Just Had to Put My Dog Down This Morning - Sad Sad Shit
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A lot of times, that's where it starts and those that thought that they didn't give two fux find out the empathy that they really had inside
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5 Pound Shih Tzu, 15 Years Old
Got sick out the blue 3 days ago, got worse everyday
Took her out her misery this morning. Wife crying, daughter crying
took everything I had not to bust out crying. No more pets for me......
awww got a lil spoiled dog that looks something like that...
bruh your doggie was like a hundred and five in dog years
You guys were excellent parents....!!!
You should get your favorite picture, and make
a canvas print, and hang it up, in his favorite place to chill...
a hundred an five
You did well bruh!!
I can't help but feel that the sheisty fucks don't even do separate cremations.... they just take a couple of scoops of ashes from a mass cremation.... put the ashes in a cheap urn that they get by the pallet.... an up the price by $150
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Same here.
Isis was her name.. Pitbull puppy. She got hit by a car in 2017. It's part of the reason I haven't gotten another dog, been thinking about it recently, tho. Maybe a Malinois.
Seriously? You got him dressed in Nigerian gear and taught him how to troll and scam? I'm impressed... he wearing fake designer doggy gear?
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I would flame yo ass but that was fucking funny lololololSeriously? You got him dressed in Nigerian gear and taught him how to troll and scam? I'm impressed... he wearing fake designer doggy gear?
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Malinois is beautiful.... go with that.... and you'll be glad that you got another dog... believe me
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I never knew how cool shi zu's can be until I ended up with one.
Sorry for your loss
Sorry for your loss
No doubt. We had to put our dog down in the year 2000. Severe respiratory issues at 13. Our friend from the SPCA joined us for one final car ride and visit to one of his fave rivers to cool off at.
When I gave the dog a final hug before he walked in, it was like saying goodbye to my younger bro. The dog was with me from 8 - 21yo. Grade school, junior high, HS, and part of college. Great dog.
Sorry for your loss, @An RnB Thug .
They are in Dog Heaven with all the other Man’s Best Friends.
I couldn't do it when the vet aide asked if I wanted to come inside and hold them when they passed..... I thought that would make it worse.... the vet told me later that the male kept barking... like he did all the time when I left the room...... made me wish that I did hold him as he passed to comfort him with my presence.... every now and then I think about it and get teary eyed...
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I couldn't do it when the vet aide asked if I wanted to come inside and hold them when they passed..... I thought that would make it worse.... the vet told me later that the male kept barking... like he did all the time when I left the room...... made wish that I did hold him as he passed to comfort him with my presence.... every now and then I think about it and get teary eyed...
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Agreed. Dogs are seriously impactful in our lives. Our family friend who joined us walked in with pops to set up the cremation process. Great guy. Still works in the field and him and his ex used to run their own dog grooming shop. He was like the Woody Harrelson of the pet world. When I watched the dog walk in, I stayed back in the car and it all hit me like a ton of bricks while the onions were being chopped. I went out to play basketball that evening and had one of the best games of my life in Sid’s honor. Completely dialed in.
5 Pound Shih Tzu, 15 Years Old
Got sick out the blue 3 days ago, got worse everyday
Took her out her misery this morning. Wife crying, daughter crying
took everything I had not to bust out crying. No more pets for me......
R.I.P...you will get another one....you need to...brah..for your family
Well She was really my daughter's dog. Problem is she always wanted to be around me
and my Daughter never took care of her. I always complained and stuff but deep down I loved the dog
even though I wasn't a dog person.
Sad shit, 15 years went by fast and she had her own personality
Same shit happen to me when I was a little kid. Drunk driver ran over my puppy dog. Held him in my arms as he took his last breathe. Haven't had a dog since. May get one after my kids move out,...maybe.
I didn't need to see this shit. That whole business is a grift hustle. I paid buuku money to get my mama buried in cemetery as she wished. Only one of my siblings helped me out. Finally paid that shit off. Couldn't buy gravestone until I paid off burial cost. Bought gravestone damn near 2 years ago, it still ain't in place. They used COVID as excuse for why it hasn't been done. If wasn't in my right mind, i send those mfs to the afterlife. I'm the youngest but mom's left it all in my hands to handle. Siblings was tripping over money & inheritance. Walked away from executorship & probate in disgust. Never got a chance to morn to resolution. Finally overcoming loss & this mf-ing cemetery tripping.
Sorry to hear this. My best friend had to do the same a few weeks ago. Very sad. 
His dog had stomach cancer. 
She was suffering.
His dog had stomach cancer. She was suffering.
I had a Pomapoo. I bought her for my wife, but she quickly became my dog. She didn’t know what a bad day was, she was always just happy when I came home. I didn’t start crying until I left the vet, got in the car, and turned on WPGC 95.5 and them motherfuckas played ‘Emotional’ by Carl Thomas as soon as I got in the car. It was a day.
RIP to your dog, man
This is my favorite cat story. My cat Lucky saved me from a pack of 5 dogs
In September 92, I found my cat Lucky under porch after his mother got hit by a car. The mother mewed weakly in the street, stretching toward the porch of my next door neighbor and heard a mewling from what we discovered were 5 tiny kittens.
