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[taerowyn]

Our puppy is on her last legs. OK, so 17 means she's very far from being a puppy, but she's always been a puppy, small and hyper and very misbehaved, but loved. Always loved.

I don't know who is taking it worse, Mom or Dad. She's always kind of been Mom's dog, but she is very firmly set in "don't want her to suffer, we'll know when it's time." Dad...I don't know, she had a siezure yesterday and Mom started talking seriously about contacting the vet and I swear Dad's face started to crumple up like a five-year-olds. Just, "No, not yet." He's been going on a lot of business trips. I don't know what will be worse, if he's here when we have to do it or if he's not.

It's hard. I mean, she's SweetPea. I can barely remember life without her, although I do have strong memories of the day we got her. You know what, screw lengthening the lives of humans, they're long enough, I say we work on the lives of pets.

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pets and death

[corva.livejournal.com]

It is so difficult and painfilled to let some one dear to us go. So much more so when you are the one making the choice.
How far gone is she. Does she still eat and play?
When it is time is it a blessing. It is a gift that it is a shame that people can't have.

I faced this only once in my life. I had a very elderly cat, TJ, that had reached the end of her rope. She was very thin and would eat only tiny amounts of the bribe food we tempted her with. She could not walk well and the stairs were way beyond her. We would carry her up to bed at night. The last day of her life she couldn't stand. I thought, I'll just give her one day to see if she turns around at all. If not, it is time for her to pass on.

That late that morning I went to check in on her. She was sleeping under the sink where it was warm and dark, soft in towels. T looked up and me and mewed. I lifted her and these was so little to her. I sat and petted her, knowing it was time. She looked up and me and stopped breathing. The life left her and her eyes somehow dulled. She was even lighter still.

I had made up my mind but was spared the act.

Luck and strength to you and your family. You were/are blessed with a friend.

[eeyorekdm.livejournal.com]

Poor Sweatpea, I'm so sorry to hear that she's not doing so well. Like I said before, you'll know when the time is right. It still won't be an easy decision. If you need to talk or anything, you know where I am. Give my best to your parents too.

[schwa242.livejournal.com]

Two days ago mom told me that Sweet Pea wasn't doing so well and yesterday I woke up crying about her.

-- Schwa ---

[skunk237.livejournal.com]

i miss her.