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am very sorry for your loss. your story struck me because i also had a shepherd mix who I found in a snow storm as a 6 week old puppy. His name is Smokey and he was with me for 13 years. he passed suddenly with no warning and I was devastated. I still grieve for him and it has been over 3 years. only a fellow animal lover truly understands the pain you feel. it is the same as losing a member of our family because our pets ARE part of our families. I begged God for months to bring Smokey back to me for one more day so I could say goodbye and tell him how much I loved him. I still open the door and expect to see him and I swear I see him when I walk in the woods. I have 6 dogs now but Smokey can never be replaced and will never be forgotten. the love you gave your dog is something special and he will be forever waiting to see you again. my thoughts are with you

My little boy DJ was born on Feb. 29, 2008. DJ was a leap day baby. He was my heart & soul. I loved him like I gave birth to that little bundle of fur. We were inseparable. On Dec. 20, 2010 he disappeared from the yard where he was with the other dogs. I never saw him alive again. In May his brother Cuddles disappeared from the yard. after a week we found both dogs in the back pasture. MURDERED. Cuddles had a mark on his neck.It looked as if he was hung. DJ was brought back to me in bad shape. He had been dead for quite some time. I guess his KILLER wanted me to have closure. A police report was made. A neighbor said his neighbor told him he killed the dogs, as well as another neighbors chickens, turkeys & guinea hens. No arrest or prosecution has happened. The deputy does not think the neighbor is credible. He won't send the report or pics to the Prosecuting Atty. I want Justice for DJ &Cuddles. DJ was only 2 & Cuddles was only 1.
DJ was very loved. He lived with LOVE but, he died with fear & pain. I hope he is in a place where pain & fear are no longer around. I LOVE YOU DJ & MISS YOU VERY MUCH. I have his nephew Trouble. I love him. He is not my DJ but, nothing is going to harm him.

There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
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Sounds like this guy needs some private justice done on him.

Two days ago I said goodbye to one of my dearest friends. Nibbles is my beautiful cocker spanial mix. She was 19 and a huge part of my life for 17 years. I had her since I was a little kid. I have never had to euthanize a pet before. I feel so guilty I couldn't do more for her. Her vet believes she had cancer in her spleen that was destroying her red blood cells. At her age, surgery and chemo weren't options. Watching her struggle to get up, barely eat, and not enjoying any of the things that made her happy (running around, swimming, car rides..) was devastating. Everyone keeps telling me to remember the good times but everything that reminds me of her makes me fall apart. I try and think about the good times I had with her but then I get flashes of seeing her on the table after IT happened. I look at her empty collar (I'm having her cremated) and feel overwhelmed. I miss her so much. I hope she's in a better place.

I lost my beloved friend a couple of years ago. I truly believe what one of my friends said a long time ago. That sometimes your friend knows when your so sick, and out of pure love will sometimes carry it for you. I took my dog to the vet shortly after I had a growth on the right side of my face. I was so glad that it was benign and broke my heart when hers was malignant. I only got to spend one more month before having to make the decision to put her to sleep. I realized it was too late when it took 5 hours to stop the bleeding and when big, jelly glob fell. I knew it was too late. She died of an aggresive form of cancer. A month earlier my father had kidny failure and was on dialysis. He went to the hospital and we thought we were going to lose him and when he came home. His dog was a Sharpei named Rufus. He said hello to my dad and then went to lay down. He died a few hours later. We had taken rufus to the vet because he didn't want to eat very well. We told the vet he died and the vet had taken a blood sample, and confirmed that Rufus died to kidney failure. I buried Rufus one month before my dog, One in a half years later my father passed away.

I am sorry for your loss, because I know how it feels. I held my dog until she took her last breath. Before I made that decision to put her to sleep I wrote her a letter. The letter told her the story of when I first got her, her life growing up with my children and what she mean't to us. I had another dog pass away about a month earlier unexpectedly. I never got a chance to say goodbye. I explained what I was about to do, and what would happen. I asked for a few favors, and only she would know what they were. Those things were answered and my baby restored my faith deeper in god than you will ever know. I know I can not see her sometimes I can feel her when she is nearby. You see in the year 2010 I lost my father in April and then I had an accident.

In December right before Christmas I fell at work. I split my kneecap in half, and fractured my other leg. I couldn't walk. I ended up with a good surgeon and three days later I came home. My dog did not pass away in this house that I rented, but when I was in my room and couldn't move my legs on my own. I felt her presence by my bed. I firmly believe that even if you can't hold them or see them that they do come to see you. I think if you really pay attention or something drastic happens that they are around you or give you a sign that only you would know. I blew up the pictures of my beloved animal that passed away into 8 x 10's. They are hung in the hallway and even though I am still going through therapy to walk right and eventually hope to run. I think looking at them gives me the courage and strength to keep on going, and just when I feel like giving up I feel her by my side. I think they come when you need them.

