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What do you remember most about ur dogs death?
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him laying on his back on the vet table kicking and growling and barking at nothing until he died. he was a big dog it was horrible. why do you ask these questions? a pets death is very painful. just reading the question made the whole thing run through my head. it made me want to cry and made me feel sick.
 
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| I always remember all the fun! dogs r awsum. 
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Like when I would play catch with Buttercup. Good times.
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crying in the livingroom while my mom tooks her (my dog Bear) to the the vet and the last few weeks.
I luv biscuit.
This is biscuits_buddy, signing off!
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it was horrible. i really miss her
I luv biscuit.
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I remember the walks in the woods.
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My Dalmation of 10 years passed away a few days shy of her 10th b-day. She was the runt of the litter and didn't get very big like a full grown one. I remember her final night and next day. My Dad described this day to me when I wasn't present. It was early October, and the air had a nice coolness to it like it does in the middle of Autumn. My Dad went into the backyard to sit on the swing and have his cigar. My dog usaully got up and went to lay underneath him under the swing, but this time she has barely gotten up from her other usual spot by the back door. Slowly she went over to the swing and he knew she couldn't crawl under it, and he said she sighed and sat next to it and slumped to the ground. I has seen her the night before and she was laying in the garage where I usaully parked my car at night. I was pulling the driveway the night before, and I saw her in my spot and as I pulled in closer to the inside of the garage, I thought I was going to run over her because she didn't get up. I beeped the horn, and she still didn't move! She just stared at me like a deer in the headlights! I got out of my car, slammed the door, and she still sat there, and I saw her, and she looked really bad. Wow I thought. She really has gone downhill today. I vividly remember her looking like the Hunchback of Notre Dame sitting there all hunched over, and barely glancing up at me in the headlights. I bent over and slid my hands to pick her up to move her and suddenly she scrambled out of the garage towards the backyard like she said, "ok! ok!" "I'm going!" The next day in the afternoon as this story started, as my dad got up to head back inside the house, she got up slowly and followed. He opened the door for her to give her the option to come inside, but she just stared blankly at him and looked at the ground like stepping up to go inside was a huge obstacle, and a lot of effort to do. So he shut the door. He looked at her through the window for a moment, and as he described to me, she sat there and started to shake convulsively as if having a seizure. Then she collapsed to the ground shaking violently. He called to me upstairs. "Jessica, come quick!" " I think Crystals dying!" I ran as fast as I could down the stairs almost falling down the last 5 steps. I ran to the backdoor which was wide open, and he was already at her side holding her to keep her from injuring herself, as she lay there. The shaking slowed down after a few minutes, and finally stopped, and then her eyes got wide and glazed over. I immediately touched her, and felt for a heartbeat, and after 2 beats, it stopped. I said to my dad, "she is gone." We looked at each other, and said we were glad we were there when she passes away. It would have been a shame to find her later. He also told me to go get a shovel, because it was only proper to bury her in her favorite spot to dig in since she was a puppy. Behind the garage underneath my dads old trailer. I got the shovel, and he took it, moved the trailer, and dug a deep, and huge hole. I shed many tears as he dug the hole. My dad sweated even though it was cool outside. And he cried a little too as he went to get her lifeless body. He told me he body was already getting stiff, and we needed to put her in the hole. I called my mom who was at work, and she called my little brother who was at school. They said to go ahead and bury her without them, because it would be a while before either of them could make it home. So we got her body and together we lifted her into her final resting place. Before my dad covered her, he positioned her legs in a more natural position out of respect. And then he stated to cover her up. We said a few words as he was covering her. We even laughed at the thought of telling her a while back that she was going to dig her own grave! She was so obsessed with digging, and as a puppy we caught her digging under that trailer, and after repeated offenses, we decided to let her dig there. She dug when my dad was out of town or when I was away at school. But if my Mom or Brother was gone she didn't care. We think we were her favorite people, and especially because I spoiled her so much, as I continue to do today with my two Girls. When my Mom got home she was crying because she wasn't there when it happened, and I told her how she died, and she was peacefully resting when she did. My Brother was sad too, but he said he didn't feel as sad. He said he felt like a big release had been lifted. I felt that way after a few months too, and so did the rest of my family. We would be eating dinner at night, and the back door would swing open, and my dad would say "Oh, Crystal here." Or "Oh, its just Crystal." She had usaully joined us for dinner nearby on her blanket we laid out for her since the colder months of last year were so hard on her frail older body. We were ready this year, but now we didn't have to be. It was a routine for us though. This often happens when you have had a responsibility for so long, its like clock work to do it. Then there is this void or empty space for so long called grieving. After this has passed and when you can think about happy time with your pet, and no longer feel like it was your fault he\she died, and it was just their time, then you can think about getting another dog if you want to. Otherwise I have heard of people wanting to go out right away, and then try and replace the one they lost, which just doesn't work. You have to move on and start over.
~Jessica   ~Akilah the Female Livernosed Rhodesian Ridgeback  (A Swahili Name theat means Intellegent\One Who Reasons) ~Nanji the Male Black Masked Rhodesian Ridgeback  (Means He Will Protect Us and Keep Us Safe) "Once you have owned a Rhodesian Ridgeback
you will never be satisfied with anything less."–Major T.C. Hawley
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| I rember the good times like Ole mushing me and running in the woods and the great fun he had at the river and his fur and how I could burry my head in is fur and not gag because he was a husky so he had not doggie oder. The saddest thing when he died was him laying there all stiff and all I did was cry and also he love to mouth gloves so when he was burryed my dad layed a pare of leather glove by his head along with all his dog toys he was a much loved dog. I miss him everyday he will forever be in my heart.
 Mutt Luv And the gang "He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog.
You are his life, his love, his leader.
He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart.
You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion."
~Author Unknown~ Nothing is ever as hard as the thought of having to do it.
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