Had to put the first and only dog I have ever had, Coby, to sleep today. Honestly one of the most difficult things I've had to do. I hope none of you have to make that decision with your dogs, ever. He was 15 years old and fell out of an upper level loft in our barn yesterday and dislocated his back leg. The veterinarian said they could pop it back into place, but there was no guarantee it would stay there, which would mean more pain for Coby, and more trips to the vet for me. It's tough making the decision of whether to let your dog live or die, but I think I made the right choice. He's now taking the ultimate nap in dog heaven! Coby was my 4-legged companion from the start of 2nd grade and stuck with me through two high schools, a handful of colleges, a move to Illinois and back, a move to North Carolina and back, then back again. , had a couple surgeries, got lost for a week or so then found 10 miles down the road and had a nose like you wouldn't believe in his hay-day! Even today, he'd walk with me to the Pacific and back if I wanted, and it wouldn't phase him a bit. It's amazing how close we get to our 4-legged friends and what a big part of our lives they become.
The decision is never easy, especially when you have been best pals for so long. Hang in there and remember all the good times and times he was there for you. Their love is unconditional and if he was headed for a life of pain and misery then you made the best choice for him.
Sorry to hear that. It was tough when we put ours down years ago. Sent from my Droid Incredible 2 using Tapatalk
Cody...sorry to hear that buddy. I had to put my childhood pet, Sandy, down a couple years ago. The hardest part for me was she actually seemed to be doing better the day I decided to take her. It would have been selfish of me to keep her around and delay the inevitable. Time heals.
Sorry to hear it. Losing a beloved pet is never easy. One that you've had since childhood is really tough.
I've had to put two dogs down in my life it's never easy. You had your dog's best interests in mind and loved him enough to let him go. They leave us with so many good memories that it's hard to stay sad for very long.
Had to do the same 2 months ago. I didn't imagine it would be so difficult. I balled like a baby in the vets office. They probably thought I was crazy. I don't care. Sorry about your loss.
That sucks, Cody. Its never easy losing a good dog. One thing that always help me, was the thought that I get to start that journey all over again with a new friend.
Having been through it just last November, I feel your pain over and over again. Likewise, mine was a great friend who'd endured more than a couple moves, and been with me for a lot of my life. But as much as it hurt, I KNOW I did the right thing, as you should. Here's to MAN'S BEST FRIEND!!!
hang in there cody... here is a couple of notes/letters we wrote to our buddy when his pup passed: his dog's name was Doc -Guess the biggest thing is that he is/was my buddy. I never get too attached to animals. Had a cat when I was young that pops shot in the head for pissing on the carpet. Animals aint allowed in the house. That all really stems from my father and how he grew up. taught me to never pet another man’s hunting dog and treat yours like a machine. Keep it running well and it will work for you. Doc I can truly say was different. Although I only hunted with him once it sticks in my mind like it was yesterday. Everything last minute and on a whim is kinda how you and I’s relationship has always been John. So when I found out we were going bird hunting I was excited. I knew you had not done it a bunch and it was gonna be fun to include you on some things that I hold dear. Doc was beside himself! I can probably count on one hand the times he’s rode in my truck and I’m sure every time he thought he was going hunting. Not to mention the smells he probably picked/s up every time that gray GMC pulls in the driveway from my other hunting trips. Well I was hung over as hell and had to stop to rest after each pass, not Doc, he ran and ran and ran. He knew his job and he wasn’t quitting until the last pass was made. He waited till he got home to rest, and rest he did. Big fella sat on that landing the rest of the weekend, but he did his job and rested up like he was gonna do it again next weekend. Doc never yelled at me for being too drunk or snoring too loud. He just waited till I was done acting a fool and hopped on that fold out bed with me. I’d fart, then he’d fart. Back and forth that’s how it would go all night long. Can’t tell you how many times I blamed him for my farts and he took em all… thanks buddy. I used to love to hear him bark at the sliding door just because. I never had a dog and probably never will. No time, no yard, can’t figure out the right breed… let’s face it, I couldn’t bare having to say goodbye. That’s the real reason why I slept in the shop last weekend. Same reason why I’ll always remember my last time with him. You on the ****ter me just outside the door laying on the floor and Doc laying on me with his head on my chest. So this is my goodbye to Docie and if there is one thing I would take back it would be that as far back as I can remember, I never fed him a table scrap. Webster says a scrap is, “fragments of discarded or leftover food.” Well if you know me, I also can’t remember the time I left anything on my plate. Do me a favor John and throw the old man a scrap for me…..- another letter.... -Can’t help but think about my buddy Doc tonight as I sit here 1000 miles away. He’s one of the guys as far as I am concerned. His story is one that would make any man shed a tear… any REAL man that is. Doc is more than a dog, he’s someone that is always happy to see you, no matter what the circumstance. He lives by the rule, sit, stay, eat, take a piss… “Yes Sir” is his reply. Doc is a walking, talking memoir of someone near and dear to the Derlien’s heart, and every man woman and child that was fortunate enough to meet your father Sarah… Doc is a reliable, beautiful, fun, friend to anyone –type- of being I’m sure your dad was to everyone around him. I wasn’t able to meet the man, but I was able to fall in love with his dog… and to me, that IS 2nd best, and I AM fortunate. You can tell a lot about a man’s dog… and the story is, the better the dog…. The better the man. That holds true to you to Porky…. You kept Doc’s reputation alive and strong, you’re a wonderful man/friend too. Please read this to Doc – I love you buddy… I love what you represent, I love who you were to us. John, Sarah, and those 2 little girls are going to miss you SO much… but you have touched thousands of other people out there too… and Niki and I are toasting to you tonight from down here… and want you to know, how much we love you. We’ll never forget you… Rest in Peace my friend… You and you’re best friend will be together, once again… doc watching hoops
