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Hey guys, I know there are a lot of dog lovers and I just wanted to share a bit about our heart breaking weekend. My best friend, Buddy, passed away just 6 weeks shy of his 13th birthday.
Friday night I accidentally left our back door open and heard our wiener dog down the road barking, so I ran outside to chase him. Our pit puppy was digging in the trash and Buddy sorrowfully wandered out from the dark forest with his head held down. I thought he got into the trash can too as he has a very shameful look when does something wrong, but he just looked very depressed and was coughing up lots of clear fluid. I stopped scolding him when I realized something was wrong and preyed that we'd wake up in the morning to a lively old poochy again. There was no scent of garbage on him and his head wouldn't lift off the floor even for some late night kibble.
Unfortunately when we woke up his condition deteriorated. He finally got up from his dog bed only to collapse against the hallway trying to get to his water dish. I lifted him back to his bed and we had attempted to stand him up for breakfast but he was glued to the floor. My heart was sinking. I fought back tears and thoughts creeping into my mind that things were taking a turn for the worst. He wouldn't eat kibble and wouldn't even touch a steak we tearfully cooked for him.
We were planning a family dinner at my mothers and figured we should really take Buddy as his life seemed to be slipping away at a fast pace. I drove slowly and my exchange students kept a watchful eye, but he became incontinent just before pulling into the driveway and the tears were even harder to hold back. We carefully lifted him out of the vehicle, cleaned him up and his legs quivered as he lost control of his bladder as well. When we brought him inside there was a lot of silence for minutes as my mom skimmed through the phone book to check for an emergency pet hospital to take him to. We knew it wasn't for a check up and that it would be to let our canine family member leave this life in peace. I went to the washroom to get some toilet paper and passed my aunt who couldn't stay in the kitchen anymore with the family when I came back. I couldn't fight and hold back my tears once I returned to the sight of my stepdad, a 230lb Canadian mountain man, petting Buddy with tears streaming down his face while trying to console him. That was the breaking point, seeing a man so physically strong reduced to tears as his family member, not a "pet", slipped away helplessly.
It was a bitter sweet situation that we had happened to have organized a big family dinner this weekend because all of my immediate family, save for my youngest brother, was able to make it to the veterinary hospital to be with Buddy as we euthanized him. The vet concluded that cancerous tumors and/or cysts had broken around his organs causing internal bleeding which had spread to his lungs causing a shortness of breath. They had quickly prepared an intravenous catheter to deliver pain medication as well as a room where we could say our goodbyes and comfort him as he passed on. When we gave the go-ahead, it was no more than 10 seconds before he was gone. I know that for some it would seem as though it's nothing more than an animal that we sheltered for our convoluted reasons and that it's irrational to grow so attached to an animal - for dog lovers there are no words to explain just how completely wrong that is. Buddy passed away peacefully at 6:10pm, March 24, 2012.
To pay respect, grieve, and to abstain from negativity I will be taking a leave from posting on Getbig. I don't mean to be a drama queen, but I don't want to pollute my mind with bullshit for a little while. It will be somewhat of a mental cleanse. I'll be back somewhere down the road if anyone cares. I'd like to share a few quick photos that bring a smile to my face as well. I'm pulling a hard drive out from an old computer to make sure I've retrieved every last image of him I could find. We thankfully have thousands of pictures of him, but they can only provide a marginal amount of comfort as he was the best dog and one of the best living beings I have ever loved. Best wishes to everyone here, even phaggots like Goodrum, but especially to those who are dog lovers as well. You guys understand how unimaginably special these creatures are. I still have two which I love with all my heart, and I can sense that they're aware of Buddy's passing as well. Dogs are very special creatures and I empathize with anyone who's had to endure the passing of their dog. If I ever truly become a man, it will have been through emulating the insurmountable compassion and love that Buddy showed to everyone he had met.
tl;dr version:
- dog died this weekend
- heart is absolutely fucking crushed :(
P.S. Mods, please don't move this thread. I threw down a front double bi's and a most muscular after taking a shower this morning and looked like a bag of smashed assholes. Now this thread is bodybuilding related. Cheers.
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my condolences,
The good thing about a dog is you can always get you a new one
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RIP buddy. Heartbreaking.
Worst thing about owning a dog is that they die many many years before you do.
