Sounds like Nikita after she catches a squirrel in the yard. Proud as punch.
Not so much after she killed the skunk...
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Sounds like Nikita after she catches a squirrel in the yard. Proud as punch.
Not so much after she killed the skunk...
Isn't amazing how much personality they have! No two are alike. Mine knocks shit off the refrigerator down to the dog in order to get shit started when she's hungry. And she gets VERY vocal. She can organize some pretty complex attention getters for a cat!
Man, I do feel for you but I also think you and others who have lost animals should "get back on the horse" (if you can, if it's physically possible) and find a new buddy when you feel up to it, on your own time. Because they do offer SO MUCH and make our lives so much better for it. Don't miss out on that just because the loss is hard when it comes to it. It happens and it sucks, I guess just don't let it take away your future joy as well as your present loss you are experiencing, otherwise "it" wins and you suffer from it.
I know there's another kitten out there or one to be born here sometime in the future that'd just LOVE to be your next best friend and may have no better place to go than to you.
Loss is hard, it sucks they only live as long as they do, but they enrich our lives so much it's just impossible, for me at least, to imagine NOT having a dog and a cat.
Still trolling this man... You must be a real piece of work. Anyway, I don't see you sticking around here for very long and if I had the ban hammer you'd already be gone and nothing but the whiff of dusty vagina to ever know you were here.
I had to put a 9mm in one of my working dogs ear when he was almost killing my other working dog. Last time they fought, all 3 of us had to go to the ER (well, they went to the vet for drains and stitches, I went to the ER for stitches). It was tough to do it but it had to be done. I buried him on my property that night, in dec, and in the pouring rain. He deserved me suffering to get it done. Covered him in my favorite field jacket. The wife was mortified. It was something I hope to never have to do again.
I've got something similar framed up for my wife's cat that passed away about 12 years ago. That little fucker was a dog in a cat suit.
Despite the name, Cuscake was a mean old bastard. I've got scars on my hands and arms from him. He was a grumpy old bastard but I loved the little fucker. Miss him now.
Fuckers don't understand who don't have a dog or cat. They are more than a pet. Me and cupcake used to sit and I'd tell him all my worries when I was going through my kegks issues. Hell I'm still going through some of them. He was 17.
It sucks, we have had to put down two dogs at young ages as well as an older one and it never gets easy. But it opens up a spot for another pet to enter your life.
Had one of our cats, 13 year old Maine Coon, die in my wife’s arms. Took him to the vet but they could not find anything. I suspect the cat was poisoned and if I find out who did it they will suffer similar grief and anguish as my wife suffered that night.
People call me crazy but if I catch someone hurting my Lilly I will make them pay a heavy toll. My wife got her about 6 months before my accident and Lilly helped me through my recovery from a helicopter crash. She never left my side as I laid in bed for a very long time, she knew when I was having a rough time. She saved me from myself.
Had one of our cats, 13 year old Maine Coon, die in my wife’s arms. Took him to the vet but they could not find anything. I suspect the cat was poisoned and if I find out who did it they will suffer similar grief and anguish as my wife suffered that night.
People call me crazy but if I catch someone hurting my Lilly I will make them pay a heavy toll. My wife got her about 6 months before my accident and Lilly helped me through my recovery from a helicopter crash. She never left my side as I laid in bed for a very long time, she knew when I was having a rough time. She saved me from myself.
Sorry for your loss man. Cupcake used to do similar. I was going through a lot of legal troubles here with some friends. We had to put up with an awful lot of shit. I'd come home and just sit and tksk to the grumpy little fucker. Somehow it made it better.
Now I miss the little fucker line crazy. Jess i would go to rub him and the little fuck would hiss at me ?.. My kwde used to say it was like I'd transplanted my personality into the cat.
I believe most humans do not deserve the love pets give unconditionally. Every single one has their own personality and just like us they have humans they love, humans they like and humans they tolerate but unlike humans, animals do not know what hate is. I have learned a lot from the pets I have had and I am a far better person now than I once was mostly because my pets have taught me patience, compassion and above all else to not hate.
My wife and I have chickens and they are amazingly complex little creatures. I always thought of them as dumb birds but they are smart predators as skilled as anything I have ever seen. The roosters are great provider for their hens, protecting them as well as keeping the flock calm. I sit and watch them almost every day and almost every day they amaze me with how complex their actions and interactions are.
