I'm growing older but not up. My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck, let the winds of time blow over my head. I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead.
Post by verycontrary247 on Dec 19, 2015 23:55:35 GMT -5
I'm right there with you, lady.
I don't like thinking about the mortality of my animals.
There's that awful point where you don't know if it's time- like you don't want them to suffer but you also don't want to have them PTS before it's really necessary.
I have no advice, just a ton of love for you and Stinks. You're a good dog mom and I know you will make the right decision when it comes down to it.
It's OK if you never feel ready. What matters is when he is ready. Then you have to do what feels impossible to show just how much he is loved. So much that you put his needs worlds ahead of your own feelings.
I'm so sorry. I knew it was time for Scout when I felt that putting it off longer would mean it was too late. It broke my heart.
I've always thought a day too early is better than a day too late.
Sometimes it's harder to know when it's a day too late until it's already there. I hope I don't regret letting him stay with me another week and a half. This time may be selfish, but I want to give him the attention he deserves.
My brother just went through this with his sweet old lady. And there have been times that my family has been too late. It's heartbreaking either way. All the love and hugs to you and Stinky.
I'm growing older but not up. My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck, let the winds of time blow over my head. I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead.
The decision just fucking sucks, there is no way to soften that shit. I just went though this with my cat, who was my baby, my BFF. The only thing that helped was knowing it was the right decision, and having the vet confirm that he was suffering and he was ready. I comfort myself by knowing that he is no longer suffering, it is only me that suffers now. And that does help.
This is so hard. I'll be facing it again myself, sooner than later.
It always comforts me (logically, I guess. Not really in the moment, but you know.) to know that they aren't dreading death. They aren't scared to go. They think only about the here and now, not about what may come for them a week/month/year from now. The sadness is ours to bear. It fucking sucks, but know that from HIS perspective, there is no such thing as "too early," certainly not at this point.
That guy is such a character, I've always loved seeing photos of his goofy face. I'm so sorry.
Yes, I had a vet tell me years ago that my cat just adjusted to each day and his new limitations. It still hurt.
I'm growing older but not up. My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck, let the winds of time blow over my head. I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead.
I am sitting here sobbing mp. I am so sorry that you have to deal with this and make such an impossible decision. Stinky is such an amazing pug, who has gotten you (and me!) through so much. You have given him such a wonderful life and he has brought so much joy and happiness to you and everyone he has met. I hate that you have to make this decision. I wish pets could live forever. I'm sending giant hugs!
I'm so very sorry you are at the point. I had to make that decision for our cat this summer. And even though I knew it was right and he was suffering, I had that selfish "I can't do this feeling". I wasn't ready to say goodbye. This is the hardest part about being pet owners so many hugs for you.
I am so sorry, mp. A day too early is good advice, because I lost my beloved Maggie at home during a mundane conference call. You both get to choose. So many hugs for you and Stinky.