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Damn man, Im sorry for your loss...
Even though I myself never had a dog as a pet, I can feel your pain.. in fact I never ever had a pet in my life but Im considering getting one, as I love dogs and generally animals..
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dustin,, giev me your most favortie organization for dogs ,, dont do it now ,, when you come back ,, get to me your most favortie organization for dogs
this is very sad,, but 13 years can never be taken away LOT AND LOT OF MEMORYS ,, it is VERY LONG life that after knowing you i can garentee he was probably one of the luckiest dogs in canada to have you raising him .. you seen him young ,, and you were lucky to see him maturing into an old dog
angel always leave unexpetedly when the job is done always remember this,,sometimes they are needed for long 13 years
he is ok
gh15 approved
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my condolences,
The good thing about a dog is you can always get you a new one
i would tlel you something but out of respect to dustin which i do respect a lot i will leave it be,,
gh15 approved
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i would tlel you something but out of respect to dustin which i do respect a lot i will leave it be,,
gh15 approved
Why the aggression? I was expressing my condolences to the man.
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Too bad your dog died.... :(
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Why the aggression? I was expressing my condolences to the man.
Because that drowning-kittens-thing is attached to you..?
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you can nto replace a dog,, learn it ! like you can not replace a child ,, he is now suffering and it doesnt just go away ,, it stays in litle place in the heart for FUCKING EVER ,, it never leaves you ,, now he is looking for everything he ever had with him ,, all the memorys coming up ,, this was his BEST FRIEND you didnt hear that? you know what is best friend 13 years to raise him from nothing through all the years to se him growing and getting oldl ,, fuck hav esome tact
his loss is TRE MEN DOUS ,,no one can know what it is beside him ,, you only know it if you had your own BEST friend who left and even then its very individual ,, it can not be replaced ever...yes others will come but never another one like him ,, NEVER EVER
gh15 approved
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I'm so very sorry Dustin. I'm forwarding this to my girl so she can understand why I've been on Getbig for nearly a decade almost daily.
My dachshund/ chihuahua mix (3 yr old female) has been very sick for 7-8 months with intestinal problems. With a baby on the way we have to
Consider adopting her to her father because we can't handle the stress of all the mess he causes. I know my puppy doesn't want to be a problem I can see it in her eyes, it breaks my heart to have to think of her leaving our household or worse, having her life shortened by her illness.
Be thankful for the 13 wonderful years. What a blessing dogs are!
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Because that drowning-kittens-thing is attached to you..?
yeah I know that was cruel next time I burn them.
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Sorry to hear this my friend... :'(
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sorry for your loss, my condolences
a dog is a mans best friend, and it sure hurts loosing one...
after a while just remember all the good times you share together and you know he will be in a good place... rip buddy
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my heartfelt condolences dustin. I had to put down our beautiful GSD last year. he was 15 and his best days were behind him. I stayed with him and held him while they administered the dosage and he passed on. I had to be strong and not let my tears show that day and still feel devastated as I write this. long story short, I totally feel you mate. I pray that he is in a better place.
/h2
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I feel your pain, when your dog dies it's like a family member dying :( Looks like you gave him a very happy life, Sorry to hear.
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Hey guys, I know there are a lot of dog lovers and I just wanted to share a bit about our heart breaking weekend. My best friend, Buddy, passed away just 6 weeks shy of his 13th birthday.
Friday night I accidentally left our back door open and heard our wiener dog down the road barking, so I ran outside to chase him. Our pit puppy was digging in the trash and Buddy sorrowfully wandered out from the dark forest with his head held down. I thought he got into the trash can too as he has a very shameful look when does something wrong, but he just looked very depressed and was coughing up lots of clear fluid. I stopped scolding him when I realized something was wrong and preyed that we'd wake up in the morning to a lively old poochy again. There was no scent of garbage on him and his head wouldn't lift off the floor even for some late night kibble.
Unfortunately when we woke up his condition deteriorated. He finally got up from his dog bed only to collapse against the hallway trying to get to his water dish. I lifted him back to his bed and we had attempted to stand him up for breakfast but he was glued to the floor. My heart was sinking. I fought back tears and thoughts creeping into my mind that things were taking a turn for the worst. He wouldn't eat kibble and wouldn't even touch a steak we tearfully cooked for him.