My wife and I have chickens and they are amazingly complex little creatures. I always thought of them as dumb birds but they are smart predators as skilled as anything I have ever seen. The roosters are great provider for their hens, protecting them as well as keeping the flock calm. I sit and watch them almost every day and almost every day they amaze me with how complex their actions and interactions are.
And people wonder why I prefer the company of animals to humans.
Couple weeks old thread here, but we’ve got our little guy scheduled to go home Friday at 1300. He’s put up a good fight through many trials, but he’s just so old now. He has dementia pretty bad, and we’ll catch him hiding in closets or staring at the walls. He whines in his sleep, which has kept us up for a few weeks now. Doesn’t eat regularly, wants to go outside and then forgets why he wanted out. He’s so tired, he can barely hold himself up when he’s sitting.
We’ve tried everything from hemp oil, to CBD oil, to supplements. He’s been on pain meds for some time now for degenerative disc disease and valley fever. He’s been a real trooper!
But the wife and I both agreed that he’s tired, and he deserves to go home and finally get some rest. It’s eating me up something awful knowing exactly when his last meal will be, when the last time we’ll say good night to him will be, knowing he’ll never bark at the doorbell again or be waiting for us when we get home. I’m not a crier, but boy have I been a blubbering mess this week, and we still have three days to go! I’m taking it a lot harder than I thought I would, even though I know it’s what’s best for him at this point. He’s my little buddy, and I’m gonna miss the hell out of him! ?
We’ve tried everything from hemp oil, to CBD oil, to supplements. He’s been on pain meds for some time now for degenerative disc disease and valley fever. He’s been a real trooper!
But the wife and I both agreed that he’s tired, and he deserves to go home and finally get some rest. It’s eating me up something awful knowing exactly when his last meal will be, when the last time we’ll say good night to him will be, knowing he’ll never bark at the doorbell again or be waiting for us when we get home. I’m not a crier, but boy have I been a blubbering mess this week, and we still have three days to go! I’m taking it a lot harder than I thought I would, even though I know it’s what’s best for him at this point. He’s my little buddy, and I’m gonna miss the hell out of him! ?
Dang, nigga, u puttin a tear in my eye. Just know he will thank you for it and be happier. RIP little guy.
Two winters ago I had to have this horse put down. One morning he couldn't get up. Dad called the vet and the deed was done before I could get there. Not what I was wanting. I would have rather been there.
This is my dog Maggie. Girl is the same age to the month as my oldest son. They will both be 17 in January. I know it is coming sooner than later. No way in hell I will abandon her when the time comes. She has been lost and stolen. Always a great feeling when we get her back.
I don't know how I missed this thread... but it's tearing at my heartstrings with every post. So I just stopped reading and am posting this and will never return to this thread....
Putting a pet or an animal down is the worst, hardest, most difficult thing we can do as men. Worse, even , than removing deserving humans from the planet. Lots of humans suck. Pets are always amazing.
Our pets trust us implicitly. They don't understand... except that they know we provide everything for them including unconditional love... and I know they don't understand that term. But they understand our role in their lives. And the look they give us when in pain or in their last moments shows that they are looking to us to help. And at some point, we can't anymore.
Watching the life drain from a companion of years is the worst thing ever. And I am pretty sure that when I am in my dotage and drawing my last breaths... what I am going to remember are the pets that died in my arms and some horses that died at my hand. There are greater moments in my life, for sure... but the last breaths of a pet... will never leave.
I guess thanks for this thread. Or not. Regardless, lots of caring here.
Sirhr
Putting a pet or an animal down is the worst, hardest, most difficult thing we can do as men. Worse, even , than removing deserving humans from the planet. Lots of humans suck. Pets are always amazing.
Our pets trust us implicitly. They don't understand... except that they know we provide everything for them including unconditional love... and I know they don't understand that term. But they understand our role in their lives. And the look they give us when in pain or in their last moments shows that they are looking to us to help. And at some point, we can't anymore.
Watching the life drain from a companion of years is the worst thing ever. And I am pretty sure that when I am in my dotage and drawing my last breaths... what I am going to remember are the pets that died in my arms and some horses that died at my hand. There are greater moments in my life, for sure... but the last breaths of a pet... will never leave.
I guess thanks for this thread. Or not. Regardless, lots of caring here.
Sirhr
My avatar is my Rascal when he was less than a year old. He is eleven and half now with degenerative arthritis in his back and both hips. It is a struggle to give him his pain meds.
