It's just a dog.

[irul&ublo]

I am sorry for you. It is so tough to do, but it's a final kindness.


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[Bobby Stainless]

Condolences. Sounds like the two of you had a wonderful time together.

Good looking dog.

[BigDaddy]

TNKen, It sounds like she was a great dog and you made the most of your sweet time with her. Just know that you're not alone and doing what is best for her.

[booner]

That's tough man...Sorry


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[Bromontana]

Best wishes

[babybear]

sorry that you have to go thru this.
Just know that dogs do understand life better than we do- live life to the fullest, wag when you see people you love and everyone dies
We can prolong life forever now but is that the best way to 'live'? You know your buddy best so go with what you know is best
very sorry for the sadness in your heart right now

[BmillsSkier]

Thoughts and prayers to you and your Molly, Ken. Extremely tough for sure.

[Vt-Freeheel]

Stay strong today.

[skifishbum]

Well, if I can bring myself to do it, tomorrow is Molly's day.

About two weeks ago, I was helping her off the bed and she hurt a leg. Its been a downhill cascade ever since.

I've cried. Best dog I've ever had, and we've had a ton of them over the years. I'm loosing a great friend and companion, and a great fishing buddy.

Please give me the strength to do what I need to do for her.

i can't give strength right now
i'm crying over a dog and mag ive never met.
but ya gots my no better fishin and lifes passions partners vibes and well wishes and are in my thoughts
i <3 that last pic

[skiJ]

TNKen ... my sincere Condolences ... you have the strength --

Thank You for giving me the chance to Remember where this thread got its start. and to include another tribute to our Great companions ...

From time to time, people tell me, "lighten up, it's just a dog," or "That's a lot of money for just a dog."

They don't understand the distance traveled, the time spent, or the costs involved for "just a dog." Some of my proudest moments have come about with "just a dog."

Many hours have passed when my only company was "just a dog", but I did not once feel slighted.

Some of my saddest moments have been brought about by "just a dog," and in those days of darkness, the gentle touch of "just a dog" gave me comfort and reason to overcome the day.

If you, too, think it's "just a dog", then you will probably understand phases like "just a friend", "just a sunrise", or "just a promise".

"Just a dog" brings into my life the very essence of friendship, trust, and pure unbridled joy. "Just a dog" brings out the compassion and patience that make me a better person.

Because of "just a dog" I will rise early, take long walks and look longingly to the future. So for me and folks like me, it's not "just a dog" but an embodiment of all the hopes and dreams of the future, the fond memories of the past, and the pure joy of the moment.

"Just a dog" brings out what's good in me and diverts my thoughts away from myself and the worries of the day. I hope that someday they can understand >that it's not "just a dog" but the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being "just a man."

So the next time you hear the phrase "just a dog," just smile, because they "just don't understand."

and ...


(( spot saved : advice from a dog ))


skiJ

[johnnyg82]

My sisters dog (Jack Russell/Beagle mix) had just past a couple of weeks ago. Him and I were pretty close, he absolutely adored me, and would act all lovey-dovey around me, and he wouldn't do it with anyone else. My sister always said that I was his boyfriend. She got him when he was about a year old, and came with a bunch of tricks that we didn't teach him, like roll-over. He hated when I made him do it, but he would, at the same time he'd give me a "fuck off and give me the treat" look. My sister got him 11 years ago. At one point he had troubles eating, and the vet diagnosed it as a Mega-Esophagus, so he had to eat with his food elevated one a step stool so he wouldn't choke on it.

A couple of weeks ago, she called and told me that for a couple of days he had been in agony, he would whimper with every breath. My mom brought him to the vet while my sister was working, and they did some x-rays and saw that there was a very large obstruction or growth in his bowels (relative to his size of 25lbs). They kept him overnight to see if there was anything they could do.
My girlfriend and I visited the next day, and they had him on morphine and maybe some other opiates to keep him out of pain. When the Gf and I arrived, he perked up once I came into the room, and walked over to me, and gave me his love-eyes, it was good to know he was still a bit coherent. Also, for the first time in three days he pee'd a bit when I arrived. We though at that point things would start looking up.
The vet gave my sister and her husband the plan for what they were going to do. They planned on doing surgery to remove the obstruction and verify that it wasn't cancer. The surgery happened the next day.
He went in for surgery at 3pm, and my sister called almost every hour. I called her at 8pm, and they were still in there. They finally called about 9pm.
The surgery went well, but they removed over a foot of his bowels. They said there would be resorption issues, and it would stay that way for him, and things were looking up some more.
The next morning, he had a bit of a fever, which subsided a few hours later, and then returned in the evening. At that point they noticed that there are leaks around the surgical site, it turned out to be sepsis.The vet said they could do another surgery, but this one would cost almost double the first.
My sister then decided it would be better off for him to be put down so he could run wild and free somewhere else. Losing him is like losing a nephew, which I hope I never have to deal with. Petey was a very good dog.

[iceman]

Ken, and Johnny, hang in there guys. Been there and not looking forward to going back but the day always comes.

Got 3 dogs sleeping within 10 feet of me right now, all of us getting older together. And Hook is outside like always, he only comes in when he has to.

[sb]

vibes and stay strong, she will be with you always

[TNKen]

Met with our vet today. She is coming to the house tomorrow around noon. She and I sat and cried a while. She just lost her pup to lymphoma as well. Cancer sucks.

Have spent the afternoon working from home, Molly has been laying in the yard under a shade tree, overlooking her domain. Neighbor came up and gave her hugs and kisses.

We have had a good day.

[liv2ski]

And ice cream....my fur kids love vanilla ice cream.

