ShadowsPapa
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- Bill
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- Runnells, Iowa
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Dogs and cats (and horses and others) are the type that develop real friendships - with each other and with humans.
It hurts like hell when they leave us - but for that time you were in their life, you were their everything, a friend, companion, and caretaker. Know that they were better for knowing you - and you were better for knowing them.
To this day, I miss this little goofball, suck-up, 3 years later it hurts. We were joined at the hip. He followed me everywhere and wouldn't let me sit or lay down without being there.
In the end, he was so bad off he stopped drinking, stopped eating and it was impossible to get any meds in him. I knew we had reached the point of no return. So off to the vet - he died in my arms, I felt the life go out of his body.
He always had to be near me, or my stuff. On his last day, he found where I had laid some clothes on the floor, and laid down to feel the comfort of my stuff.
I took him to the vet, curled up on my clothes in the Jeep.
When Dad was killed in an accident, he had a little wooly white dog (can't recall the breed) and he and Mom had become attached to, but especially Dad.
So there was the dog, still on the house.........
My brother, Scot, also a dog and cat person, took in the dog.
After a few weeks, Vukie (sp) developed some sort of heart trouble (he was getting old anyway). My brother spent the time (days) and money (I know in the many thousands) to get him rushed up to ISU veterinary school and hospitals to get him taken care of. Things got better for a while, then relapse. Back to ISU again. This time, there just wasn't going to be a fix.
Vukie died and my brother was forever changed. It was like Dad had died all over again and he's not been the same since.
It hurts like hell when they leave us - but for that time you were in their life, you were their everything, a friend, companion, and caretaker. Know that they were better for knowing you - and you were better for knowing them.
To this day, I miss this little goofball, suck-up, 3 years later it hurts. We were joined at the hip. He followed me everywhere and wouldn't let me sit or lay down without being there.
In the end, he was so bad off he stopped drinking, stopped eating and it was impossible to get any meds in him. I knew we had reached the point of no return. So off to the vet - he died in my arms, I felt the life go out of his body.
He always had to be near me, or my stuff. On his last day, he found where I had laid some clothes on the floor, and laid down to feel the comfort of my stuff.
I took him to the vet, curled up on my clothes in the Jeep.
When Dad was killed in an accident, he had a little wooly white dog (can't recall the breed) and he and Mom had become attached to, but especially Dad.
So there was the dog, still on the house.........
My brother, Scot, also a dog and cat person, took in the dog.
After a few weeks, Vukie (sp) developed some sort of heart trouble (he was getting old anyway). My brother spent the time (days) and money (I know in the many thousands) to get him rushed up to ISU veterinary school and hospitals to get him taken care of. Things got better for a while, then relapse. Back to ISU again. This time, there just wasn't going to be a fix.
Vukie died and my brother was forever changed. It was like Dad had died all over again and he's not been the same since.
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