We were planning a family dinner at my mothers and figured we should really take Buddy as his life seemed to be slipping away at a fast pace. I drove slowly and my exchange students kept a watchful eye, but he became incontinent just before pulling into the driveway and the tears were even harder to hold back. We carefully lifted him out of the vehicle, cleaned him up and his legs quivered as he lost control of his bladder as well. When we brought him inside there was a lot of silence for minutes as my mom skimmed through the phone book to check for an emergency pet hospital to take him to. We knew it wasn't for a check up and that it would be to let our canine family member leave this life in peace. I went to the washroom to get some toilet paper and passed my aunt who couldn't stay in the kitchen anymore with the family when I came back. I couldn't fight and hold back my tears once I returned to the sight of my stepdad, a 230lb Canadian mountain man, petting Buddy with tears streaming down his face while trying to console him. That was the breaking point, seeing a man so physically strong reduced to tears as his family member, not a "pet", slipped away helplessly.
It was a bitter sweet situation that we had happened to have organized a big family dinner this weekend because all of my immediate family, save for my youngest brother, was able to make it to the veterinary hospital to be with Buddy as we euthanized him. The vet concluded that cancerous tumors and/or cysts had broken around his organs causing internal bleeding which had spread to his lungs causing a shortness of breath. They had quickly prepared an intravenous catheter to deliver pain medication as well as a room where we could say our goodbyes and comfort him as he passed on. When we gave the go-ahead, it was no more than 10 seconds before he was gone. I know that for some it would seem as though it's nothing more than an animal that we sheltered for our convoluted reasons and that it's irrational to grow so attached to an animal - for dog lovers there are no words to explain just how completely wrong that is. Buddy passed away peacefully at 6:10pm, March 24, 2012.
To pay respect, grieve, and to abstain from negativity I will be taking a leave from posting on Getbig. I don't mean to be a drama queen, but I don't want to pollute my mind with bullshit for a little while. It will be somewhat of a mental cleanse. I'll be back somewhere down the road if anyone cares. I'd like to share a few quick photos that bring a smile to my face as well. I'm pulling a hard drive out from an old computer to make sure I've retrieved every last image of him I could find. We thankfully have thousands of pictures of him, but they can only provide a marginal amount of comfort as he was the best dog and one of the best living beings I have ever loved. Best wishes to everyone here, even phaggots like Goodrum, but especially to those who are dog lovers as well. You guys understand how unimaginably special these creatures are. I still have two which I love with all my heart, and I can sense that they're aware of Buddy's passing as well. Dogs are very special creatures and I empathize with anyone who's had to endure the passing of their dog. If I ever truly become a man, it will have been through emulating the insurmountable compassion and love that Buddy showed to everyone he had met.
tl;dr version:
- dog died this weekend
- heart is absolutely fucking crushed :(
P.S. Mods, please don't move this thread. I threw down a front double bi's and a most muscular after taking a shower this morning and looked like a bag of smashed assholes. Now this thread is bodybuilding related. Cheers.
man no need to call the ex a dog
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Its just natural, my friend.
RIP
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i didnt read your post. it would bother me too much. i am truely sorry for your loss. those who dont have dogs wouldnt get it. those who do, do.
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That's Horrible! here is my weiner dogg I love the little guy! Its hard dogs are like your kids
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I am sorry for your loss, my sincerest condolences
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That's Horrible! here is my weiner dogg I love the little guy! Its hard dogs are like your kids
They are like Kids without ever growing up :)
Less needy as well and in some instances you get more direct open love from your dog than from your kids :D
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Great eyes.
You will get over it - he did his job and his soul is now up to new things.
R.I.P.
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so it was a dachshund that passed? just wondering because that dosn't look like a dachshund in the picture.I posted a picture of my dachshund and you can see the diuffrence. was it a dachshund mixed? It dosn't change anything! I am just curious! I love dachshunds! It is the only dog I would buy. This is a horrible story. I would be down to pitch in with Gh15 this is a horrible story! I dont ean to sound like a dick but why didn't you take the dog in to a 24hr emergency vet faster? I guess that would not of changed anything. But If my dog will not eat some steak I know there is a problem! I feel horrible for you man! My dog is def like my son and It would kill me if anything ever happened to him. Once again hope things get better for you and I can see why you need a break! this is a serious blow if you are a dog lover!
