OT: I'm so sad today
Last night we lost our dog Troy. He was fine in the morning. He ate, went out, had his cookie. Chris played ball with him. Playing ball is his favorite.
Then me and Chris went out for a couple of hours. When we got back, he was quiet (not like Troy at all, he's a barker). He laid down in the dining room. I fed him, but he wouldn't eat. We knew something was wrong, but didn't think anything serious. Chris noticed that he was having trouble standing up, so we though his hind legs or hips were bothering him. He moved slightly to different spots to get comfortable. Made his way into the bathroom. Chris went to the bathroom, was petting him and seeing if he felt warm. 20 minutes later, we went in to see how he was doing, and he was gone. That's it. He passed quietly. No cry, no yelp.
It was so unexpected and so friggin' sad.
Rachelle
Rachelle,
I'm so sorry to hear about Troy. I am a huge fan of dogs and I just think it's so unfair they have a shorter lifespan than humans! They are heart breakers every time without fail. I think they're too good to stay here with us in this mess for long, but they love so much the time they're here!
I always pass along an author to people mourning dogs. Reading his books have helped me really understand dogs and help me when I'm greiving one. His name is Jon Katz. Some of his better known books are A GOOD DOG and A DOG YEAR. He's amazing with dogs.
Again, so sorry about your loss. You're not alone!
Ken
Thank you....all of you. This is the first time I am going through something like this with a pet. We didn't have animals when we were young. My mom couldn't understand why we actually liked having a dog.
Troy was the ultimate dyke dog. Big, 100 lb. black German Shepard. We rescued him from a junkyard where he was abandoned when he was 3 months old. The moment we brought him home, he layed right on my feet. He knew who the softy of the family was going to be. He loved to ride in the car or the pickup truck. He looked scary as all hell....mostly black with amber colored eyes. That son-of-***** looked like the devil. But he was such a mama's boy. He knew he could smooze me into anything. But now, the silence is deafening. No bark to greet me when I come home from work, no talking to me at 5:30 am to tell me it was time for him to eat.
I will definitely check out those books, Ken. It is so nice to have your support.
Rachelle