Lost our dog today

My first dog, Abby, was a Golden Retriever. We brought her home as a puppy when I was 6. She used to wait outside every day for me to get home from school. She knew what the bus looked like and that I was always in it. When she saw me, she always got a big smile and her tail started going.

Thanks in part to my grandmother's complete lack of self-control, Abby became obese early on and eventually suffered from congestive heart failure and we had to put her to sleep at the ripe old age of 12. I think she should have been around a bit longer, but her weight did her in.

I'm sorry to hear about your loss. It's never fun or easy.

confuZion3 wrote: My first dog, Abby, was a Golden Retriever. We brought her home as a puppy when I was 6. She used to wait outside every day for me to get home from school. She knew what the bus looked like and that I was always in it. When she saw me, she always got a big smile and her tail started going. Thanks in part to my grandmother's complete lack of self-control, Abby became obese early on and eventually suffered from congestive heart failure and we had to put her to sleep at the ripe old age of 12. I think she should have been around a bit longer, but her weight did her in. I'm sorry to hear about your loss. It's never fun or easy.

12 is still a good age for a Golden, I would think.

We still do need to take care of our pets weight, though, just like ours!

Joey

joey48442 wrote: 12 is still a good age for a Golden, I would think. We still do need to take care of our pets weight, though, just like ours! Joey

12 is a good age. Not a great age, but a good age.

I lost my best friend, Shelby, two days before Thanksgiving. She was 11, and aside from arthritis, in very good health; but she had an aneurysm and that was it. She was with me since I was 7 years old. I know I will always miss her. She was my friend.

She could tell when dad was coming home; she could hear the Mercedes 300E from a block away. After he got rid of it, she never could learn his other cars as well, but about 4 years after that car was gone, someone visited a neighbor for about a week who had one, and she would go nuts everytime she heard it.

Death is the sucky part of pet ownership. We all feel for you, guy. I still miss them all.

Sorry to hear about your loss. Dogs are the best. Part friend, party security guard, part counselor, they are always happy to see you, and always looking to have fun.

I said goodbye to a great friend (Olaf) a few years ago. His memory always brings me joy.

Once you've mourned for a bit, there are many more pooches out there that could use your help, and help you out in return.

We lost one of our furkids in December......so I know how you are feeling now. I am sorry for your loss.

In the few months before Kody passed away he managed to avoid bloat and had a precancerous tumor removed from his paw. What was missed on all those trips to the vet and the ER clinic was some tumor that was wrapped around his heart and lungs.

Of all the dogs that we've had through our home, perms and fosters, he was and will probably always be my favorite. That being said, since the missus and I do work with a few rescue groups, I'm painfully aware that right now there are many deserving pups in shelters that need a forever home.

We celebrated Kody's life after Xmas by finding someone in a shelter that needed our help. We found a cute "mystery meat" mutt who was just a day away from being PTS because the shelter saw him with a runny nose. Shelters put down dogs with any sign of sickness before it spreads through the shelter. Anyway, Riley came home with us, we got him better with some antibiotics and we found him a fantastic home with a mom, dad, two kids, and a furkid sister. Now we have Harris a golden (?)/border collie (??) mix who is a little antisocial to dudes, pays just a little more mind to the missus, but he's coming along nicely. We'll get him on the right path and find him a home when he is ready.......

Kody's page is here: Kody -- When the time is right I'm sure someone will find his way to our home and fill his paws

mtn wrote: Sorry bud. That was one of the worst days ever for me. The thing about a dog, they don't care. They just love you, unconditionally.

yep.

he's my brother, and when i came home from school something wasn't quite right, the dog didn't get up to greet me anymore becuase her hips hurt, so that wasn't it, but there was a tension in the air. then they told me. I forgot about all of my homework that night and the next day i told my first period teacher that and started to tear up in class. that was the first time i had cried in class since i was about 9.

you have my condolences.