[Sicks]

Well isn't she a beauty. I've seen enough pics of her to say she is a special one. Never met her, but I would surely say she was familiar if we had crossed paths- and hug her with her permission. Ken, my heart goes out to you bud. Toast to you for providing a good home for the lovely lady, sorry it is time to sign the final docs. I hope you are someday able to start anew again, and enjoy the same reward while the gettin is good.

[TNKen]

Molly was technically a rescue. The breeder did not know she was deaf, otherwise he would have shot her. He still managed to extract $200 from my daughter.

When Molly came to our house for the first time, we were ready to kill my daughter. Never in our wildest dreams did we think she would turn out to be the dog she was. Lanky, into everything, pretty much uncontrollable. Wife started taking her to obedience classes, and although tough, she learned her hand commands well. She and I learned hand signals, she knew sit, stay, down, come, and the special one, come because I want to play.

She learned her way around on the boat, and enjoyed licking every fish that came on board, or eating the bait fish we used. Occasionally found a hook, and once got a trip to the vet to care for one.

She was always a good sport about everything.

After she got sick, we did our best for her. Pretty much anything she wanted to eat, anywhere she wanted to go, or anything she felt like doing. As the prednisone kicked in to control symptoms, she couldn't handle the heat. A couple of weeks ago, she landed wrong getting out our bed and hurt a leg. That started the cascade of problems. Lack of appetite, pain meds, etc. The lymphoma hit her digestive system hard, and she was passing nearly pure blood. She couldn't get up to go out when she wanted, and we would help her up. Once up, she could manage, until the last couple of days. Throughout all of this, she maintained her continence in the house. She was shy to do her business in front of anyone, and even this morning, struggled to get around the house out of sight.

Last night she slept with me, and put her head on me all night long. I didn't sleep much.

The last couple of days here in East Tennessee have been cool. Yesterday afternoon, I stayed home with her and she laid in the yard watching over everything. She never lost her mental acuity, which I guess hurts the most. I came home early today, and my wife, three daughters and myself put a blanket in the yard and stayed outside with her in the cool fall morning.

Our vet came to the house about noon, and we all sat around her telling stories and rubbing her head. She was tired and weak, and her breathing labored. But she still managed a boxer's wiggle butt when she saw the vet. They became big buddies over the course of her treatment. Dr. Alexander started a catheter in her, Molly stood up and we all hugged and kissed her. Dr. A gave her some narcotics which hit her hard, and a few minutes later it was over. I held her to the end.

We are having her cremated and will probably spread her ashes in our favorite river where we trout fish.

Its been a rough day. I don't feel good, my heart and stomach hurt, and I don't think losing my dad hurt this much.

Yeah, she's just a dog.

[Bobby Stainless]

Something is in my eye.

Being a TN native, I am glad the weather was cool.

[sb]

You have been a great dawg dad.

[liv2ski]

I don't think losing my dad hurt this much.

Yeah, she's just a dog.

Rest in peace little puppy girl. My best wishes to your family and you TNKen. I hope we all get to meet up with our pups again once we check out.

[NoPostholio]

Condolences Ken and family

[Mazderati]

RIP, Molly.

[skiJ]

Molly was technically a rescue. The breeder did not know she was deaf, otherwise he would have shot her. He still managed to extract $200 from my daughter.

When Molly came to our house for the first time, we were ready to kill my daughter. Never in our wildest dreams did we think she would turn out to be the dog she was. Lanky, into everything, pretty much uncontrollable. Wife started taking her to obedience classes, and although tough, she learned her hand commands well. She and I learned hand signals, she knew sit, stay, down, come, and the special one, come because I want to play.

She learned her way around on the boat, and enjoyed licking every fish that came on board, or eating the bait fish we used. Occasionally found a hook, and once got a trip to the vet to care for one.

She was always a good sport about everything.

After she got sick, we did our best for her. Pretty much anything she wanted to eat, anywhere she wanted to go, or anything she felt like doing. As the prednisone kicked in to control symptoms, she couldn't handle the heat. A couple of weeks ago, she landed wrong getting out our bed and hurt a leg. That started the cascade of problems. Lack of appetite, pain meds, etc. The lymphoma hit her digestive system hard, and she was passing nearly pure blood. She couldn't get up to go out when she wanted, and we would help her up. Once up, she could manage, until the last couple of days. Throughout all of this, she maintained her continence in the house. She was shy to do her business in front of anyone, and even this morning, struggled to get around the house out of sight.

Last night she slept with me, and put her head on me all night long. I didn't sleep much.

The last couple of days here in East Tennessee have been cool. Yesterday afternoon, I stayed home with her and she laid in the yard watching over everything. She never lost her mental acuity, which I guess hurts the most. I came home early today, and my wife, three daughters and myself put a blanket in the yard and stayed outside with her in the cool fall morning.

Our vet came to the house about noon, and we all sat around her telling stories and rubbing her head. She was tired and weak, and her breathing labored. But she still managed a boxer's wiggle butt when she saw the vet. They became big buddies over the course of her treatment. Dr. Alexander started a catheter in her, Molly stood up and we all hugged and kissed her. Dr. A gave her some narcotics which hit her hard, and a few minutes later it was over. I held her to the end.

We are having her cremated and will probably spread her ashes in our favorite river where we trout fish.

Its been a rough day. I don't feel good, my heart and stomach hurt, and I don't think losing my dad hurt this much.

Yeah, she's just a dog.

what a Great Tribute To your 'Molly' ... !
Thank You ...

... breath deep. grief can be strong.

my Sincere condolences ... tj

[BigDaddy]

So hard to do, but impossible not to. RIP Molly.

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