I feel your pain and I am sorry, but with time it gets better. I know how you feel, because I went through it. I knew it was going to be hard, but she wouldn't suffer anymore. I just didn't realize how hard it was after she was gone, but every time I woke up I honestly think she was there to help me realize it. I don't think you can ever replace a dog. They may look like your dog, but every dog is special in their own way. Every dog is different, and has their very own personality. I think their like people, because we carry them in our heart and take them along in our memories, photos. It's the love we carry in our hearts and I do believe that we will see them again when it is our time.

You are all in my Prayers
Liz

My Reno is a Border Collie and we believe he is approaching 14 years old, and you can see it in his eyes and I know it hurts for him to get up and play like he used too. He is definitely a ball dog. My yard is big, I have other dogs, nobody has got out. So does he really need shots at this late age? I love this web site, it makes me sad when your pets age......so any advice will be greatly appreciated....

My story is unlike the others on this forum. I didn't get to hold my baby until her last heartbeat. I didn't even know she was dead until two weeks later. On December 14th my dogs got loose. Now when I say got loose I'm sure people assume it was "my fault" and my dogs weren't properly secure. That is not the case. My mom's lab was outside on a tie out, that ran from the house to the shed and back. My 2 dogs, a pitbull and a lab mix, were in the basement of the house, drying off after playing in the snow. My mom's dog must have wanted back inside because he jumped up on the door and a combination of the door not being latched all the way, and his 110 lb body, let my dogs out loose. I noticed they were gone after no more than 15 minutes and called and whistled until my throat was raw and bloody. They were no where. I drove around all afternoon and didn't even go to work that day. Around supper time, one of them returned. The younger lab mix. I put ads in the paper, called law enforcement, local animal shelter, and printed off 250 flyers and put them in every mailbox in a 10 mile radius. I didn't sleep for days, not knowing where my Bailey was but hoping someone had her safe and was keeping her warm until they located us. 2 weeks passed without a word. Christmas was the most depressing time of my life. I was proposed to on Christmas Eve and I physically couldn't even smile because I just felt empty without her. Day in and day out we searched and prayed, until finally on January 3rd we got a call from the local animal shelter. It was so confusing that I didn't know where to go from there. She said that she had gotten a call from a woman who said "a black and white pitbull had entered her yard and now the pitbull was gone." Gone? Like ran off. Ok, Where did she go?! So we called this woman, having gotten her number from the animal shelter and she preceded to tell my fiance that "2 dogs entered her farm property, a pitbull and a lab, the pitbull chased and growled at her father in law, so they ran into the house and called animal control and they came to the farm and shot the dog". This was the story from her mouth to my fiance. I didn't feel like it was the full story, so I called the Sheriff and asked if a report had been made and he said yes... TWO WEEKS AGO... He read me word for word on the report that she had made (she being an off duty police officer btw), she observed 2 dogs walk onto her property, a pitbull and a lab. her and her father in law went inside to call animal control but when she noticed that one dog was a pitbull, she drew her weapon and shot her. cold blood. Doing nothing wrong, shot her. THEN disposed of the body, and THEN 6 hours later called it in. She ignored the lab mix simply because she was not a pitbull. This woman knowingly admitted to murdering my dog solely because she was of a certain breed. There was no growling, no chasing, no aggressive behavior towards anything at all. Just her breed. She chose to take care of it herself rather than call in a stray dog and have animal control pick her up, and take her in. She didn't even try to contact the dogs owner until she saw our article in the paper weeks after and felt "guilty". My dog was taken from me. My 1 year old pitbull. My life, my light, my baby girl. She never did ANYTHING wrong. And my lab mix, yoshi ( who happens to be a PIT LAB MIX), had to watch her sister and best friend get murdered, then ran straight homet o us. According to the officers time line, the shooting happened right before my other dog showed up at home. I have no way to deal with this, to accept it, to forgive her, to move on. I will never be able to look at another dog the same again. I still cant sleep at night, I cant say her name without bawling. I've been depressed for almost a month now and I see no end to it. A dog dying is HORRIBLE, no matter the case, but when it happens to be a trusted member of law enforcement, and kept a secret for 2 weeks, it definitely stings more.

