Well in that respect your a far braver man than me Chris....I salute you and one day hope to shake your hand in person :salute:

Crap, I cried like a baby when mine died. She basically lived with me in bed when I went through several back operations, a week later my cat died that I had for 22 years, but I sort of expected that and don't much like cats although I like this one. Course with my mom dying a few months ago, nothing hurts worse than that, but the same thing. I have no doubt my mom would've preferred to die earlier but lived in suffering because of her kids until finally she died a harsher death than she had to.

Still, It's hard being a part of death, actually being there, but you want to be, but it's a hard experience actually watching something die human or animal if you love it.

I did a job this past spring for a very rich old couple..big rich, but the husbands an ass, wife basically bedridden. I got to where I would check on her and get her stuff. Her husband at 88 still works his business. She broke into tears and just said " my dog died" and I talked with her for about an hour as she showed pictures...finally realized the dog had been dead for years, but that dog became her life...she even said.."wish that bastard would've died instead of my dog." referring to her husband..

No worries Armistead...I cried like a baby as well. It's hard man. It's even worse when you make that decision.

We picked up her ashes today. She is in a nice polished pine box. I was utterly impressed with the funeral home. Our house feels empty. That ever present noise of a bone being chewed or barking at a squirrel in the backyard is gone. My wife was bumming tonight making just one bowl of food for our poodle. Even our little poodle Dash is a bit lost at the moment.

After reading this thread my hay fever and aversion to onions is also playing up, who would have thought.

I was in a similar situation with my dog Misty, there's not a day goes by where I don't think about her. You've done the right thing doing what you did. Misty's last meal was beef in gravy with an extra long walk chucked in. Damn those onions and hay fever again... :cry:

Been there, done that. Multiple times with many different animals, not just dogs. Some as part of the job, some as personal losses. Ages old or just a few weeks old, males and females, sick, retarded or wounded. Anything.

And you know what: you get used to Death always being an employee in your crew. But you will never get used to losing. You can rationalize it all you want, but you won't. Heck, you without any doubt know that it was the only right choice. But you still won't. Emotions just don't work like that. It's humane.

All I can say is that your wife was exactly right. And so was the decision: it's the last service you can do to your companion. And you owe it to him/her.

My dog is at the moment 2,5 years old and I have already accepted that I need to face Mr. Reaperman once again. It may be in 10 years or more, but it could as well be tomorrow. The only thing I know is that the day will come and I can't prepare for it. I can't wish it to go away, but I can wish how it happens. And if my wish ever comes true, I get to take my dog into a forest he loves, let him swim in a clean lake for a while, do whatever he ever has loved doing. And after that end our journey with one painless and quick bullet.

I have seen enough vet clinics. It's no place for a dog to die, if I can help it.

It will be one of the hardest days of your life. My dog was 12 when we put her down...i was 15 then. I'm 20 now and i still get a little sad when thinking about my dog sandy.

but, you'll know shes in a better place.

I don't know if that was intended for me (seeing it's in future tense), but if it was: believe me, I have lived it already. I stopped counting when I ran out of fingers to count with.

it's for anybody who's ever lost a pet. they may be your property, but sometimes it feels like they own your heart

I feel your pain AVG. Sorry to hear about your loss. It sure is a tough desicion to make, especially when that time arrives.

Yup..it's a crappy road.

When you first bring it home it's a PET.

Very soon he or she becomes FAMILY.

My sincerest sympathies on this sad time for you and family.

My pets are my children and I treat them as such. To lose one would be unbearable, unthinkable. I know that day is coming and it saddens me to no end. I try to enjoy every minute I can with them before that dreaded day comes for when it does my smile will no longer be.

I can only image the sorrow/pain you are experiencing now :cry: They are not pets....they are family.

I never would have believed a man would cry over loosing a dog, but I did, twice and that's enough for me. Even now as I prepare my food at the sink, I still look down to the right where my dog would sit patiencently waiting for a carrot, the bond between man and dog is something to be believed, just how this comes about is a mystery to me.

Sad news, but the correct decision. You could rush out and get a puppy, but nothing can replace Moo, and nor should it - but in time there may be space for another. Cherish your family memories together to help you all.

I have been suffering with a touch of hayfever this week, but not today, so I have no excuse. Hurry up in that toilet, Jim!

Edit - I've just remembered that my little girl (nearly 3) says 'the onion's poking me in the eye' when she's in the kitchen and we're chopping onions. This thread has more pokes than Facebook.