He was the last of the litter so it seems no one wanted him. What fools passed over the best companion I have every had including girlfriends, ex wife and buddies.
Just six months ago he could still catch a squirrel now and then. Now he just crawls under the furniture and lays there panting with his tongue hanging out.
The pain meds are not giving him much releif. I know I am avoiding the inetivable. The Vet tells me it will be my decision. How do you know when enough is enough?
I am seventy now so I will not be getting another companion. I don't want him to suffer much more, but I am selfish. I need him for a little longer.
He was the last of the litter so it seems no one wanted him. What fools passed over the best companion I have every had including girlfriends, ex wife and buddies.
Just six months ago he could still catch a squirrel now and then. Now he just crawls under the furniture and lays there panting with his tongue hanging out.
The pain meds are not giving him much releif. I know I am avoiding the inetivable. The Vet tells me it will be my decision. How do you know when enough is enough?
I am seventy now so I will not be getting another companion. I don't want him to suffer much more, but I am selfish. I need him for a little longer.
Thanks, everyone. It’s not gonna be easy, but we’ll be there with him until the last, as it should be. He would never leave us, so the least we can do is return the favor. Gonna be a lot of ugly crying Friday. Two of the worst things I can think of, helping a good friend pass along and watching your wife cry her eyeballs out. I look forward to neither...
@DannC at some point you have to think of what the pet’s going through. They don’t understand why they’re in pain, just that they are. At some point, I think you’ll know he’s had enough. For us, Jake’s been on a slow decline for awhile, much like most people do. Moving slower in the mornings, doing less during the day. But over the past I’d say two, maaaybe three weeks, it’s been a pretty rapid decline. We want to send him home before it gets real bad and we regret waiting. That way he doesn’t suffer, and we don’t have to remember ending things on a bad note.
Cheers to everyone for loving God’s greatest gift to mankind as well as you have. We don’t deserve these creatures, and yet here we are. I can’t think of living life without a dog, despite this week being incredibly difficult. Life, without dogs, is not worth living!
@DannC at some point you have to think of what the pet’s going through. They don’t understand why they’re in pain, just that they are. At some point, I think you’ll know he’s had enough. For us, Jake’s been on a slow decline for awhile, much like most people do. Moving slower in the mornings, doing less during the day. But over the past I’d say two, maaaybe three weeks, it’s been a pretty rapid decline. We want to send him home before it gets real bad and we regret waiting. That way he doesn’t suffer, and we don’t have to remember ending things on a bad note.
Cheers to everyone for loving God’s greatest gift to mankind as well as you have. We don’t deserve these creatures, and yet here we are. I can’t think of living life without a dog, despite this week being incredibly difficult. Life, without dogs, is not worth living!
@Basher my heart is with you all. It's extremely difficult though the process is quite peaceful.
I had to put my Dane down due to congestive heart failure at 6, he appeared very strong and healthy to most, though when the respiratory arrest bouts would set in it was gut wrenching. I've known our Vet since '93 and he's exceptional and knows I'm pretty tough..... he looked me square in the eyes and said you do not want to watch him die of respiratory arrest, it's one of the ugliest deaths I've experienced.
My Dane trotted into the office happy to see everyone as usual..... it was really tough. But when you know through careful observation over time that you're doing the right thing for your faithful loving companion it helps. Damn, I'm sobbing again.
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I had to put my Dane down due to congestive heart failure at 6, he appeared very strong and healthy to most, though when the respiratory arrest bouts would set in it was gut wrenching. I've known our Vet since '93 and he's exceptional and knows I'm pretty tough..... he looked me square in the eyes and said you do not want to watch him die of respiratory arrest, it's one of the ugliest deaths I've experienced.
My Dane trotted into the office happy to see everyone as usual..... it was really tough. But when you know through careful observation over time that you're doing the right thing for your faithful loving companion it helps. Damn, I'm sobbing again.
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<- Had to put my girl, Della, down yesterday morning. Aggressive bone cancer.
She was the sweetest friend one could ever ask for.
She was the sweetest friend one could ever ask for.
I just had to take my buddy in the other day, just to get shots but had 'em check his anus because he'd been licking. Turned out to be an infected anal gland, he's 7 and never had a single issue until now. He'll be okay from that I'm sure, but they found out he has a swollen prostate and recommended taking his balls... I wanted to breed him but could never find a female. Sort of a rare breed, not many Llewellyn setters out there. I tried buddy, I really did. But goddamn, I can't imagine losing him. The ex wife took my 12yo cocker and spared me of that I guess, but he could go anytime --could already have happened for all I know. That sucks too, not knowing.
