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Sorry to hear about your loss. Dogs are awesome. Like any member of your family, you never forget them.
I feel your loss. I'm always devastated when I lose a buddy no matter how many legs (s)he had.
Remembering the good times helps.
Even though so many people have animals, it seems rare are the people who truly understand how devastating it is to lose them. I sincerely do, and I'm sorry.
Hang in there.
Marjorie Rose, born January 9, 2009 & died June 5, 2013
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my other dog doesn't know how to act. She's taking it harder than any one else.
thanks for your comments.
I'm facing the same terrible decision in the next year or two. I think a lot of dogs continue to live and suffer more as a last effort to please their masters than of their own desire to live.
I have decided that I don't want my little one to suffer any more than necessary. I was never a dog person, we had four so far, but the last one finally captured my heart.
Our last one to go was a walking champion, he would walk to the ends of earth with us with a wagging tail the whole way and never quit.
When we saw him at the doorway when we took him out the last time and the look in his eyes told us "I just can't do it any more, I am sorry", we knew it was time for his spirit to go.
I think a lot of dogs continue to live and suffer more as a last effort to please their masters than of their own desire to live.
She was playing, eating, etc up until the last day. We were watching for signs, but she was okay. Just old. Her last day she "told" us it was time. But she died on her own terms.
Had she suffered, at all, I would have taken her in to be put down.
My 14 year-old dog died this week. I was there the day she was born, and was there the day she died. She was a good ol' dog, but also well-educated.
I had a boss who spent about half an hour hanging and straightening his associate's diploma (when he claimed to have his masters in business) - it was framed with the open book and quill pen and blah blah blah. So after he stepped back satisfied, he asked what I thought. I told him my dog could get a better degree. It's important to note that, even though I was fired a couple of weeks later, the diploma incident wasn't mentioned as a reason.
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Marjorie Rose, born January 9, 2009 & died June 5, 2013. Marj earned her BS in Liberal Arts in 2005 from St. George University International based solely on her life experience, which included managing the other critters and successfully keeping polar bears out of the yard.
Marj’s greatest talent was fighting a mean little billy goat in order to steal his food over the course of several years, which led to her massive weight gain; Marj became so fluffy she was often mistaken for a desert seal or manatee. The seal vs. manatee debate was the source of conversation for many evenings spent on the porch, fueled by alcohol, although a consensus was never arrived at.
Marj had many friends, who came to visit on a regular basis – a special shout-out to Dex, Dena, Grover & Joey, who visited daily and ate her food at every opportunity. She also had many human friends, as she hung out in their yards and often refused to leave until they gave her treats. She was also a good sport – a TP war escalated to the point that Marj allowed herself to be wrapped in toilet paper (see “graduation†photo).
Marj leaves behind several critters, including a human one. She also left her greatest human friend, who spent long hours with her on the porch contemplating life and waiting for a bird to fall out of the feeder onto the ground in front of her. Although this never happened, it certainly didn’t mean that it never would.