MustangMike
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Unfortunately, I have cried over them several times, they are part of your family.
Lost my first one when I was at college, I think he made himself sick when I left. Rex was a mixed Shepard, and the smartest dog I have ever seen. I could tell him to do things I had never taught him, and he would just do them. He even learned (on his own) to open doors with his paws.
Duke was a pure bred Shepard, very friendly but not very smart for a Shepard. But he was a friendly dog and loved to play with me. I used to let him off leash and he would run around the house to show his appreciation. I'd been away on business for a few days, and when I came home I went to play with him, still in my suit & tie. On the third time around the house, he went too wide and got killed by a car.
Bailey was an extraordinarily friendly Dalmatian (many of them are skitzo) that all the kids in the neighborhood loved. She got old and her lungs started taking on water. We came home one day and she is shaking like a leaf, just standing there. Took me a while to realize she was shaking cause she could not lay down w/o choking. Ended up taking her to the vet ER in the middle of the night to pull the plug.
Thor was a 75 lb pit (or pit mix) we adopted from the humane society. He was considered one of the crazy dogs there, but he bonded with my wife and I. I knew we had to adopt him when I took him for a walk and we spotted 3 deer. I pointed to the deer, and he sat and watched them. When they moved out of sight, he got up till we could see them again, then sat again (several times). We could walk (or hike) with him w/o a leash, because he would he would just listen to me. We had him for 2 years when he blew his back out. We kept him for another 18 mos trying surgery & rehab, to no avail. When he totally lost control of his bodily functions, we had to put him down. It was very difficult, he was still fully there mentally, and still obeyed every instruction I gave him, including to put his head on his paws and stay calm.
It never gets easy, but like I explained to my wife when she did not want to get any more, the good times far outweigh the bad, and like my Dad used to say "Life if for the living", and you just have to go on. You just have to remember how lucky you were to have had them, which is why we currently have 2.
Best of luck with your troubles, and remember the good times, and be strong for your wife.
Lost my first one when I was at college, I think he made himself sick when I left. Rex was a mixed Shepard, and the smartest dog I have ever seen. I could tell him to do things I had never taught him, and he would just do them. He even learned (on his own) to open doors with his paws.
Duke was a pure bred Shepard, very friendly but not very smart for a Shepard. But he was a friendly dog and loved to play with me. I used to let him off leash and he would run around the house to show his appreciation. I'd been away on business for a few days, and when I came home I went to play with him, still in my suit & tie. On the third time around the house, he went too wide and got killed by a car.
Bailey was an extraordinarily friendly Dalmatian (many of them are skitzo) that all the kids in the neighborhood loved. She got old and her lungs started taking on water. We came home one day and she is shaking like a leaf, just standing there. Took me a while to realize she was shaking cause she could not lay down w/o choking. Ended up taking her to the vet ER in the middle of the night to pull the plug.
Thor was a 75 lb pit (or pit mix) we adopted from the humane society. He was considered one of the crazy dogs there, but he bonded with my wife and I. I knew we had to adopt him when I took him for a walk and we spotted 3 deer. I pointed to the deer, and he sat and watched them. When they moved out of sight, he got up till we could see them again, then sat again (several times). We could walk (or hike) with him w/o a leash, because he would he would just listen to me. We had him for 2 years when he blew his back out. We kept him for another 18 mos trying surgery & rehab, to no avail. When he totally lost control of his bodily functions, we had to put him down. It was very difficult, he was still fully there mentally, and still obeyed every instruction I gave him, including to put his head on his paws and stay calm.
It never gets easy, but like I explained to my wife when she did not want to get any more, the good times far outweigh the bad, and like my Dad used to say "Life if for the living", and you just have to go on. You just have to remember how lucky you were to have had them, which is why we currently have 2.
Best of luck with your troubles, and remember the good times, and be strong for your wife.
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