Now my cat, she recovered from her bladder stone and it's totally like a second chance. It IS a second chance... She almost didn't make it. She's back up to almost 12lbs. and is always hungry! Damn cat literally sleeps under the blankets now, like a dog. Sometimes with a dog. Or I wake up and find her curled up next to my arm with her head tucked in my hand, not recalling her moving there. Loves to play rough, damn rough, but is otherwise a very gentle cat --if you give her what she wants. Working with the dog to get food off the refrigerator then playing dumb...
Man, it's totally worth it. They make life worth living. I think of all the good moments, they're there to share 'em. All the bad moments, they're there to console. All the insignificant ones? They're missing. And maybe that's why they're insignificant.
Now my cat, she recovered from her bladder stone and it's totally like a second chance. It IS a second chance... She almost didn't make it. She's back up to almost 12lbs. and is always hungry! Damn cat literally sleeps under the blankets now, like a dog. Sometimes with a dog. Or I wake up and find her curled up next to my arm with her head tucked in my hand, not recalling her moving there. Loves to play rough, damn rough, but is otherwise a very gentle cat --if you give her what she wants. Working with the dog to get food off the refrigerator then playing dumb...
Man, it's totally worth it. They make life worth living. I think of all the good moments, they're there to share 'em. All the bad moments, they're there to console. All the insignificant ones? They're missing. And maybe that's why they're insignificant.
Of course you will buddy. You need to grieve for your companion and give another deserving one a good home.
I've finally plucked up the courage a d going to a local rescue sheltet Saturday to give an abandoned cat a good home.
Me and old man Cupcake got each other.. He was a mean old bastard. ?.
Visiting a shelter this weekend to see abiut giving another abandoned cat a home.
Putting your best friend down is always a hard thing to do..........my wife and myself have been thru it a couple of times........., and we have both shed tears when it happened. There is nothing I can say, or anyone else can that will make it any easier. The only advice I can give is remember the good times you had with him, when he made you smile.........he will be in your memories forever, but there will be a new friend to take his place someday, that will bring you some of the same friendship, and happiness as this guy did........I know that to be a fact..........
Who else is gonna wake you up excited for food at 3am?
That's awesome man, so glad to hear it. Good luck with finding a new buddy, I'm sure it'll go well. Always good to hear when one of you guys come out the other side stronger for it, regardless what the hardship is.
I know the day is coming again for us. Our dog Milly is almost 17, still occasionally very active but sleeps much more these days. Some mornings she will great me when I get up, other days I have to go to her bed and check she is still breathing.
Well, the deed is done. We pushed it to today because his condition was deteriorating quickly and we didn’t see any reason to wait.
It was quick and painless. After giving him a last supper of as much Baconator, chicken nuggets, and peanut butter frozen dog yogurt as he could stomach, the vet did his thing. First shot knocked him out, and the second shot put him under. Quick, quiet, and painless, he just slipped into the long slumber he deserves. We’re so glad we could do this at home, taking him in would have been a disaster. We’re gonna miss the hell out of him, but he’s happy now. ‘Til we meet again, little buddy!!
It was quick and painless. After giving him a last supper of as much Baconator, chicken nuggets, and peanut butter frozen dog yogurt as he could stomach, the vet did his thing. First shot knocked him out, and the second shot put him under. Quick, quiet, and painless, he just slipped into the long slumber he deserves. We’re so glad we could do this at home, taking him in would have been a disaster. We’re gonna miss the hell out of him, but he’s happy now. ‘Til we meet again, little buddy!!
@Basher Sincerest heartfelt condolences ❤ You knew it was time and so did Jake. Time will heal and Jake will live in your hearts for the rest of your lives.
There's another dog out there that needs your love and affection just as bad a you need theirs.
There's another dog out there that needs your love and affection just as bad a you need theirs.
@Basher There are no words to express the sorrow of your loss of your buddy.
Knowing that time will take away some of the pain you feel and that many here on the hide share your grief.
Knowing that time will take away some of the pain you feel and that many here on the hide share your grief.
