Today, I had to take one of our dogs to the vet. Yesterday, my neighbour took our dogs to the beach and they were running along (our 2 and her 2) and one of ours (the younger one, 1 is 6 the other is 10) fell in a sting-ray hole and then he was unable to walk. Today we took him to the vet as it was no better and he had torn his cruterious ligament (or whatever it is in the knee).
While we were there an emergency came in. A little dog had come in was bleeding out its nose (ie tell-tale sign of rat poison poisoning) and basically by the time the vet got out (he was in with us when it came in and there is only one vet) it had passed away. The little kid (wouldn't have been more than 4 or so although my dad reckons he would have been 6 or 7) had no idea what was going on and the mother was crying. It was so sad.
It reminded me of when we lost our other dog. We had let our dogs out of the dog yard one afternoon and they went running off one day (like they always did) and one of them came back and the other one didn't. So I went looking for him. I found him he had been hit by a cane truck in cane season. He was still alive when I found him (only just) but when we got him to the vet (about a 10 minute drive away) he had died. It was so sad. He had broken the top part of his leg and the vet said that even if it had happened right outside of the vet's surgery there was nothing that he could have done for him. Apparently when they break that part of the leg they basically bleed to death.
I really felt sorry for the family but I didn't know what to do. I also felt sorry for the kid. I was 12 when we lost our other dog, and both my sister and I had a day off school the day after he died we were that upset.
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I'm so sorry to hear that I had a similar incident with my hamsters, my original one gave birth 4 days after I got her to 4 albinos and 1 identical to herself which I kept and gave the albinos away. After a year of love and excitement, the daughter passed away one night after 2 months of getting blinder by the day, 2 days later I found the mother in her cage with a broken back, unable to walk and was struggling to breathe, plus a cancerous groath under her leg. Just to put her out of her misery, I had to bury her half dying But your story is very touching
Brought a few tears to the eyes RIP to your dog(?)
IrisH - LoonY
Yeah, our old dog died 6 years ago that is why we got our new one. The one that has done the ligament in his knee, is fairly good, the vet reckons it will take 2-3 months to heal and if it's not better by then he may have to operate. Apparently with the hip when they do the ligaments in that -they dislocate it (due to the fact that there is only one) but with the knee it doesn't dislocate (due to the fact there is 13 and when you only do one of them) it doesn't dislocate.
The other family had a little dog (Dad thinks it was a ######zu or something). I know what it is like to have little dogs (we have 2 chihuahuas).
Our 10 year old chihuahua is going blind and deaf and that is because her tear duct doesn't produce tears properly, but it's difficult to know what to do as they aren't predicted to live past 10.
The funny thing about our dogs and those of our great-aunts is that we have 4 Chihuahuas, 1 Chihuahua cross Maltese, and a dingo cross something and all but one of the Chihuahuas and the dingo cross are related. 2 Of the Chihuahuas are sisters (our 10 year old and her sister), and our 10 year olds sister is the mother of our 6 year old, and then the chihuahua cross Maltese is the granddaughter of our 10 year olds sister (our 6 year old's half brother's daughter). Strange hey!.
Hopefully our 6 year old doesn't need to have an operation to repair the ligament, but the vet said it is a 50/50 chance that he will need one, and the likelihood is if they do the ligament in one knee they are likely to do one in the other leg as well. But it is a good excuse to take him for more walks on the beach. The vet reckons that making him walk on it will help and getting him to swim will help too (bad part is, he hates water!) so that could be interesting.
The other family had a little dog (Dad thinks it was a ######zu or something). I know what it is like to have little dogs (we have 2 chihuahuas).
Our 10 year old chihuahua is going blind and deaf and that is because her tear duct doesn't produce tears properly, but it's difficult to know what to do as they aren't predicted to live past 10.
