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That caught me off guard. We just had to put down my 13 year old collie, Casey. He went for his last walk and then could not get up. He had already been diagnosed with lung cancer so we knew the end was near. It was time.

Thank you for posting.

Dave
 
That caught me off guard. We just had to put down my 13 year old collie, Casey. He went for his last walk and then could not get up. He had already been diagnosed with lung cancer so we knew the end was near. It was time.

Thank you for posting.

Dave

Sorry to hear that. It's a tough thing to go through.
 
I have a 13 year old Pug who looks old as hell, but still acts pretty youthful. As far as I am concerned old dogs are like some red wines -- the older they get, the better they get.
 
Very nice post, we have 4 dogs, a Maltese, (my wifes) 17 years old and stil jumps up on the bed. She barely tolerates me, I tolerate her because she was my wifes constant companion during my last 9 years of work, (I was pretty much gone continuously, deployed). 2 4 year old male German Sheppards and my mut, Ginger shes great, is 6 and pretty much my best buddy. The later 3 are all around me right now.
 
Thank you for the post. It also caught me off gaurd. We have 3 dogs in different stages of life and one that is very white in the whiskers. I love em so much.
 
The single most heartbreaking aspect of pet ownership is their short lifespans. My heart goes out to anyone having to euthanize a pet, it is a wrenching experience. Everyone has different views of afterlife. I like to believe that we will be reunited with those pets in the hereafter.
 
Thank you for the post, I have a couple myself that are getting up in years as well, I do love them so much, they give us so much and ask for so little.

I always liked this poem by Mr Kipling, I think it captures a lot:

The Power Of The Dog
by Rudyard Kipling

There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie--
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.

When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find--it's your own affair--
But...you've given your heart for a dog to tear.

When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!);
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone--wherever it goes--for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart for the dog to tear.

We've sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we've kept 'em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long--
So why in Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
 
Thanks for the post. Good read.

I have 11 yr old, and a 6 yr. old dogs. We had to put our 13 yr old cat down this past Saturday. I think both dogs knew what happened, and that the cat is not returning, broke my heart to see their faces when I returned from the vet, almost as much as letting the cat go.

Thanks.
 
I've never seen that Kipling piece before. Thanks!

Thank you for the post, I have a couple myself that are getting up in years as well, I do love them so much, they give us so much and ask for so little.

I always liked this poem by Mr Kipling, I think it captures a lot:

The Power Of The Dog
by Rudyard Kipling

There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie--
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.

When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find--it's your own affair--
But...you've given your heart for a dog to tear.

When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!);
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone--wherever it goes--for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart for the dog to tear.

We've sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we've kept 'em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long--
So why in Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
 
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