It breaks my heart every time I have to have a pet put out of it's suffering. However, my self image doesn't allow me to leave them alone. If anything, I see it as the one final chance I have to comfort them, and repay all their love. Every time, I bawl like a little girl afterwards because it hurts so badly, and it never gets any easier. But I'll be there the next time too.
R.I.P.: Buster, Honey, Salsa, Skye, Hershey, Stella...all were great dogs and I still miss 'em.
R.I.P.: Buster, Honey, Salsa, Skye, Hershey, Stella...all were great dogs and I still miss 'em.
It’s definitely the suckiest part of being a pet owner. Had to put one of my cats down about a month ago. Ollie was his name. We rescued him shortly after my boys were born (they’re 8.5 now). Not entirely sure what happened but he crashed fast and I had to take him to an emergency vet to put him down.
The worst was my first dog as an adult. Cooper. He was my boy. Went with me everywhere. He was sooooo fuckn smart. He was a Doberman. He was a big boy too. Tall and weighed 92-95 pounds. Super sweet too. He was a registered angel dog at one of the rehab hospitals here.
Sadly he got acute lymphoblastic leukemia at 5.5 years old. He lasted about 3 weeks after diagnosis. Hit him like a freight train. I bawled my eyes out as I watched him pass. Hard to believe that was 10 years ago now. Still hurts sometimes.
The worst was my first dog as an adult. Cooper. He was my boy. Went with me everywhere. He was sooooo fuckn smart. He was a Doberman. He was a big boy too. Tall and weighed 92-95 pounds. Super sweet too. He was a registered angel dog at one of the rehab hospitals here.
Sadly he got acute lymphoblastic leukemia at 5.5 years old. He lasted about 3 weeks after diagnosis. Hit him like a freight train. I bawled my eyes out as I watched him pass. Hard to believe that was 10 years ago now. Still hurts sometimes.
Yeah, Jake was my first as an adult. I’ve had dogs in my life since the day I was born, but I was always at school or work when they passed or got put down. Mom took one in unannounced one day because he was just old and not doing so hot. I was pretty upset about that one.
But Jake, he’s my wife and I’s first. She got him three months before we met, and he was by her side through an ugly ovarian cyst rupture and the years of fibromyalgia that have followed since. He was a big “selling point” on marrying my wife. I mean, I love her and would have done it without Jake, but I had a few dealbreakers, one of which was that you had to love dogs or we were done. So seeing him immediately put her high on the good list, haha.
We’ve been married for 6.5 years, and no kids (yet). Various conplications have prevented us from having them to date (hoping that changes soon), so Jake was our “fur baby.” That made it worse. And the wife works from home two days a week, so now she’ll be alone in an empty house without anyone to keep her company. There’s just a massive hole in our lives with the little guy gone.
So we’ll be starting the process to find the next one that needs us and that we need in our lives, but none will ever be as special as Jake. We’ll love them just as much, but Jake has top podium, and I just don’t know anything that could ever knock him off that #1 spot.
This is a painful but good thread. One of the best threads I’ve ever seen on any forum. I’m a pretty tough guy on the outside, but animals hit me at the core. This is a great resource for myself and others to come and get a little reassurance during our time of loss. I hope the thread sticks around (maybe gets stickied?) and is spared the drama found elsewhere. Thanks for all the support, everybody. Means a lot to me.
But Jake, he’s my wife and I’s first. She got him three months before we met, and he was by her side through an ugly ovarian cyst rupture and the years of fibromyalgia that have followed since. He was a big “selling point” on marrying my wife. I mean, I love her and would have done it without Jake, but I had a few dealbreakers, one of which was that you had to love dogs or we were done. So seeing him immediately put her high on the good list, haha.
We’ve been married for 6.5 years, and no kids (yet). Various conplications have prevented us from having them to date (hoping that changes soon), so Jake was our “fur baby.” That made it worse. And the wife works from home two days a week, so now she’ll be alone in an empty house without anyone to keep her company. There’s just a massive hole in our lives with the little guy gone.
So we’ll be starting the process to find the next one that needs us and that we need in our lives, but none will ever be as special as Jake. We’ll love them just as much, but Jake has top podium, and I just don’t know anything that could ever knock him off that #1 spot.
This is a painful but good thread. One of the best threads I’ve ever seen on any forum. I’m a pretty tough guy on the outside, but animals hit me at the core. This is a great resource for myself and others to come and get a little reassurance during our time of loss. I hope the thread sticks around (maybe gets stickied?) and is spared the drama found elsewhere. Thanks for all the support, everybody. Means a lot to me.
