I don't think you've been insensitive in the least. In fact, I appreciate the support and sympathy, and I'm sure Crown does as well. So for that, thank you to all! I put away some remaining things and explained to our sons, "We're not trying to make him go away, we're trying to make his going away a little easier." To be honest, last night I felt foolish and weak ( despite logically knowing better ), but as my wife pointed out, I was the one who spent the most time with Cooper, from the pre-dawn hours to bed, he was often by my side. When I went out of town, he'd stand by the window and look for me. Thankfully, I'm far more functional and pulled together than I was yesterday and even last night. My wife has been there for me and grieving as well. I woke up around 1:30 and she'd been crying. We know we're not remotely unique in this, by the way. It's not even our first time. It's just so unexpected and shocking. So again, I appreciate all of you guys letting me vent here. Oh it will. To add some levity, I once again have to learn to pick up the food I drop on the floor.
Today marks a month without my boy. I'm sending a donation to the shelter we got him from and asking them to buy all of the dogs a treat for us. If you have a dog, please give them some peanut butter ( Cooper's favorite ) or something yummy to them today for me.
Gotta love it when the snow melts and you can find shit that has been buried away for a while. Snow Melt is the real Dog's Christmas, I think.
Got my daughter a Betta fish for her birthday. Today we added 8 neon tetras to the tank. Now there are 4 tetra...
Yes! She’s a bengal. Our last cat was a bengal and she passed back in September. We felt it was time for another one.
On the deck with a bottle of wine and a wet dog after a long and full week. She’s really starting to smell like a dog today. Fun times!
Fucking hell. My dog’s latest hobby is eating one of my garden sheds. Apparently she caught one of the bumblebees that was flying out through the knothole, and it’s her new favourite snack. It’s slowly becoming a structural issue, despite my failed efforts to get her to stop. Next step is dousing it in hot sauce or bitters.
She has lost 20kg's in 2 years, 2kg's since February. She is just starting to lose control of her bladder, she has peed in the house once. Her back legs are getting fairly week. She is tripping lots, fell down the stairs a couple of time, fell on walks a couple of times. She is refusing to go for walks with the wife. We have an appointment tomorrow at 3.30. She has had almost a 17 year run, really good for a husky/lab cross. This is hard for me, because i am her human she doesn't show me any of her pain, she will always go for walks with me, she doesn't trip when i walk her.
Zoe is loving the time away. The dog beaches are absolutely empty so she can run for miles. And after you run for miles, you need to nap for hours.
We lost Gus yesterday. He was hit with GDV and we euthanized him. He was so big and his coat was so thick that we didn't notice his bloated belly that morning. He got out of his bed in the morning and went out normally. He didn't come back in, which isn't abnormal, as he likes to lay on the porch in cooler weather. Him not coming in would be abnormal if it was hot. I had to help him up and back inside a couple of hours later, and with all movement from that point on. He was almost 9, and his mobility had dropped off a ton in the last year, but he only ever really needed help getting up in things, like the truck or pontoon. He had slowed down, a lot.
This sweet thing, her name is Bree, went to heaven last night. She was a couple months over 17 years old and other than her yearly vet check and being spade as a puppy she was never at the vet for anything else. She had a great run that probably should have ended a couple months ago but when you live with her daily, you don't really see all the issues until you get a chance to reflect on them. We have 2 kids away at college and haven't told them yet as they were both at Super Bowl parties when my wife and I finally said that god damn word that neither of us really wanted to say. She had been bleeding from the mouth periodically for a couple days and yesterday afternoon it started to get bad so the call was made. I hate to admit it, but I slept pretty fucking good last night as it was quiet in the house. Bree's nails no matter how often trimmed clicked on our wood floors and she was a pacer especially at night and really bad in the last year. She liked to spend time outside at night but for like 20 minutes at a time every like 90 minutes so constantly getting up at night to let her in and out. I have no idea how people that work at a 24 hour emergency vet function without drugs or alcohol in their system all the time.
I have been thinking about visiting the shelter. I've already scoured their online listings. Idk what I'm doing. I don't feel ready, really, but it seems like we need another little spirit in the house. Piggy is an old lady now, I guess, and my kiddo talks about wanting a small cute dog. Piggy would love to snuggle with a little friend. Again, idk. I just cry at the shelter so how the fuck are we going to pick out a new friend?