This is the worst day of my life...

...just got back from the vet's, where I had to put my six-year old Beagle, named Febo, down.

He was diagnosed with acute pancreatitus yesterday. We decided to leave him for overnight treatments. Today I got the call from the vet that even with the 24 hours worth of treatments, he was getting worse, and that I had to go into the office. I was shown his xrays, and on top of the pancreatitus, he had a enormous, cancerous growth on his liver, as well as early arthritis forming in his spine.

I got to take him for one final walk, and I could see the pain he was in. His little eyes looked at me as if to say "Please, end my suffering", so I did what I had to do.

My heart aches like never before. I've been crying for hours, and even now, I can't contain my sadness.

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Sorry to hear that man, I imagine I'll be distraught when my cat of thirteen years finally goes.

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damn man

my deepest sympathy to you

I know how you feel, a couple years back we had to put to sleep my dog that i had since i was 4 and she was 18 years old
by far one of the hardest things I had to do

and i know theres nothing anyone can say right now to help you

just know you have my sympathy

Sorry to hear it bro, like the others you have my condolences.

I have the utmost respect for anyone that gives a pet a loving home, and even though it sucks you had to put him down, rememeber you gave your pet a good life.

this is one of the reasons why i don't wanna have a pet. you have my condolences, spike.

You have my complete sympathies, Spike. I will be a wreck when it comes time for me to put either of my two dogs to sleep.

A couple months back, my shepherd mix Sparky wouldn't eat or drink. Then she starting spraying blood out of her ass. Of course I rushed her to the vet. Xrays showed some kind of obstruction in her stomach, but nothing further could be determined right away, so I left her overnight.

That night was one of the worst and longest of my life.

Luckily she got better. The blockage turned out to be a hunk of a rawhide chew that she'd swallowed, and it broke up after a few hours of treatment.

Still, I got a taste of what it would be like to lose her. The worst part with pets is you can't really tell them what's happening, nor can they really tell you what's wrong - although you can tell a lot from their expression.

That part about Febo's last walk really got to me. :( I don't know what else I can say to help, except he's now painless.

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Originally Posted by Nash

this is one of the reasons why i don't wanna have a pet. you have my condolences, spike.

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My mom always says the same thing when she talks about her dog dying.

"I'll never get another dog after my baby-dog dies"

I mean, it totally sucks to have a loved pet pass away, but what you have to focus on is the great life you gave your pet, and all the other animals that need homes. Not getting a pet because you're afraid of getting hurt when it dies is kinda selfish imo, when you consider all the pets in shelters that need homes.

Just my opinion of course.

I remember being so scared when Rocky (the cat I've had for thirteen years) started acting weird a couple of years ago, just out of the blue he started avoiding me, and would growl at me if I tried to pet him. Then, he began to hide around the house, which scared me, as I remember reading about cats who would go off to hide and die. Thankfully, I was able to catch him with the help of my mom, and we took him to the vet, who found the problem. Apparantly, he had an infection, which cleared up with some medicine. We were so thankful that it was just an infection, although at his age, it could have easily done him in. We already have one cat with cancer (Gracie), and she's still going, somehow. Ah, I love Rocky, such a perfect cat, so sweet. Does nothing but purr and be the best cat ever. He's taken Gracie's daughter under his wing since she was born, which is the cutest thing, as Spud (the daughter) looks like a miniature version of Rocky. To this day Spud looks like she's a newborn, just the cutest little thing. I'll be heartbroken when any of my cats die, they're all just fantastic.

In Rocky's case, we got him from a pound, where he easily could have never been adopted. I'm always amazed when I think about how long he's lived, what he's done, and that he could have just been dead in a week or so due to not being adopted. Gracie was a similar situation, in that my mom picked her up at bingo, where an announcement was made that some cats needed a home, and she picked Gracie out of the cats available. She was skin and bones then, which is kind of ironic, as she is quite huge now. We also adopted another cat (Zenith), who we got in November of 1994. The owner said that he was looking to get rid of her, a beautiful white Persian or Angora cat, and we just loved how she looked, and took her off his hands. Sadly, she died a few years ago, while I was sleeping. Part of me is glad that my last memory of her was a happy one, while another part of me wishes I could have seen her at rest one last time. For my current cats, I hope we can have them just put under, so it'll be painless for them, and we can have them cremated or whatever.

Sorry to hear it man, the worst is when they go too soon. My aunt had to put down one of her Brits when it was only 8. That dog kicked ass too. My "pup" is 4 years old now and even though she can annoy the fuck out of me at times, I still love her to death.

I went into a pet store with some friends a few weeks ago and I don't think I could do it again. It's the fucking worst. They had a wall of puppies (stacked 4 high)in cages where you could look through and see them. God damn I hate that shit. They got tags that say when they were born and I saw a golden retriever that was like 4 months old and I couldn't get the though out of my head that if he didn't find a home soon he probably would never get one. Kennel/pet shop dogs can get really fucked in the head if they are there too long.

Man, I am very sorry to hear that. Its always really hard to loose the pet. My mom's cat of 7 years, died last year, and she was really upset about him.

When our cat, Tiger goes outside for his adventures, dj and I always worry about him. We had to go through the loss of our previous cat, that I had for 3 years, but then had to give him aways, since the landlord of our appartment forced us to do, even though he promised that it was ok to have the cat. We tried to give him to some friends who at first took him in, but then dumped him back to us, so at the end we had to take him to Animal Shelter. It was really sad day, since we loved him alot.