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Originally Posted by AVGWarhawk
It is a very hard decision. My wife stated 9 weeks ago, "Are we doing this for her or we doing this for us?" Meaning at the time she was diagosed with mast cells gone wild was she in any pain at that time and are we hanging on for us. At that time she was oxgenating very well. Pink gums and tongue. Still had spunk in her step. The predisone worked miracles. The cough stopped. Her allergy that made her lick her feet constantly was completely eliminated. She was finally comforable from the incessent licking of her feet. In hindsight it was a good decision to use the pills and provide her 6 weeks of good times and good eats. At 9 weeks in a matter of 2 days she had grown a mast cell in her mouth. Very large. Her breathing labored. It was every indication that life for her was getting unpleasant. The decision was easy at that point. Either way we has humans want to hang on. When she went limp in my arms after administering the desired amount I knew she was finally free. I felt much relief but still very down and miss her much.
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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..