They couldn't have been more then a week old. Lucky was the runt of the litter, so small he could fit inside the palm my fifteen-year-old hand.
I begged my mother to let me keep him and reluctantly she said yes.
Lucky was a smart cat. He learned very quickly how to use a litter box, I mean not one accident. He grew up to be a pretty big damn cat. All Black with a small strip of white on his stomach.
My other 2 cats would jump up on the dresser and knock stuff down, but Lucky would back up, and gauge where everything was on the dresser, and where was the best place to land, and when he jumped, he didn't knock over a thing.
My other two cats would knock things over like a bull in a China shop and not give a single fuck.
Lucky also wouldn't let anyone hold him for more than 10 seconds. After that, he would start squirming until you dropped him, but with me I could hold him all day if I wanted.
He was my cat.
In September 94, we stayed on the bottom floor of a two-family house. I'm on my way to school, and a pack of five dogs rush my brother and I as soon as we opened the door to the front porch.
We ran back inside. We figured to give it five minutes and the dogs would leave so we could go to school.
When I opened the door to see if the dogs had gone, my cat Lucky slipped through the open door, walked to the edge off the porch, looked the alpha male in the eye while ignoring the rest of the dogs, and hissed.
It was comical. The dog look to the left and to the right like, "Me?"
Lucky gave a short hiss like, "Yeah you," and the dogs backed up five feet.
Lucky then walked down to the bottom of the stairs staring at the alpha male the entire way, and he hissed again.
This time, the alpha male backed up 10 feet, and his compadres did the same.
Lucky turned to look at my brother and I, who were frozen in thought with the conundrum:
Should we lock the door? If we lock the door and the dogs rush us, we're fucked. But if we'd leave the door unlocked and somebody breaks in, Mom's going to kill us.
Breaking us from our reverie, Lucky looked at us, rolled his neck to glare at us while shrugging his shoulders the way your mother would when she says, "Come on!"
My brother locked the front door, and we crossed behind my cat leaving Lucky as the only thing in separating us and the five dogs.
We walked slowly down the street, but we didn't run.
The dogs followed, growling menacingly.
My cat walk behind us totally unbothered, and every few steps he turned around to ensure the dogs were at Bay and keeping a safe distance. Then, he would turn around and watch us and repeat the same movement.
My brother and I were terrified, and it took everything in us not to run. At one point, I looked in my brother's eyes and he looked as if he was just about to take off, and I grabbed his arm and glared at him.
"Don't," I mouthed.
I've seen enough animal shows to know that running from animals will engage a mechanism in them forcing them to chase you and view you as prey. So, we continued down the street walking while staring at Lucky who casually strolled and occasionally turned to monitor at the dogs.
After the longest five houses in the history of life, the dogs peeled off, giving up the chase, but Lucky walked with us all the way down the street.
At the corner, my brother and I ran across the street to the bus stop and we went to school.
Honestly, I didn't think about it the entire time I was at school.
On the way home though, when I got to the corner, I thought about the dogs and how I was going to get in the house.
There was an auto body shop on the corner of my street, but on stairs of the first house behind the auto body shop sat Lucky, waiting on me to allay my fears.
Lucky walked up the street in front of me checking around each car, and each house before continuing on.
The dogs were nowhere in sight.
We got to the house, he ran up the stairs and sat down by the front door. I took out my key, let us both in, and breathed a long sigh of relief.
Now, we were poor as hell so my cat's got dry cat food all the time. It was the cheapest, but the best we could afford.
But on that day, I took two cans of tuna fish out of the cabinet, opened them and scooped them into Lucky's Bowl.
He had more than earned his keep and his reward.
For those of you that think I'm bullshiting, I'm not. This cat did everything I said.
Sadly, a couple months later he was killed by a malicious bastard on a riding mower.
There was an empty lot next door to my apartment. Occasionally, a guy would come to mow that lawn.
We always allowed our cats to go outside and on that day, Lucky was running toward the house. The guy on the riding mower swerved into Lucky intentionally, and his spine was severed.
My brother saw everything as it went down. The man said, "Fucking cat," the same way Percy Wetmore would have done in The Green Mile.
Lucky was a tough sumbitch, though.
I was at work, but my brother ran to him and his hind legs were limp. He was paralyzed from the waist down.
He cradled him in his arms and he with my mother rushed him to the veterinarian's office.
The entire way, Lucky looked at my brother like Megatron in Transformers: The Movie, "Wait...I still function," but the vet said he had to be put to sleep, And he was.
When I came home from work that day my family told me about Lucky and I cried. He was a cool cat, and not many people can say that they have been saved from a pack of dogs by a cat, but I can.
RIP Lucky
This is my favorite cat story. My cat Lucky saved me from a pack of 5 dogs
In September 92, I found my cat Lucky under porch after his mother got hit by a car. The mother mewed weakly in the street, stretching toward the porch of my next door neighbor and heard a mewling from what we discovered were 5 tiny kittens.
