General / Off-Topic Dogs don't close their eyes when they are dead

[Shinji Ikari]

My 13 -14 year old dog is dead, to be precise we euthanized her quite literally less than an hour ago because she was just in a deporable state given her age, nose bleeding, vomitting, weakness, agitated breathing, etc.

That's all.

 

[Burke]

Sorry dude

 

[EUS]

Sorry for your loss.
Ours died at home in her sleep, at ~14yrs, it took us 11 years before getting another, the loss is always too great.
We have a ten month old Sheltie now. Lots of happiness. It might kill me when she goes, but much too early for such thoughts.

 

[Patrick_68000]

My 13 -14 year old dog is dead, to be precise we euthanized her quite literally less than an hour ago because she was just in a deporable state given her age, nose bleeding, vomitting, weakness, agitated breathing, etc.

That's all.

A sad day. I lost a lot of cats that I also euthanized.

I know it's not a consolation but you can tell you that she lived her long dog life.

I euthanized my beloved cat 4 months ago. He was only one and a half years old.

All the animal lovers are with you.

My sincere condolences.

 

[Hell Razor5543]

Pets do us a terrible disservice. They steal our hearts, and then, later (hopefully much later), they break them. Saying that, we would not be without them, as we all need something to love and care for.

 

[Patrick_68000]

Pets do us a terrible disservice. They steal our hearts, and then, later (hopefully much later), they break them. Saying that, we would not be without them, as we all need something to love and care for.

And often they leave us so quickly that it is difficult to replace them again and again.

So much their departures destroy us.

 

[Robert Maynard]

We have them on loan. It's always sad to lose a furry family member. Sorry to hear you lost your girl.

 

[ethelred]

Euthenios • May 11, 2018, 10:22 PM

7

The last thing I remember is My Person bringing my to the Sharp Place.
I never understood why My Person would bring me to the Sharp Place. The smells were sharp, and they poked me with sharp things. That's why I called it the Sharp Place. It was a bad place. I didn't like it.
I don't know why My Person brought me there, that day of all days. I already hadn't been feeling good. I'd been throwing up, and my hips hurt and my paws hurt. Even eating grass didn't help. And then My Person brought me to the Sharp Place. I tried to be mad at him, but he seemed so sad about something, so I tried to wag my tail to cheer him up. I didn't even really notice when the Sharp Man poked me.
Then my eyes got heavy and that was the last thing I remember.
Buddy, a voice said. Buddy, wake up.
I opened my eyes and got to my feet, and I realized my paws didn't hurt anymore. I tried a wag, and that was fine, too. I sniffed the air. It smelled like the Play Park and like Our Home and the Car Window. I liked it a lot.
Welcome, Buddy, came the voice again, from behind me.
I turned around, and there was a person there. He wasn't My Person, but he was all safe and good smells, so I trusted him.
Where am I? I said.
You're in the place that Good Boys go, the person said.
I was a Good Boy? I said.
You were a Very Good Boy, he told me.
That was good. I always tried to be a Good Boy. Where's My Person? I asked.
He's still down there, the person said. And he waved his arm and all of a sudden we were in Our Home, and My Person was sitting on the Forbidden Chair and looking sad. Every so often, he'd look over at the Okay Couch, where I was allowed so sit, and his breath would catch because he was very sad. I tried to nuzzle him, but my nose just passed through his hand.
What's happening? I don't understand, I said.
The person sighed. You can't be with him right now, Buddy. I'm sorry. It's the way of things.
I thought about this. So it's like My Person is on the Person Bed, and I'm not allowed there? I said.
Exactly like that, the person said. But he can be with you someday. If you choose to wait for him.
Of course I want to wait for him! I said. Not wait for My Person? Who did this person think he was talking to?
Hold on, Buddy, the person said. He seemed sad about this for some reason. It's not that simple. You have a choice. He got down on one knee and he looked into my eyes. There are bad things in this world, Buddy. Very bad things.
Like Neighbor Cat?
So much worse than her, Buddy. He waved his hand, and I saw what he was talking about. He showed me dark things, that were like snakes and rats, only worse. Worse than the Sucking Machine. Worse than the Sharp Place. They smelled evil.
These are the things that want to hurt him, Buddy. They want to hurt everybody. So you can wait for him, or you can keep him safe. But if you choose to keep him safe, then you can't see him again.
What, never? I said.
The person nodded. Never, Buddy. I'm sorry. Those are the Rules. It's a terrible choice.
I looked at my paws. I didn't want to not see My Person ever again. But I wanted to keep him safe even more.
I know what I have to do, I said, and the person waved his hand, and all of a sudden we were in a place with there were as many dogs as I have every seen before. More, even.
These are all the Good Boys who chose to keep Their People safe, the person said.
I looked at them all. I couldn't believe it, still. But there's so many of us! I said. How many Good Boys are here?
The person looked down at me. He smiled, but I could tell he was also partly very sad. All of you, Buddy. Every single one.