The funny thing about our dogs and those of our great-aunts is that we have 4 Chihuahuas, 1 Chihuahua cross Maltese, and a dingo cross something and all but one of the Chihuahuas and the dingo cross are related. 2 Of the Chihuahuas are sisters (our 10 year old and her sister), and our 10 year olds sister is the mother of our 6 year old, and then the chihuahua cross Maltese is the granddaughter of our 10 year olds sister (our 6 year old's half brother's daughter). Strange hey!.
Hopefully our 6 year old doesn't need to have an operation to repair the ligament, but the vet said it is a 50/50 chance that he will need one, and the likelihood is if they do the ligament in one knee they are likely to do one in the other leg as well. But it is a good excuse to take him for more walks on the beach. The vet reckons that making him walk on it will help and getting him to swim will help too (bad part is, he hates water!) so that could be interesting.
Losing animals is extremely sad - I lost 2 elderly dogs within 4 months of each other - last Christmas, then Easter. Fortunately the real chocolate dog had arrived just before I lost dog no. 1 (black dog) otherwise I would have probably lost dog no.2 (yellow dog) within a few days as the 2 were inseparable. (Wasn't planned like that, the timing just happened like that - amazing really!) Chocolate dog gave yellow dog a completely new lease of life! But it was very hard losing them all the same. I still 'see' them from time to time when I'm walking chocolate dog round the same walks I did with the previous 2 - very strong mental images in certain places where they always used to behave in certain way, e.g. the short cut they used to take to catch me up, or the bank where they used to run along the top instead of following the path down, and from time to time I can almost see black dog peeping round the door to see where I am.
IL - I hope that hamster wasn't alive when you buried her!!!
IL - I hope that hamster wasn't alive when you buried her!!!
We too lost 2 dogs in the space of months. Hector the pointer pup was only a few months old when our springer (who was very old) started having fits and suffering from dementia....so we reluctantly had to have him put to sleep. Then when Hector was just a year old he too died, due to a growth on his spine. That was so unfair. At least Monty had had a long and happy life but Hector's had hardly begun, and he was in so much pain for the last two weeks.
We lasted two weeks with no dog and then of course Archie came to live with us. We didn't know until the day we collected him and received the paperwork from his breeder that he is actually Hector's nephew. His dad is Hector's older brother. How wierd is that! And he is such a different character to Hector he has never been in any way a replacement. Hector was so gentle, and Arch is a real bruiser!
Unfortunately when Archie is in one of his most "Archievous" moods he gets reminded that "Uncle Hex" would never have done that.
We lasted two weeks with no dog and then of course Archie came to live with us. We didn't know until the day we collected him and received the paperwork from his breeder that he is actually Hector's nephew. His dad is Hector's older brother. How wierd is that! And he is such a different character to Hector he has never been in any way a replacement. Hector was so gentle, and Arch is a real bruiser!
Unfortunately when Archie is in one of his most "Archievous" moods he gets reminded that "Uncle Hex" would never have done that.
Last year we lost three young cats all 1 year old sisters in the space of three months. After the last one had gone, our lovely neighbour said to us "well I hope you dont lose any more or you'll be running out of room in the garden to bury them!" Such a lovely thoughtful lady!!!
On a brighter note we're currently fostering a 2 year old bouncy black labrador for 3 months while his owners go away to Australia (3 month holiday! wow!), we brought him home today for the first time with amsuing results...
I am now sat here in my bedroom typing this post with our Cocker Spaniel and tabby cat who are both taking refuge from their new 'friend' in my room! The look on their faces when we brought the labrador home was one of absolute horror! Needless to say I think it'll be a while before they come out from their hiding place under the bed!
On a brighter note we're currently fostering a 2 year old bouncy black labrador for 3 months while his owners go away to Australia (3 month holiday! wow!), we brought him home today for the first time with amsuing results...
I am now sat here in my bedroom typing this post with our Cocker Spaniel and tabby cat who are both taking refuge from their new 'friend' in my room! The look on their faces when we brought the labrador home was one of absolute horror! Needless to say I think it'll be a while before they come out from their hiding place under the bed!