I know how you feel.On Dec.4th,2011 I had to do the same thing that you had to do with Daizey.My 7 yr.old choc.brown chihuahua boy was loosing his battle with diabetes despite having insulin twice a day.He was continually have seizures and foaming at the mouth.He was MY BABY BOY and I HAD TO make that awful descision about what to do.I had to think about what was best for him NOT ME!!! I still cry over missing him almost everyday! It's very hard to say goodbye to a pet that you love so much! I'm going to have to make the same decision on Feb.11th 2012 with my 15 1/2 yr.old yorkie boy.He is not doing very well.I won't go into details but trust me it breaks my heart to say goodbye to him as well.He was also my baby boy!! I sit here with tears of sorrow streaming down my face.I took care of both my boys like they were my furry children..I have no regrets with ifs,would haves,etc,I did everything that they needed to be done.Now Simon will go to meet Chico at the "Rainbow Bridge" and play together once more.R.I.P. by baby boys! I love you both so much and always will! <3 MOM

I AM SO SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS!! Just know that you took care of her and loved her to the best of your ability .She knew that you loved her.You will meet again one day at the "RAINBOW BRIDGE". The person that killed her will pay for what she did one day.She had no right to do what she did!! I feel your pain as my dogs are MY BABIES too! That was an awful thing that law enforcement didn't tell you for 2 weeks! Shame on them for not telling you sooner. God Bless You and Your Family and help you to get through this terrible thing!!

I am so deeply sorry for your loss! There are so many "heartless" people out there, who will take the law into their own hands when it comes to domestic or wild animals! They should absolutely be prosecuted, and have to pay for their crimes! And yes, the person who shot your pit baby committed a crime! I was in tears reading your heartbreaking story! I, myself, lost my chcolate Lab, "Duncan, Count Chocula" when he was 15 1/2 years old---a long life for a Labrador! I know that I was truly lucky to have him this long, but after saying "goodbye" to him in April 2010, I still miss him dearly! My (now) husband was so funny with Dunk; he used to put a human "voice" to him, to verbalize what he thought Dunk was thinking, It was crazy and nutty, yet fun, because usually Duncan's words were in "complaint" about "You People", as my husband imagined him to think.
But back to you, I have no words to console you, except that perhaps you and your fiance could "start" your family by starting out with a new "baby" with four legs? My husband already had grown children when he divorced, and I have not been able to have children, so I had my Labs. I had a black one "Ziggy" for 14 years (we had to say "goodbye" to him on what turned out to be the day my Dunky was whelped.

I'm so sorry that I was talking about "my babies" when I was writing to give you some consolation! Another thing (if you haven't done already!) is to make a photo album/scrapbook of memories of your life with your "pit-baby". I'm sure it will make you sad at first, but you know, if you don't do it, you'll not have the wonderful memories, laughs, smiles, and yes, tears--but the kind of tears that your Bailey would want you to have--tears of joy, no matter how fleeting...In the meantime, I'm sure you've been showering your love on your lab-pit mix (I had a neighbor in NYC who had a black one, and we called her a "pitador" and she was very, very smart! I have a book called "Crossing the Rainbow Bridge"; a children's book, actually, that was recommended to me by Mimi Ausland, founder of the website freekibble.com, which is worth a daily visit to play dog and cat trivia and right or wrong, your playing of the game provides free kibble for dogs and cats in shelters nationwide! I'd love to hear about your Yoshi (wonderful name!) and how she's doing with her "mourning" of her sister. Now you will have to give her extra "play time" to let her know that she is safe and sound, and that nothing will happen to her like that...In the meantime, Bailey will "live on" as long as you remember her and the fun you had during her too-short life!

My nearly 14-year-old cat, Coal, was a real sweetie, to the end. She died of cancer, Wednesday, February 22, 2012. The cancer had filled her nasal passages--Cancer is so ugly and life-sucking--she went from 9.5 pounds to 6.8 pounds. She was suffering, so I asked the vet to euthanize her. It was so kindly and humanely done. My cat didn't even try to fight--It was as if she knew she was going to be relieved.

She's going to be group-cremated. I had a funeral for her at my mother's gravesite. It was such a gorgeous day. I had a big boo-hoo.

Hopefully Coal is running around and having fun with my cousins' (deceased) cat Gingi now, out of pain.

I was so gifted and honored to have my little boy Tramp for 23 years. I found Tramp at the AZ. Humane Society in 1988 when he was 7 weeks old. He was a dog I wish I could have had forever.
He was an incredible dog and a savior to my soul.
When I first brought him home, I lived in an apartment. The complex said that a dog needed to be on a leash at all times. He was so smart that I would leave the leash by the door, he would pick it up with his mouth, go down stairs, do his business and come right back up. My mom loved coming over just to see him do that and he actually created an audiance of people because he was so precious and smart about things. He was my baby and I miss him so. There are so many things that he did that was so cute and adorable I can go on forever. I just thank GOD everyday for bringing us together and allowing us to enjoy the great life we had together during that time.
Love him and miss him so much every day!
Thank you for allowing me to post this
March 23, 1988-May 23, 2011