Just a short disclaimer, I'm just sort of writing this for the sake of writing about it. Not really trying to prove a point here, so forgive me if this topic seems pointless.
10 years ago my family and I bought a dog named Ruby from the animal shelter. Her previous owners had been abusive, and she was found lying on the side of the road. The lady who found her nursed her back to health against (seemingly) all odds, and gave her to the shelter that we got her from. She was about a year old.
When we first got her she was so timid only my mother could go near her without her cowering. Slowly but surely she got used to us. After about 2 years (give or take), she trusted us. She was part of the family. She was the friendliest dog I've ever met, as well as the first dog I've ever had. We had come close to losing her, while my dad was out in the country and she got scared of his bow. We found her the next day in the snow, caught in one of his bobcat traps, totally unharmed. I have no idea how.
About two days ago she seemed more tired than usual. Old age had given her a grey muzzle and some aches in her joints, but this was different. She was prone to tonsillitis, so we gave her medicine. For a while she seemed to perk back up.
The next morning my mother woke me up and told me that she was going to take her to the vet. Her stomach was swollen and she was having trouble eating. At this point, I'll admit I had a gut feeling something bad was going to happen.
Later that day I got a call. The vet said she had a tumor in her spleen, and internal bleeding was inevitable. Surgery was possible to remove it, but she wouldn't be the same dog and it was possible once they opened her up they would find it spread all across her body, resulting in them putting her down. I was told they were going to put her down.
I guess what I'm getting at here with this long story is that to those who have lost something in your lives; I think I understand your pain, if only a small portion of it. I don't wish it on anybody.
R.I.P. Ruby. I'll miss you buddy.
10 years ago my family and I bought a dog named Ruby from the animal shelter. Her previous owners had been abusive, and she was found lying on the side of the road. The lady who found her nursed her back to health against (seemingly) all odds, and gave her to the shelter that we got her from. She was about a year old.
When we first got her she was so timid only my mother could go near her without her cowering. Slowly but surely she got used to us. After about 2 years (give or take), she trusted us. She was part of the family. She was the friendliest dog I've ever met, as well as the first dog I've ever had. We had come close to losing her, while my dad was out in the country and she got scared of his bow. We found her the next day in the snow, caught in one of his bobcat traps, totally unharmed. I have no idea how.
About two days ago she seemed more tired than usual. Old age had given her a grey muzzle and some aches in her joints, but this was different. She was prone to tonsillitis, so we gave her medicine. For a while she seemed to perk back up.
The next morning my mother woke me up and told me that she was going to take her to the vet. Her stomach was swollen and she was having trouble eating. At this point, I'll admit I had a gut feeling something bad was going to happen.
Later that day I got a call. The vet said she had a tumor in her spleen, and internal bleeding was inevitable. Surgery was possible to remove it, but she wouldn't be the same dog and it was possible once they opened her up they would find it spread all across her body, resulting in them putting her down. I was told they were going to put her down.
I guess what I'm getting at here with this long story is that to those who have lost something in your lives; I think I understand your pain, if only a small portion of it. I don't wish it on anybody.
R.I.P. Ruby. I'll miss you buddy.