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my condolences,
The good thing about a dog is you can always get you a new one
that is about the worst thing you could say!
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I guessin you have a weiner and a pit and had Buddy too? So what kind of dog was Buddy?
Sorry for your loss. Been thru it, never again tho. Thats why I never replaced my dog.
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So what did he pass from?
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Sorry to hear about your loss dustin.
I saw a lady a few weeks back with a real nice looking while gold ring on, which had a dark/really shining diamond type stone set in. I asked about the ring as I'd never seen one like that before, she said that her dog had passed away a few months ago and she'd found a site that compressed the dogs ashes into a stone and set it in that ring, it looked really beautiful and would be a good way to keep buddy close to your hands again.
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Sorry to hear about your loss dustin.
I saw a lady a few weeks back with a real nice looking while gold ring on, which had a dark/really shining diamond type stone set in. I asked about the ring as I'd never seen one like that before, she said that her dog had passed away a few months ago and she'd found a site that compressed the dogs ashes into a stone and set it in that ring, it looked really beautiful and would be a good way to keep buddy close to your hands again.
from ashes to ashes!,,
you came from the ashes and you return back to the ashes ,, of mother ground,, every living creature on this planet should go back there and not be kept in ring or astray or vases,,
from ashes you came and to ashes you will go back ....to PART of mother earth
stardust is what we all are and he belong with all of his ancesters and not in a ring or vaze
gh15 approved
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Sorry Dustin. Thats all I can say.
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Sorry to hear about your loss. Take some time, and honour his memory by giving some love to a new pooch. Best.
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my condolences,
The good thing about a dog is you can always get you a new one
not quite bro... dogs can never be replaced. Thats life having your wife or girlfriend die, and saying fuck it, you can find another one... true you could, but its not that easy, and certainly one will not REPLACE the other...
Dogs normally become part of the family, i bought my mom a dog for her xmas a coupl eof years ago, and we all are attached to her so much, she is part of our family. Its like having a little sister.
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i didnt read your post. it would bother me too much. i am truely sorry for your loss. those who dont have dogs wouldnt get it. those who do, do.
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RIP My friend....coming up on almost 2yrs for me.....for a dog I had for 10yrs. I feel your pain. I prayed for nights for my girl to go of her own accord. Unfortunately, I had to make that choice. Indescribable the pain of watching her take that last breath. Time does not heal.....time only allows you to cope somewhat. Not a day goes by that I don't think about her.
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Damn Dustin,I`m really sorry to hear this my friend.
I know just how you feel,my dogs mean so much to me also.
Stay strong bro.
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very sorry bro. time will heal the pain. be thankful for those 13 years. sorry once again.
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Sorry for your loss.
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PIP Buddy.
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sorry about your dog ,man
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Dustin, very sorry to hear. It is an experience I am familiar with. Some will not understand what you are going through, I clearly do. If I knew of something to help the pain I would tell you, but I know of nothing but time. Take care.
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Dustin, sorry for your loss :(
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Dude, very sorry.
Your post made me feel uncomfortably emotional. For real.
Consider writing for a living.
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I'm sorry you lost your best friend Dustin!!
Make sure you post your story on the petboard aswel because i think you will find people there with similar experiences in losing a beloved pet. I for one have lost a few and my story as wel as other people storys are there.
I 'm wishing you and your loved ones alot of stenght to deal with this incredible loss.... :'(
EM....
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Im sorry for your loss Dustin. Losing your dog after years of them being at your side is a pain i wish on no one.
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Strong avatar gh15
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Sorry to hear Dustin. We will miss you while you are gone. Prob my favorite poster.
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Dustin, I'm sorry for your loss. I know it is hard to lose a beloved pet. :'(
Does anyone know what breed of dog lives the longest? And which the shortest? Years, ago, I recall hearing that little dogs live longer and the bigger the dog the shorter the lifespan. Is that generally true?
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so sincerely sorry for your loss. My beautiful pit mix Bosco passed away unexpectedly almost 3 years ago at only 4 years of age. I think about him everyday. occasionally still get misty eyed. unconditional love leaves an impression on you.
