Thank you Donna, so much ~I have been thinking about John almost every day since his troubles began, possibly because he is a twin to our Havanese, Butter. Your familiy obviously gave John a wonderful and long life. Then you were there to help him on his journey when he most needed you. This is the last thing we can do for a beloved pet after all the years of unconditional love they offer us. How wonderful that you were there for him at the end of one journey and for his passage. I do believe in the Rainbow Bridge.
When we lost our big Maine coon cat, Cecil two Christmases ago, I was so sad and frightened about the inevitability of that decision. It was a first for both Marty and me. We took care of Cecil for about three months and knew when his time came. Wish that I had known ahead of time how very humane and peaceful this kind of end can be. Our vet came to the house, gave Cecil a shot of Valium and he just went to sleep before the second shot. All very undramatic throughout and I was so happy that we could hold and stroke him until the very end. This is a responsibility we all take on for our pets from the day they come into our lives. And you were right to not try and protect your children from the reality of it all.
My heart goes out to you. We placed Cecil's ashes under our Christmas tree that year, since he left us only a week before. We did the same with our previous cat, George some years prior. I will always remember Cecil going under the tree and sleeping with his head on George's little pine box under the tree. He did this every year. And the funny story was that after George died, Cecil looked everywhere for him and (we think) decided that George had disappeared into the VCR slot. Cecil would paw away at the slot and meow piteously until we opened it up for him to take a sniff! (George used to hide in that cabinet to get away from the more playful Cecil, you see.)
The thing that helped me most after losing Cecil, my constant companion for some 14 years, was making a scrapbook of his life. It included photos from kittenhood up to his last days, locks of beautiful strawberry blonde hair, some pieces from favorite toys, and a print of one of his paws, his collar charms, etc. Not only did it remind me of how vibrant Cecil was for most of his life, but the comparison of early and latest photos reminded me always that we did the right thing for him at the right time. That was very comforting. You are in our thoughts and prayers.
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Beachlover2
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So sorry to hear about John.
Will be thinking about you.
Will be thinking about you.
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how are you doing today Johnrudy?
Smiling JOe
SoWal Expert
Sad news is right. I don't think words will ever express the love and feelings we dog lovers have for our dogs. They just don't do it justice.
I hope you guys are doing well.
I don't think words will ever express the love and feelings we dog lovers have for our dogs. They just don't do it justice. I hope you guys are doing well.
audie
fartblossom
Sad news is right.
I hope you guys are doing well.
this is soooo true sj - my heart still hurts over my dorydog...
Thanks to all of you.
We're still sad in our house but slowly adjusting to John being gone. Rudy still goes over to John's collar that we've left on the counter. He sniffs it, yelps and runs over to one of us. Everytime he goes outside, he turns around and looks back up at us thru the door window and yelps. We open the door and he looks in, then looks down for John to come out to play.
John used to always lie next to my recliner at night when we're in the family room. It was always "his" spot - - Rudy never attempted to lay there. Last night, that's where he was lieing - - in John's spot. It touched a soft spot in our hearts.
We're still sad in our house but slowly adjusting to John being gone. Rudy still goes over to John's collar that we've left on the counter. He sniffs it, yelps and runs over to one of us. Everytime he goes outside, he turns around and looks back up at us thru the door window and yelps. We open the door and he looks in, then looks down for John to come out to play.
John used to always lie next to my recliner at night when we're in the family room. It was always "his" spot - - Rudy never attempted to lay there. Last night, that's where he was lieing - - in John's spot. It touched a soft spot in our hearts.
