My dog/best friend, just got put down. Cheer me up:(

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Yea dude it's definitely one of the worst experiences i've had. Were good with how it went down, like were you there or not, do you regret anything about it? Personally I was there and am happy i decided to be there for him, i dont think i couldve lived with myself if i wasnt there. But good luck dude, just think of all the other people this has happened to, thats what helps me out.
 
I remember when my childhood dog was put down. My condolences :/ now when you think of them you can always smile and remember the good times
 
Probably not going to help much, but when my dog died it was without a doubt the worst day/week/month of my life. Had him from when I was 4-16, then i got in a car accident 2 days later. Shitty shit happens bra, sorry to hear about it i feel your pain.
 
i remember being about seven years old and lying down on the floor next to my dog when i was home alone. frequently, for whatever reason, i would imagine burglars coming into the house and shooting my dog so he wouldnt attack them or anything. i thought about how i wouldnt be able to do anything to prevent it from happening; even if i tried to jump in front of the bullet they still might kill my dog anyways. i would lie there on the floor hugging my dog and i would just cry my eyes out for hours.

id sit there and apologize for all the times when i was really little and used to treat my dog like a toy, when i would pull his tail and try to shove him down the stairs and try to poke his eyes. i knew it was usual kid stuff, but i felt so fucking bad about it that i would apologize over and over in every way i possibly could, just trying as hard as i could to make sure that he understood how sorry i was and how much i loved him and never wanted him to leave because no matter how mean i might have been by accident he was always my favorite person in the world.

so then 11 years later, my dad comes running into my room one morning and tells me that the dog is dying in my parents bedroom. i run in there and find the dog lying on the bed, and i curl up next to him just like i used to do all the time when i was a kid. i just remember that feeling of frustration, of trying to make sure that he understood how much he meant to me and how i really think he was one of the most important figures of my childhood but knowing that he cant understand i word i said to him. and that time i knew it would be my last chance i would ever have to make him know everything he was to me, and then to tell him that it was his time to go and that its okay if he wants to finish this life up. and knowing that there was nothing i could do, no way for me to jump in front of a bullet, nothing an apology can solve, that was the real torture of the whole thing.

so then he died right there in my arms, we buried him in the backyard, and i spent the rest of the day skiing.

and ive been bawling my eyes out for like an hour trying to write this haha
 
Vibes man! I've lost all three of my dogs in that past year due to health/old age and that really sucked!
 
feel u man, my dog died when i was in fourth grade, he had liver cancer and it was really sad seeing him in pain and not eating his food, one night i just lay with him and cried for like 3 hours. It was terrible cause i felt like i was dick to him when i was really young and like someone said above, u want them to realize how much they mean to you but there is no way of u knowing if they understand your love. I only really felt better after a year or so later, and real closure when i got a cute new puppy
 
+vibes man. Haven't lost a dog yet but I have lost my cat. The cat I had was no normal cat. My cat was very dog like, she would sleep with me when I was sick and would not leave my side until I got better. She would also be by my side when I was sad or when my parents were going though fights. She knew when I needed her. She would also put up with my brother playing with her too rough, pulling her tail and other shit. My brother is special ed and my cat somehow knew he was special.

She lived to be 19 years old as a outdoor cat, she died of kidney failure. When she was put down I warped her in my baby blanket that she would always sleep on and then I buried her with that blanket. Shits rough losing a loved one but thinking back on all the support and good times makes me smile in a misty eyed way.

Yes I loved my cat haters gonna hate.
 
I feel you too man i had a cat that lived in my house longer then i did until we put her down when we moved because she couldn't handle the change at an old age (19 years old for a cat also super old).

And to OP +vibes man, its possible that you might get to be with him again, as i believe we are all spirits 'leveling' up in the universe, and someday, the essence of his spirit, in fact all of our pet's spirits might, just might come back to meet us and be with us again, id hope. haha, getting pretty complex but.. anyways

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when my dog was put down it was hard but after a while things get better and you get used to having them not around. i kept her dog tags though and they are on my key chain and one above my bed, reminds me of the good times we had
 
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here she is guys! Liana. 13 years old! Best puppy ever. We got her as a guide dog in training (something my mom used to be into) but she was too aggressive to other dogs (she always wanted to protect us) so they said we could keep her! Thanks for all the posts!
 
Toughest part of being a dog owner but

the pain of their passing is never as great as the joy and unconditional love they bestowed during your time with them

I look at it more as sending them off on another journey

By the edge of a wood, at the foot of a hill,

is a lush green meadow where time stands still.

Where friends of man and woman do run,

when their time on earth is over and done.

For there, between this world and the next,

is a place where each beloved creature finds rest.

On this golden land, they wait and they play,

till the Rainbow Bridge they cross over one day.

No more do they suffer, in pain or in sadness,

for they are whole, their lives filled with gladness.

Their limbs are restored, their health renewed,

their bodies have healed, with strength imbued.

They romp through the grass, without even a care,

until one day they start, and sniff the air.

All ears prick forward, eyes dart front and back,

then all of a sudden, one breaks from the pack.

For just that instant, their eyes have met;

togather again, both person and pet.

So they run to each other, these friends from long past,

the time of their parting is over at last.

The sadness they felt while they were apart,

has turned into joy once more in each heart.

They embrace with love that will last forever,

and then, side - by - side

they cross over... togather.

At Rainbow Bridge

Inpired by a Norse legend

a few more from a dog thread on another forum

Dog's PLEA

Treat me kindly, my beloved friend , for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me . Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between blows , your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me learn . Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footsteps fall on my waiting ear.

Please take me inside when it is cold and wet, for I am a domesticated animal no longer accustomed to the bitter elements. I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth . Keep my pan filled with fresh water , for I can not tell you when I suffer thirst .Feed me clean food that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding , to walk by your side , and stand ready , willing and able to protect you with my life , should your life be in danger .

And , my friend , when I am very old , and I no longer enjoy good health , hearing and sight , do not make heroic efforts to keep me going ....please see that my trusting life is taken gently . I shall leave this earth knowing with the last breath I draw that my fate was always safest in your loving hands .

-Anonymous-

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“I Stood Beside Your Bed Last Night”

I stood beside your bed last night, I came to have a peep.

I could see that you where crying, you found it hard to sleep

I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,

“It’s me, I haven’t left you, I’m well. I’m fine, I’m here.”

I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour your tea,

You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me.

I was with you at the shops today. Your arms were getting sore.

I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today. You tend it with such care.

I want to reassure you, that I’m not lying there.

I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.

I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said, “It’s me.”

You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.

I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.

It’s possible for me, to be so near you everyday.

To say to you with certainty, “I never went away.”

You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew.

In the stillness of that evening, I was close to you.

The day is over, I smile and watch you yawning.

And say “goodnight, God bless, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,

I’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll stand, side by side.

I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.

Be patient, live your journey out, then come home to be with me."

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A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.

After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.

When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold.

He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side. When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"

"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.

"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked. Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open.

"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."

The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog. After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed There was no fence.

As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book. "Excuse me!" he called to the man. "Do you have any water?"

"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in."

"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog. "There should be a bowl by the pump."

They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree. "What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.

"This is Heaven," he answered.

"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said

that was Heaven, too." "Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates?

Nope. That's Hell."

"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"

"No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind

vibes on your loss of your friend

 
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