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As most of you know I have a 14 year old lab cross, he's going downhill fast. His back legs only work 45% of the time, the rest of the time he has difficulty standing, walking up stairs and sometimes will just collapse.
His breathing is irregular, he pants so loud the neighbors can hear him. He's almost completely blind and deaf.
Here's the thing, he does seem to be in pain at times, but most of the time he seems okay. We've been giving him pain meds prescribed by the vet, they help alot.
He still loves being with his family, still wags his tail when he sees us, sleeps at the foot of my bed content to be by my side.
In my heart I know that it's time to make the dreaded appointment. If anyone else came here to ask this question I wouldn't hesitate to tell them it's time, but it's always easier to give advice then it is to take it?
I hate this part of being a fur mom. I hate making this decision because I never know if it's really time. I always feel that my pets will let me know when they they're ready and I'm not getting that vibe from Indy, but is it because I don't want it to be the end?
We adopted Indy 1 month after we got married. He's our baby, our first child. I can't imagine not hearing his paws clicking on the laminate, not hearing his panting, not seeing his beautiful wise face.
I need someone else to tell me if it's time. I can't make this decision, I've been putting it off for quite some time now and I'm worried that he's suffering because of my greed.
Yeah... wow, I don't like my chances but I will definately try it!
Would love to know what my little ones are thinking
There's nothing wrong with a bit of cheese Alty
If you are game enough cook some liver, I don't know any dog that doesn't love liver!
Ahhh, the smell of liver makes me ill. My mom used to make me eat it. That and lentils. I actually vomit when I smell lentils.
He loves all meat. He's actually an odd little guy, he likes lettuce. He used to beg for lettuce when we were having salad, I gave in one day thinking he'd just spit it out. Nope, he gulped it down and asked for more.
I have a good lentil story. My car was broken into in a major city, but I didn't know my stereo from my trunk was missing until I got home.
Well, how could I, they replaced 10 lbs of stereo with 10 lbs of lentils. I guess they were on foot an couldn't carry the extra 10 lbs. The police took the lentils as evidence.
I have a good lentil story. My car was broken into in a major city, but I didn't know my stereo from my trunk was missing until I got home.
Well, how could I, they replaced 10 lbs of stereo with 10 lbs of lentils. I guess they were on foot an couldn't carry the extra 10 lbs. The police took the lentils as evidence.
The police can have my lentils too.
The reason I hate them;
I had the flu, terrible time, lots of vomitting and other runny parts, 3 weeks of pure hell. I couldn't eat, lost 30 pounds in a very short amount of time. Hmm, I should get that flu again.
Anyway, mom made lentils and liver (ya, double whammy). I came downstairs, the smell hit me and I had to run to the bathroom.
Ever since then just the smell of lentils makes me vomit.
Alty have a wonderful ride with him. I just want to let you know about a saying we have in my family nobody is spoiled rotten just well loved! So anytime you think your spoiling your animals, just remember they are well loved, no such thing as spoiled. Of course you need the right amount of discipline to temper all the love they get. After reading a few of your posts, I know your furry friends are very well loved and not spoiled. I want to thank you for all of the sound advice you have been able to give me, so remember you are a wonderful person and your Indy knows how wonderful you are also.
Indy is sitting at my feet right now. We had a little talk today. It was so peaceful.
I was petting him, his head in my lap, I hugged his neck and asked him if he was ready to go. He gave me a look that he's never given before. He was so calm, so quiet, no panting, no huffing, just calm. Then he licked my hand, put his head back in my lap and sighed.
Hubby and I talked about it. We're going to make the appointment, probably the week after next unless he starts to experience worse pain, then we'll do it sooner.
Somehow making the decision has eased my mind and made it race at the same time.
A date. A date with death. It just seems so very wrong.
Yes, It does seem very wrong, but at the same time it is the very right thing to do. Does it make it easier on us? NO. We still miss them when they are gone. My prayers are still with you Alty. May this week be blessed and wonderful to look back on and take lots of pictures of him on the ride. Take care and know everyone is thinking of you.
My Shelby is a 15 year old black lab. Over the past two years, I have asked myself this question many times. In that time I have always called the Vet and asked, "how will I know?" Each time I am met with patience and always the same answer....Does she eat, does she drink, does she go outside?
Even when she was sick last week and had to go see the Vet and he suggested I leave her for the morning....I said this, "OK, we have had this discussion about other dogs before, just tell me, in your honest opinion do you think she will come home with me tonight?"
Dr. George said, "she isn't depressed, she she still has that look in her eye....yes I think she will go home with you"
And she did!
For me, just simply accepting that she will fall and breathe so heavy I feel like I should get her own 900 number has made it easier. I have had her since she was eight weeks old. We are in sync....I will know when it is time.
alty you have a beautifull baby boy there, and remmeber, when and if you decide to put him down..he KNOWS you are making your decision based on LOVE. he KNOWS you love him...
i dont know what else to say other than you can talk to me anytime you need to vent. *hugs*
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