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For those pet owners out there.
I noticed that there have been a couple people out there who have recently lost their faithful animal companion. I wanted to share my wife and I's story with you. I don't know if it will help at all, but I know hearing other peoples stories helped me for sure.
In 1996 my wife got a chocolate purebred dachshund. She named her Wilma. This dog was the only hound to catch a rabbit, even the two beagles we still have just chase the rabbits around the property (I am talking about jack rabbits and I don't condone hunting, but, if a dog catches an animal, it's a good hunting dog) practically screaming as loud as they can at the rabbits and then wondering where they went wrong. Since I met my wife about 6 years ago, I did not know Wilma until then. I never had a dog to the day they died. My only dog that I had (a blue tick hound dog) I named ol'blue was given away as a punishment for me getting a D in school. I loved that dog and there is a certain song that can play and bring me to teary eyes. Anyways, because I had never had a dog that long, I could not see suffering that Wilma was going through, my wife's parents however could see it and could tell.
This is what I know about Wilma, it did not matter if it was a bear, the biggest meanest looking human, or even if it was a person wielding a weapon, this small animal would NOT back down to anything or anyone when protecting her master/human. This dog was as stubborn about this as she was brave. She was a good dog, the best anyone could hope for. I had so much respect for this dog, that not only did she keep her place on the bed after we were married (I don't like dogs on the bed) but even after she got to the point she couldn't control herself, I would get up, wash the sheets and put her outside without a spanking, I knew she couldn't help it because she was the best traveling dog and house trained dog I ever knew.
My wife's parents noticed she was suffering, and after witnessing her falling off a 1/2 foot drop from the patio at nighttime, I could start to understand. I told my wife that it was her decision so I wouldn't push it, but I could finally see how she was really suffering. Then one day we had to go up town, her dad asked her " is today the day", my wife broke down crying and said yes. We got Wilma and she rode in the back the way up with my wife in the back. My wife was crying and petting her. We got to the kenel and my wife took off her collar and said her good bye while crying. Her dad and I took Wilma up to the door, and it was locked, because it didn't open for another half an hour that day. I was pissed and thought "jeesh, what else does my wife have to put up with. So, we took Wilma back to the car and we took Wilma to the park and just let her run free (well, not being mean, but she didn't run, it was more like her old lady waddle, didn't matter that tail was wagging away while she was smelling everything). Something funny is when Wilma would go to a new place, she would sniff the perimeter of the area she was in, find her borders I guess, but after that half an hour and she made it about a quarter around, she gave up. Then after a half an hour was up, we took Wilma back to the kenel. Even my "ex-military, now railroad engineer had tears in his eyes. We took her in and explained the situation. Then more bad news, they either needed my wife to go in or to call and give her dad permission to surreender Wilma. I told them, "well I am not going to have my wife come in here, but I can call her". With sounds of sobbing coming from the other side of the phone, my wife said yes, he has permission. After we filled out paperwork and paid for the procedure, I put Wilma down, told her thank you, gave her a hug and a pet, and let the lady take her. As Wilma was getting ready to go through the door, she saw the kenels home cat, she started wagging her tail and went after that feline (not going to hurt her, but for sure interested) and that's my last memory of her.
It is not a downer story, because in the end, my wife (although extremely an emotional person) did what she had to do, even for a dog so close to her heart. We have her collar, and every time I think of Wilma, I knew that my wife had gotten lucky because she got one of the best animal companions a person could get. So I empathize and send out my condolences to you all who went through this.
In 1996 my wife got a chocolate purebred dachshund. She named her Wilma. This dog was the only hound to catch a rabbit, even the two beagles we still have just chase the rabbits around the property (I am talking about jack rabbits and I don't condone hunting, but, if a dog catches an animal, it's a good hunting dog) practically screaming as loud as they can at the rabbits and then wondering where they went wrong. Since I met my wife about 6 years ago, I did not know Wilma until then. I never had a dog to the day they died. My only dog that I had (a blue tick hound dog) I named ol'blue was given away as a punishment for me getting a D in school. I loved that dog and there is a certain song that can play and bring me to teary eyes. Anyways, because I had never had a dog that long, I could not see suffering that Wilma was going through, my wife's parents however could see it and could tell.
This is what I know about Wilma, it did not matter if it was a bear, the biggest meanest looking human, or even if it was a person wielding a weapon, this small animal would NOT back down to anything or anyone when protecting her master/human. This dog was as stubborn about this as she was brave. She was a good dog, the best anyone could hope for. I had so much respect for this dog, that not only did she keep her place on the bed after we were married (I don't like dogs on the bed) but even after she got to the point she couldn't control herself, I would get up, wash the sheets and put her outside without a spanking, I knew she couldn't help it because she was the best traveling dog and house trained dog I ever knew.