Thats horrible! Poor people!
I have never had a dog, but my cat drank some form of acid and got sores all over her mouth. Because of this she would not eat. we had her put down or she would have starved to death no matter what we did.
Poor people!I have never had a dog, but my cat drank some form of acid and got sores all over her mouth. Because of this she would not eat. we had her put down or she would have starved to death no matter what we did.
I still 'see' them from time to time when I'm walking chocolate dog round the same walks I did with the previous 2 - very strong mental images in certain places where they always used to behave in certain way, e.g. the short cut they used to take to catch me up, or the bank where they used to run along the top instead of following the path down, and from time to time I can almost see black dog peeping round the door to see where I am.
Our first cat was 12 when we were sent to Tokyo for 4 years, and much as we 'd have liked to have him with us, I couldn't face the thought of putting him through quarantine at the age of 16. So he stayed with my husband's parents in the country and had a great old time I guess exploring around fields rather than our suburban back garden.
The day we finally came home again after 4 and a half years away, I was in an upstairs room putting things away when out of the corner of my eye I "saw" Sam race up the garden the way he always did. I turned to look out the window and then reminded myself that he was still with mum and dad, a couple of hours' journey away.
A few hours later dad phoned to let us know that Sam had died at the vet's three days earlier
Our first cat was 12 when we were sent to Tokyo for 4 years, and much as we 'd have liked to have him with us, I couldn't face the thought of putting him through quarantine at the age of 16. So he stayed with my husband's parents in the country and had a great old time I guess exploring around fields rather than our suburban back garden.
The day we finally came home again after 4 and a half years away, I was in an upstairs room putting things away when out of the corner of my eye I "saw" Sam race up the garden the way he always did. I turned to look out the window and then reminded myself that he was still with mum and dad, a couple of hours' journey away.
A few hours later dad phoned to let us know that Sam had died at the vet's three days earlier
I thought this would be a good time to update those of you who followed our cat Dusty's last few days on the Forums in October.
We had thought about getting a tom kitten earlier this year, but for various reasons (including getting the dog's medical problems sorted out) the idea had gone on hold. So we were already geared up to some extent to get a kitten.
Husband and I visited the RSPCA centre a few weeks ago, and found they had a pair of tom kittens who had already been rehomed once and rejected for being too boisterous.
They were being released for adoption the next day. In practice, this meant arriving at 8 am on a Saturday morning, registering our interest, and sitting in the car park until 11.30 when the cattery opened. Having jumped through these hoops, we were then told to expect a home visit in a few days, and we waited...and waited...
Eventually the home visitor rang and said the fax from the centre had got lost, so she'd only just heard about us. She came round and did the visit in about 5 minutes flat (and I'd been dreading it for days ).
So we've had Ozzy (ginger tom) and Joey (black tom) for a couple of weeks now. Because they were hand fed from four weeks when their mother abandoned them, they're a real menace when it comes to food. They appear to eat anything.
We have to feed them in the utility room and then shut them in while we eat. But otherwise they are delightful.
Our main problem is persuading the dog he's not a kitten too, and can't join in their play-fighting becuse he's too big. On the first full day we had them, I walked into the room to find a cat on one chair, a cat on another chair and the dog sitting in the flimsiest chair of the lot with an expression on his face that said, 'Look at me. I'm a cute kitten too.'
I'll try and upload a pic some time so the kitten lovers can go 'Awwww'.
We had thought about getting a tom kitten earlier this year, but for various reasons (including getting the dog's medical problems sorted out) the idea had gone on hold. So we were already geared up to some extent to get a kitten.
Husband and I visited the RSPCA centre a few weeks ago, and found they had a pair of tom kittens who had already been rehomed once and rejected for being too boisterous.