Not a dog person, but love cats. I've had a few put down and it hurts every time. It never gets easier, but you know when it's time. we've tried to keep them going and realized it was for us, not them. I love them to death, but won't make an effort to prolong the inevitable any more. When their quality of life drops off, then it's time. They are no longer living, they are surviving. Still have two to go, maybe three if this other one sticks around and I know I'll cry when it happens.
I'm a cat man myself. Love dogs as well but cats fascinate me. They are without doubt some of the best assassins in the animal world. Silent and lethal. ?
My boys used to sit inbtje table with me when I'd be working in my laptop. They used to just sit there when I'd be cleaning my guns. I used to be greeted by them sitting on the garden wall when I'd drive into the house aftet work. I'd swear they knew the sound of the engine of my car.
When myself and my wife would go grocery shopping we always bought little treats for the cats like chicken drumsticks. When I'd cook them off they would be sitting beside the oven waiting for them to cool. They used to crack me up doing that.
About 2 years ago one of them wasn't well and was on antibiotics. One day this guy from a few doors down bangs on my door shouting the cat shit in his garden. I tried to be nice about it and told him I'd clean it myself. Then he makes the mistake in telling me he was going to chop my cats head off with a shovel when he seen it next.
The first punch hit him straight in the throat. The second right in the nose. Burst this fuckers nose wide open. Then I kicked that SOB straight in the nuts. He dropped and I put my knee across his throat. Told him of anything including an act of god hurt my cat I would give a shit and blame him and it wouldn't end well for him.. He moved out a few days later.
Dont threaten my cats. They are my boys. I de find them like i do my human kids.
My first dog got spleen cancer and had to be put down my second year of college. Was not the brightest of bulbs on the tree, being a golden retriever, but he was a good dog. It was either put him down or let him die after a week of pain and we didn't want him to suffer.
Cat had to be put down a few years after that. We don't know why, but her kidneys just stopped working. Got to the point where she wouldn't eat or drink and didn't move from where she curled up on her bed, and there was no way to do feline dialysis on her, so in the end we had her put down to spare her the pain as well.
But here's a funny story: My grandparents had a dog named Duffy, a Cairn Terrier or some other such small dog. Left him home alone one afternoon and Duffy, being a dog, decided he was going to get himself into trouble. There was a bag full of candy corn on the kitchen table and Duffy managed to get up on the table, rip the bag open, and eat every last bit. Grandparents came home, found Duffy on his back groaning like hell, stomach bloated and making terrible sounds, with the empty bag of candy corn next to him. They tried to get him to walk it off but after all that candy, Duffy was thirsty and the nearest water source was stagnant rainwater in the gutter. The poor dog guzzled it, felt worse, and threw it all up. Never touched candy corn again.
Cat had to be put down a few years after that. We don't know why, but her kidneys just stopped working. Got to the point where she wouldn't eat or drink and didn't move from where she curled up on her bed, and there was no way to do feline dialysis on her, so in the end we had her put down to spare her the pain as well.
But here's a funny story: My grandparents had a dog named Duffy, a Cairn Terrier or some other such small dog. Left him home alone one afternoon and Duffy, being a dog, decided he was going to get himself into trouble. There was a bag full of candy corn on the kitchen table and Duffy managed to get up on the table, rip the bag open, and eat every last bit. Grandparents came home, found Duffy on his back groaning like hell, stomach bloated and making terrible sounds, with the empty bag of candy corn next to him. They tried to get him to walk it off but after all that candy, Duffy was thirsty and the nearest water source was stagnant rainwater in the gutter. The poor dog guzzled it, felt worse, and threw it all up. Never touched candy corn again.
The Ancient Egyptians somehow trained cats much like how we use retrievers and labradors as hunting dogs. Scare the birds out of the brush, go for the kill, bring them back. And now we use them for internet videos.
i have read every single post on here (everyone's story). they all relate and I've had to say goodbye to a few myself. that shit hits you like nothing else. Humans don't deserve pets. they love unconditionally and we sometimes take that for granted. at the end they leave you with the best memories. I'm sincerely sorry for every ones loss.
Yep. Everybody's heard the old joke about Ben Franklin saying beer is God's gift to man and proof that he wants us to be happy. That's not true at all (the quote, nor the idea that Ben Franklin said it, haha). In fact, pets, and in my opinion dogs in particular, are proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.