They couldn't have been more then a week old. Lucky was the runt of the litter, so small he could fit inside the palm my fifteen-year-old hand.
I begged my mother to let me keep him and reluctantly she said yes.
Lucky was a smart cat. He learned very quickly how to use a litter box, I mean not one accident. He grew up to be a pretty big damn cat. All Black with a small strip of white on his stomach.
My other 2 cats would jump up on the dresser and knock stuff down, but Lucky would back up, and gauge where everything was on the dresser, and where was the best place to land, and when he jumped, he didn't knock over a thing.
My other two cats would knock things over like a bull in a China shop and not give a single fuck.
Lucky also wouldn't let anyone hold him for more than 10 seconds. After that, he would start squirming until you dropped him, but with me I could hold him all day if I wanted.
He was my cat.
In September 94, we stayed on the bottom floor of a two-family house. I'm on my way to school, and a pack of five dogs rush my brother and I as soon as we opened the door to the front porch.
We ran back inside. We figured to give it five minutes and the dogs would leave so we could go to school.
When I opened the door to see if the dogs had gone, my cat Lucky slipped through the open door, walked to the edge off the porch, looked the alpha male in the eye while ignoring the rest of the dogs, and hissed.
It was comical. The dog look to the left and to the right like, "Me?"
Lucky gave a short hiss like, "Yeah you," and the dogs backed up five feet.
Lucky then walked down to the bottom of the stairs staring at the alpha male the entire way, and he hissed again.
This time, the alpha male backed up 10 feet, and his compadres did the same.
Lucky turned to look at my brother and I, who were frozen in thought with the conundrum:
Should we lock the door? If we lock the door and the dogs rush us, we're fucked. But if we'd leave the door unlocked and somebody breaks in, Mom's going to kill us.
Breaking us from our reverie, Lucky looked at us, rolled his neck to glare at us while shrugging his shoulders the way your mother would when she says, "Come on!"
My brother locked the front door, and we crossed behind my cat leaving Lucky as the only thing in separating us and the five dogs.
We walked slowly down the street, but we didn't run.
The dogs followed, growling menacingly.
My cat walk behind us totally unbothered, and every few steps he turned around to ensure the dogs were at Bay and keeping a safe distance. Then, he would turn around and watch us and repeat the same movement.
My brother and I were terrified, and it took everything in us not to run. At one point, I looked in my brother's eyes and he looked as if he was just about to take off, and I grabbed his arm and glared at him.
"Don't," I mouthed.
I've seen enough animal shows to know that running from animals will engage a mechanism in them forcing them to chase you and view you as prey. So, we continued down the street walking while staring at Lucky who casually strolled and occasionally turned to monitor at the dogs.
After the longest five houses in the history of life, the dogs peeled off, giving up the chase, but Lucky walked with us all the way down the street.
At the corner, my brother and I ran across the street to the bus stop and we went to school.
Honestly, I didn't think about it the entire time I was at school.
On the way home though, when I got to the corner, I thought about the dogs and how I was going to get in the house.
There was an auto body shop on the corner of my street, but on stairs of the first house behind the auto body shop sat Lucky, waiting on me to allay my fears.
Lucky walked up the street in front of me checking around each car, and each house before continuing on.
The dogs were nowhere in sight.
We got to the house, he ran up the stairs and sat down by the front door. I took out my key, let us both in, and breathed a long sigh of relief.
Now, we were poor as hell so my cat's got dry cat food all the time. It was the cheapest, but the best we could afford.
But on that day, I took two cans of tuna fish out of the cabinet, opened them and scooped them into Lucky's Bowl.
He had more than earned his keep and his reward.
For those of you that think I'm bullshiting, I'm not. This cat did everything I said.
Sadly, a couple months later he was killed by a malicious bastard on a riding mower.
There was an empty lot next door to my apartment. Occasionally, a guy would come to mow that lawn.
We always allowed our cats to go outside and on that day, Lucky was running toward the house. The guy on the riding mower swerved into Lucky intentionally, and his spine was severed.
My brother saw everything as it went down. The man said, "Fucking cat," the same way Percy Wetmore would have done in The Green Mile.
Lucky was a tough sumbitch, though.
I was at work, but my brother ran to him and his hind legs were limp. He was paralyzed from the waist down.
He cradled him in his arms and he with my mother rushed him to the veterinarian's office.
The entire way, Lucky looked at my brother like Megatron in Transformers: The Movie, "Wait...I still function," but the vet said he had to be put to sleep, And he was.
When I came home from work that day my family told me about Lucky and I cried. He was a cool cat, and not many people can say that they have been saved from a pack of dogs by a cat, but I can.
RIP Lucky
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I've lost lots of dogs it's always very sad. Sorry for your loss.
Brah I have a pair of mini Schnazuers (brother and sister). I don't know how long they'll be with us (they'll be 11 this month) but I already know I won't be worth a damn for a while once they're both gone. What's crazy is I bought them for my wife and now I'm more attached to them jokers than she is. She calls them my therapy dogs, cause I just can't be pissed off or upset around them. Their presence has an unbelievable effect on my mood.
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