They were being released for adoption the next day. In practice, this meant arriving at 8 am on a Saturday morning, registering our interest, and sitting in the car park until 11.30 when the cattery opened. Having jumped through these hoops, we were then told to expect a home visit in a few days, and we waited...and waited...Eventually the home visitor rang and said the fax from the centre had got lost, so she'd only just heard about us. She came round and did the visit in about 5 minutes flat (and I'd been dreading it for days
).So we've had Ozzy (ginger tom) and Joey (black tom) for a couple of weeks now. Because they were hand fed from four weeks when their mother abandoned them, they're a real menace when it comes to food. They appear to eat anything.
We have to feed them in the utility room and then shut them in while we eat. But otherwise they are delightful. Our main problem is persuading the dog he's not a kitten too, and can't join in their play-fighting becuse he's too big. On the first full day we had them, I walked into the room to find a cat on one chair, a cat on another chair and the dog sitting in the flimsiest chair of the lot with an expression on his face that said, 'Look at me. I'm a cute kitten too.'
I'll try and upload a pic some time so the kitten lovers can go 'Awwww'.
I hate it when pets die, it just leaves a big hollow. Our poor rabbit died a few weeks ago from myxamatosis. Dogs and cats are the most upsetting though because you can get so attached to them.
Dogs and cats are the most upsetting though because you can get so attached to them.
When I Was 5 or 6 Our Great Dane Dana Died Cause Her Stomach Turned In Side Out....
i remember she was great dog we use to play everyday i use to ride on her back and once i feel asleep out the back (it was night) and she had dragged me into her cannel to keep me warm...I Love Dana.....
i remember she was great dog we use to play everyday i use to ride on her back and once i feel asleep out the back (it was night) and she had dragged me into her cannel to keep me warm...I Love Dana.....
It was so sad when my budgie died (even though you don't get anywhere as attached a budgie as a cat (or dog?) but it was MY petas opposed to a family pet), it was caught by one of the cats, then died at the vets . I was so annoyed with Chloe (our cat) ofr the next few weeks, shes always killing/catching things, then leaving them in my room ... really sad, and sometimes disgusting.
. I was so annoyed with Chloe (our cat) ofr the next few weeks, shes always killing/catching things, then leaving them in my room ... really sad, and sometimes disgusting.
Anyone who says "why are you so upset it's just a pet" hasn't ever lost one - sure, it's nothing like losing a person but it still hurts!
Our first cat was a thick-as-short-planks ginger tom called Qwerty. My other half gave him to me for Christmas. I'd wanted a cat for years but my dad didn't like 'em so it was no go. But the boy got in cahoots with my Mum, so Qwerty was allowed in... He lasted two years before getting run over. We decided we couldn't go back to being a catless house, so next day went to the SPCA and found a little black bundle of trouble that we called Finlo. Who should get home from work early eager to meet "the new arrival" but my dad...
He never admitted to being a cat person. He was strictly a fan of "qwerts" in the first place, and when we lost Qwerty, Finlo wasn't a cat, he was the "qwerty-dhoo" - which is Manx for a black Qwerty!
Anyway, Finlo and my Dad were boon companions till my Dad died in September. Finlo now gets the study chair to himself without a fight in the morning.
Our first cat was a thick-as-short-planks ginger tom called Qwerty. My other half gave him to me for Christmas. I'd wanted a cat for years but my dad didn't like 'em so it was no go. But the boy got in cahoots with my Mum, so Qwerty was allowed in... He lasted two years before getting run over. We decided we couldn't go back to being a catless house, so next day went to the SPCA and found a little black bundle of trouble that we called Finlo. Who should get home from work early eager to meet "the new arrival" but my dad...
He never admitted to being a cat person. He was strictly a fan of "qwerts" in the first place, and when we lost Qwerty, Finlo wasn't a cat, he was the "qwerty-dhoo" - which is Manx for a black Qwerty!
Anyway, Finlo and my Dad were boon companions till my Dad died in September. Finlo now gets the study chair to himself without a fight in the morning.
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