My wife's parents noticed she was suffering, and after witnessing her falling off a 1/2 foot drop from the patio at nighttime, I could start to understand. I told my wife that it was her decision so I wouldn't push it, but I could finally see how she was really suffering. Then one day we had to go up town, her dad asked her " is today the day", my wife broke down crying and said yes. We got Wilma and she rode in the back the way up with my wife in the back. My wife was crying and petting her. We got to the kenel and my wife took off her collar and said her good bye while crying. Her dad and I took Wilma up to the door, and it was locked, because it didn't open for another half an hour that day. I was pissed and thought "jeesh, what else does my wife have to put up with. So, we took Wilma back to the car and we took Wilma to the park and just let her run free (well, not being mean, but she didn't run, it was more like her old lady waddle, didn't matter that tail was wagging away while she was smelling everything). Something funny is when Wilma would go to a new place, she would sniff the perimeter of the area she was in, find her borders I guess, but after that half an hour and she made it about a quarter around, she gave up. Then after a half an hour was up, we took Wilma back to the kenel. Even my "ex-military, now railroad engineer had tears in his eyes. We took her in and explained the situation. Then more bad news, they either needed my wife to go in or to call and give her dad permission to surreender Wilma. I told them, "well I am not going to have my wife come in here, but I can call her". With sounds of sobbing coming from the other side of the phone, my wife said yes, he has permission. After we filled out paperwork and paid for the procedure, I put Wilma down, told her thank you, gave her a hug and a pet, and let the lady take her. As Wilma was getting ready to go through the door, she saw the kenels home cat, she started wagging her tail and went after that feline (not going to hurt her, but for sure interested) and that's my last memory of her.
It is not a downer story, because in the end, my wife (although extremely an emotional person) did what she had to do, even for a dog so close to her heart. We have her collar, and every time I think of Wilma, I knew that my wife had gotten lucky because she got one of the best animal companions a person could get. So I empathize and send out my condolences to you all who went through this.
Our first and only dog was a Tibetan Spaniel we called her Ming,Her pedigree name was Losang Trinity,even though she was a pedigree we never showed her,she was my 3rd child,we chose her from her brothers and sisters,she was the smallest and seemed to be on her own,I felt an affinity with her solitude,we took her home when she was 6 weeks old,she could sit in the palm of my hand she was so tiny,
Over the years she had some minor health problems,she had to have some glands near her eyes removed,she was allergic to fleas,and had to have cortisone injections regularly.When she was 12 she developed mammary cancer,she had an operation to remove the cancer and had follow up treatment.
She was the most intelligent friend you could have.
Towards the end of her short life everything changed,she became blind and deaf but still was functioning well and had a good life still,then one day she was outside and couldn't seem to find the stairs to get back in,I went down to get her and she bit me,she had never bitten anyone in her life,I brought her up and put her in her bed,she just laid there and wouldn't move,stopped eating and even went to the toilet in her bed,something else she had never done.She looked at us and we could tell enough was enough.
We took her to the vet he told us there was nothing he could do,my husband,my daughter and myself just broke down we didn't want to lose our little girl but we didn't want her to suffer either.The 3 of us were there with our baby holding her and talking to her as the vet administered the meds,we were 3 blubbering messes.
Our baby was 17 years old.
We had Ming cremated,we have her remains in a pewter urn with a picture of her behind it and we also had her pawprints done in plaster the year before she died,when she was cremated the people that did it cut a small piece of her fur and put it in a little sachet,we can still smell her when we want.It was beautiful when they brought her back to us.Having her cremated was the best decision we could have made,she is still with us,in spirit.
This is the story of our best friend,who gave unconditional love,she didn't care that I was an alcoholic or codeine addict,she loved me regardless
Denise
Over the years she had some minor health problems,she had to have some glands near her eyes removed,she was allergic to fleas,and had to have cortisone injections regularly.When she was 12 she developed mammary cancer,she had an operation to remove the cancer and had follow up treatment.
She was the most intelligent friend you could have.
Towards the end of her short life everything changed,she became blind and deaf but still was functioning well and had a good life still,then one day she was outside and couldn't seem to find the stairs to get back in,I went down to get her and she bit me,she had never bitten anyone in her life,I brought her up and put her in her bed,she just laid there and wouldn't move,stopped eating and even went to the toilet in her bed,something else she had never done.She looked at us and we could tell enough was enough.
We took her to the vet he told us there was nothing he could do,my husband,my daughter and myself just broke down we didn't want to lose our little girl but we didn't want her to suffer either.The 3 of us were there with our baby holding her and talking to her as the vet administered the meds,we were 3 blubbering messes.
Our baby was 17 years old.
We had Ming cremated,we have her remains in a pewter urn with a picture of her behind it and we also had her pawprints done in plaster the year before she died,when she was cremated the people that did it cut a small piece of her fur and put it in a little sachet,we can still smell her when we want.It was beautiful when they brought her back to us.Having her cremated was the best decision we could have made,she is still with us,in spirit.
This is the story of our best friend,who gave unconditional love,she didn't care that I was an alcoholic or codeine addict,she loved me regardless
Denise
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I held my girl for the first time before she had her eyes open. Her momma Dandelion just looked at me with those big brown eyes and wagged her tail knowing i wasnt going to cause her baby any harm.......She was my most loved trusted companion. I held her until her eyes closed for the last time all the while talking to her. What a beautiful 13 yrs i was so blessed to have with her~~~RIP my beloved beagle
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