*

I can even just make out her Gator collar.

She was a beauty, exnihilo.

[exnihilo]

Yes she was.

[Loredoctor]

I guess what I don't understand is why dogs don't live longer than they do. It isn't fair to have to love them and lose them that way (and I hate what it is doing to my parents). But they say it's better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all. It just doesn't feel that way when you know the loss is getting a whole lot closer.

I love dogs, too. And I hate it that these wonderful beings only grace our lives for so short a time. Thanks for sharing your pain with us, and know that KW is here for you. If you ever need a friend to talk to, send me a pm or email, exnihilo. We're all here for you.

[Loredoctor]

Creator, I am sorry to hear that, it has to be extra hard to watch your children grieve like that. My condolences.

Thank you all, you are so kind. I really appreciate the group hugs as I have shed some tears today. I think as a memorial to Pookie I will post the contents of an email from my mother (written to my sister, but cc to me) about the situation. You will be able to tell just how much she meant to all of us.

Rachel,

We took Pookie to see the vet this morning at 8:30. She wasn't feeling good at all last night and we were very concerned. We were petting her and Nibbles [a very fat, irritable, and mischevious cat they have] was licking her ears. This morning, Pookie went into the living room, and I saw Nibs in there licking her head, trying to make her feel better.

I had called the vet early to see if I could see her and they wouldn't confirm it, so I called Holly at home (and she didn't mind) and met us there. She took xrays and found a mass under her spine which looked cancerous and pushing against her stomach causing her not to eat and giving her indigestion.

Holly called us and told us and said the prognosis wasn't good. We could have opted for surgery but she did not recommend it based her experience and the likelyhood that she would open Pookie up and then have to put her to sleep on the table. She asked us to call her back when we decided. So we went and prayed and cried and cried and prayed and cried and cried and talked about what was best for Pookie and would not be selfish of us. Then we decided that we needed to go on and do it because she couldn't enjoy her life as it was and leaving her over there today would cause her unnecessary emotional suffering. So we called Holly back and told her we were coming and she wholeheartedly agreed that it was the right thing to do.

so, we took her soft bed and the canvass cover off the dog bed under her big pillow and went to the vets. They brought her in and she was glad to see us. We all got down on the floor and got her to sit on her pillow, while Holly administered the drug through the port she had put in her to give her liquids. I was balling my eyes out and Dad was crying too, petting her, kissing her and telling her he loved her. I was holding her head and crying and talking to her. She passed very peacefully and quickly. Then we brought her home and buried her behind the swingset by the fence (and next to where we planted our cedar tree from Christmas). We put her collar and a chew bone in with her and petted her some more. Then placed a white rose from the ones Dad bought me the other day on her grave and I put a green Easter Egg "stake" at the top of her grave. Me, dad and WTM stood by and Dad said a prayer thanking God for her and telling her we'd see her again. My basic prayer is and was: the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away. Blessed be the name of the Lord. She was a great gift, Rachel. Thank you for bringing our one and only daughter dog into our life. She was nothing but a joy and pleasure with her unquestioning love and deep devotion and affection for us. I will always think of the "threesome" that we made when no one else was around. It was a very private thing and she lived to be with just me and Dad. We will miss her and her ways more than words can say for a long time. There will be no more because we had the best. Pookie.

love, Mom

Oh, exnihilo. I'm sorry to hear of your family's lost. I'm teary right now. But again, you were graced to have had the dog in your life. And is she at peace.

[Wyldewode]

Thanks for the photo. . . she was a lovely dog. As Lore said, we're all here for you.

[bloodguard bob]

Oh, she's beautiful. Warm vibes to you and your family.

[Sunbaneglasses]

Homer, my grandparents 17 year old poodle had to be put to sleep last week. For the 1st 3 years of Homers life he was my dog. My grandfather put Homer out to potty and he wandered off. Homer could neither see nor hear well and he was on Arthritis medication, but my grandmother would not even consider
having him put down. He disappeared on Thursday and a neighbor found him the following Monday. Homer had walked down into a ditch, gotten tangled in the brambles and could not get out, he spent 4 nights outside in sub freezing temperatures.
Homer was still alive, but in bad shape when he was found and had to be put to sleep the next day. It is not the fact that Homer is gone that upsets me, it is the fact that he spent the last 4 days of his life alone, cold, frightened, and suffering. My grandmother is crushed.

[sgt.null]

sbg - i am so sorry to hear that.

ex- your dog was a beauty.