 

[Shinji Ikari]

Euthenios • May 11, 2018, 10:22 PM

7

The last thing I remember is My Person bringing my to the Sharp Place.
I never understood why My Person would bring me to the Sharp Place. The smells were sharp, and they poked me with sharp things. That's why I called it the Sharp Place. It was a bad place. I didn't like it.
I don't know why My Person brought me there, that day of all days. I already hadn't been feeling good. I'd been throwing up, and my hips hurt and my paws hurt. Even eating grass didn't help. And then My Person brought me to the Sharp Place. I tried to be mad at him, but he seemed so sad about something, so I tried to wag my tail to cheer him up. I didn't even really notice when the Sharp Man poked me.
Then my eyes got heavy and that was the last thing I remember.
Buddy, a voice said. Buddy, wake up.
I opened my eyes and got to my feet, and I realized my paws didn't hurt anymore. I tried a wag, and that was fine, too. I sniffed the air. It smelled like the Play Park and like Our Home and the Car Window. I liked it a lot.
Welcome, Buddy, came the voice again, from behind me.
I turned around, and there was a person there. He wasn't My Person, but he was all safe and good smells, so I trusted him.
Where am I? I said.
You're in the place that Good Boys go, the person said.
I was a Good Boy? I said.
You were a Very Good Boy, he told me.
That was good. I always tried to be a Good Boy. Where's My Person? I asked.
He's still down there, the person said. And he waved his arm and all of a sudden we were in Our Home, and My Person was sitting on the Forbidden Chair and looking sad. Every so often, he'd look over at the Okay Couch, where I was allowed so sit, and his breath would catch because he was very sad. I tried to nuzzle him, but my nose just passed through his hand.
What's happening? I don't understand, I said.
The person sighed. You can't be with him right now, Buddy. I'm sorry. It's the way of things.
I thought about this. So it's like My Person is on the Person Bed, and I'm not allowed there? I said.
Exactly like that, the person said. But he can be with you someday. If you choose to wait for him.
Of course I want to wait for him! I said. Not wait for My Person? Who did this person think he was talking to?
Hold on, Buddy, the person said. He seemed sad about this for some reason. It's not that simple. You have a choice. He got down on one knee and he looked into my eyes. There are bad things in this world, Buddy. Very bad things.
Like Neighbor Cat?
So much worse than her, Buddy. He waved his hand, and I saw what he was talking about. He showed me dark things, that were like snakes and rats, only worse. Worse than the Sucking Machine. Worse than the Sharp Place. They smelled evil.
These are the things that want to hurt him, Buddy. They want to hurt everybody. So you can wait for him, or you can keep him safe. But if you choose to keep him safe, then you can't see him again.
What, never? I said.
The person nodded. Never, Buddy. I'm sorry. Those are the Rules. It's a terrible choice.
I looked at my paws. I didn't want to not see My Person ever again. But I wanted to keep him safe even more.
I know what I have to do, I said, and the person waved his hand, and all of a sudden we were in a place with there were as many dogs as I have every seen before. More, even.
These are all the Good Boys who chose to keep Their People safe, the person said.
I looked at them all. I couldn't believe it, still. But there's so many of us! I said. How many Good Boys are here?
The person looked down at me. He smiled, but I could tell he was also partly very sad. All of you, Buddy. Every single one.

Right after she died I saw why people believe in heaven, it's a much comforting idea.

 

[Patrick_68000]

Right after she died I saw why people believe in heaven, it's a much comforting idea.

Heaven or not, I hope one day to find again all the animals of my life. And to hold them in my arms .

 

[Mole HD]

I couldn't even bear to add a like having been through that a few years ago with my 17 year old Golden Retriever. One man, one dog...I've never had another since.

 

[MTBFritz]

Pets do us a terrible disservice. They steal our hearts, and then, later (hopefully much later), they break them. Saying that, we would not be without them, as we all need something to love and care for.

Have been through pet loss several times and while its tragic and heart wrenching every time they do prepare us for the "bigger" losses later in life bar any freak accidents leaving you without a partner or parents at young age. I sometimes try to picture what I ll do if I someday lose my wife in case she dies before me and lets just say I m a coward and never linger on the topic for long because it frightens me to the core and I m able to tell (lie to) myself "hey, we still have 40+ years, why bother now eh?, stay happy"

The thing that scares me the most about death is its finality. There is no coming back or a "happy end" and its inevitable. Often its ugly too. Two of my cats started to wither away with big problems and probably pain too before I made the decision to stop it for them and I remember the moments when "the spark" simply leaves them and their eyes lose "somthing" telling me they are gone. The body is still there, still warm but you simply couldnt confuse it with sleep. Even from a distance something is off and face to face you just know they are gone.

It pains me greatly that I usually have to visit the vet for this final act of compassion because I never had a pet that particulary enjoyed car drives and all of them were scared of the vet clinic yet both are one of the last things they experience. Being with them in their final seconds and trying to calm them is the least I can do to ease this difficult time for them and I hope I ll continue to be able to do this.

My mother in law decided to not have a new dog after she lost her last one (due to age) but I cannot understand that. I grief for a period of time but knowing what you miss out on for not having one would drive me crazy. That being said I never forgot any of my pets (all cats) and every single one covers a special time in my life and while losing one is hard I dont want to miss out on all the good things/times they can provide.

Its a form of heart ache I chose willingly and my biggest concern is to offer them a good life.....

 

[Patrick_68000]

Have been through pet loss several times and while its tragic and heart wrenching every time they do prepare us for the "bigger" losses later in life bar any freak accidents leaving you without a partner or parents at young age. I sometimes try to picture what I ll do if I someday lose my wife in case she dies before me and lets just say I m a coward and never linger on the topic for long because it frightens me to the core and I m able to tell (lie to) myself "hey, we still have 40+ years, why bother now eh?, stay happy"

The thing that scares me the most about death is its finality. There is no coming back or a "happy end" and its inevitable. Often its ugly too. Two of my cats started to wither away with big problems and probably pain too before I made the decision to stop it for them and I remember the moments when "the spark" simply leaves them and their eyes lose "somthing" telling me they are gone. The body is still there, still warm but you simply couldnt confuse it with sleep. Even from a distance something is off and face to face you just know they are gone.

It pains me greatly that I usually have to visit the vet for this final act of compassion because I never had a pet that particulary enjoyed car drives and all of them were scared of the vet clinic yet both are one of the last things they experience. Being with them in their final seconds and trying to calm them is the least I can do to ease this difficult time for them and I hope I ll continue to be able to do this.

My mother in law decided to not have a new dog after she lost her last one (due to age) but I cannot understand that. I grief for a period of time but knowing what you miss out on for not having one would drive me crazy. That being said I never forgot any of my pets (all cats) and every single one covers a special time in my life and while losing one is hard I dont want to miss out on all the good things/times they can provide.

Its a form of heart ache I chose willingly and my biggest concern is to offer them a good life.....

You said everything here.

 

[OldSchoolPlayer]

This is why I am too scared to own one. They are loyal till death.

 

[Patrick_68000]

It pains me greatly that I usually have to visit the vet for this final act of compassion because I never had a pet that particulary enjoyed car drives and all of them were scared of the vet clinic yet both are one of the last things they experience. Being with them in their final seconds and trying to calm them is the least I can do to ease this difficult time for them and I hope I ll continue to be able to do this.

After having accompanied several of my cats to the veterinarian and attended their euthanasia (curiously they have always been calm) and buried them in the garden, I must admit that for my last cat, I did not have the strength, it was above my strength.

He had been at the vet since two days after a serious accident. I went to see him the day before, but the day of his euthanasia, I could not, too hard for me, because I loved him a lot and also because I had euthanized two others of my cats since three years.

I guess he left in peace and I went to get him to bury him in the garden with all my other cats.

I often regret not having been present for his euthanasia but it was insurmountable for me for this cat.

 

[lysan]

My 13 -14 year old dog is dead, to be precise we euthanized her quite literally less than an hour ago because she was just in a deporable state given her age, nose bleeding, vomitting, weakness, agitated breathing, etc.

That's all.

every 10th year, give or take I need to go through this emotional rollercoaster, but all my dogs closed their eyes, still it's hard every.single.time....I cry! yup, big grown man cry like a little girl....

 

[Bob Lighthouse]

Sorry for your loss.

 

[MTBFritz]

every 10th year, give or take I need to go through this emotional rollercoaster, but all my dogs closed their eyes, still it's hard every.single.time....I cry! yup, big grown man cry like a little girl....

Not crying would make me question your character truth be told.

I m not used to crying being raised the "boys dont cry" methology and it shows I guess as me crying looks like I m in physical pain or maybe even comical. Its nothing like the crystal clear and emotional "movie crying" we all know.

So its still rare for me and I try to supress it...sometimes I fail but I know that crying is not a show of weakness. It just shows how much the thing you lost was worth to you if it rocks your world like this.

/comfort

just let them (tears) go man, your companions deserve as much

 

[Patrick_68000]

every 10th year, give or take I need to go through this emotional rollercoaster, but all my dogs closed their eyes, still it's hard every.single.time....I cry! yup, big grown man cry like a little girl....

I cry and also when I’m alone in the nature, I scream with pain.

 

[lysan]

Not crying would make me question your character truth be told.

I m not used to crying being raised the "boys dont cry" methology and it shows I guess as me crying looks like I m in physical pain or maybe even comical. Its nothing like the crystal clear and emotional "movie crying" we all know.

So its still rare for me and I try to supress it...sometimes I fail but I know that crying is not a show of weakness. It just shows how much the thing you lost was worth to you if it rocks your world like this.

/comfort

just let them (tears) go man, your companions deserve as much

I know, I was raised by a father who loved us through his belt, and boy did he love us, I never cried, later I spend many years in the military, lost many friends, some even very close friends, never cried.

But every time I need to say goodbuy to one of my dog, it’s niagara waterfalls