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sorry to hear
heartbreaking when your dog dies
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Hey guys, I know there are a lot of dog lovers and I just wanted to share a bit about our heart breaking weekend. My best friend, Buddy, passed away just 6 weeks shy of his 13th birthday.
Friday night I accidentally left our back door open and heard our wiener dog down the road barking, so I ran outside to chase him. Our pit puppy was digging in the trash and Buddy sorrowfully wandered out from the dark forest with his head held down. I thought he got into the trash can too as he has a very shameful look when does something wrong, but he just looked very depressed and was coughing up lots of clear fluid. I stopped scolding him when I realized something was wrong and preyed that we'd wake up in the morning to a lively old poochy again. There was no scent of garbage on him and his head wouldn't lift off the floor even for some late night kibble.
Unfortunately when we woke up his condition deteriorated. He finally got up from his dog bed only to collapse against the hallway trying to get to his water dish. I lifted him back to his bed and we had attempted to stand him up for breakfast but he was glued to the floor. My heart was sinking. I fought back tears and thoughts creeping into my mind that things were taking a turn for the worst. He wouldn't eat kibble and wouldn't even touch a steak we tearfully cooked for him.
We were planning a family dinner at my mothers and figured we should really take Buddy as his life seemed to be slipping away at a fast pace. I drove slowly and my exchange students kept a watchful eye, but he became incontinent just before pulling into the driveway and the tears were even harder to hold back. We carefully lifted him out of the vehicle, cleaned him up and his legs quivered as he lost control of his bladder as well. When we brought him inside there was a lot of silence for minutes as my mom skimmed through the phone book to check for an emergency pet hospital to take him to. We knew it wasn't for a check up and that it would be to let our canine family member leave this life in peace. I went to the washroom to get some toilet paper and passed my aunt who couldn't stay in the kitchen anymore with the family when I came back. I couldn't fight and hold back my tears once I returned to the sight of my stepdad, a 230lb Canadian mountain man, petting Buddy with tears streaming down his face while trying to console him. That was the breaking point, seeing a man so physically strong reduced to tears as his family member, not a "pet", slipped away helplessly.
It was a bitter sweet situation that we had happened to have organized a big family dinner this weekend because all of my immediate family, save for my youngest brother, was able to make it to the veterinary hospital to be with Buddy as we euthanized him. The vet concluded that cancerous tumors and/or cysts had broken around his organs causing internal bleeding which had spread to his lungs causing a shortness of breath. They had quickly prepared an intravenous catheter to deliver pain medication as well as a room where we could say our goodbyes and comfort him as he passed on. When we gave the go-ahead, it was no more than 10 seconds before he was gone. I know that for some it would seem as though it's nothing more than an animal that we sheltered for our convoluted reasons and that it's irrational to grow so attached to an animal - for dog lovers there are no words to explain just how completely wrong that is. Buddy passed away peacefully at 6:10pm, March 24, 2012.
To pay respect, grieve, and to abstain from negativity I will be taking a leave from posting on Getbig. I don't mean to be a drama queen, but I don't want to pollute my mind with bullshit for a little while. It will be somewhat of a mental cleanse. I'll be back somewhere down the road if anyone cares. I'd like to share a few quick photos that bring a smile to my face as well. I'm pulling a hard drive out from an old computer to make sure I've retrieved every last image of him I could find. We thankfully have thousands of pictures of him, but they can only provide a marginal amount of comfort as he was the best dog and one of the best living beings I have ever loved. Best wishes to everyone here, even phaggots like Goodrum, but especially to those who are dog lovers as well. You guys understand how unimaginably special these creatures are. I still have two which I love with all my heart, and I can sense that they're aware of Buddy's passing as well. Dogs are very special creatures and I empathize with anyone who's had to endure the passing of their dog. If I ever truly become a man, it will have been through emulating the insurmountable compassion and love that Buddy showed to everyone he had met.
tl;dr version:
- dog died this weekend
- heart is absolutely fucking crushed :(
P.S. Mods, please don't move this thread. I threw down a front double bi's and a most muscular after taking a shower this morning and looked like a bag of smashed assholes. Now this thread is bodybuilding related. Cheers.
I`m so sorry to hear this my friend. I actually have tears streaming down my face after reading your story.
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The best thing anyone can ever do for a kid is get them a dog.
A dog will teach a child responsibility and unconditional love.
When you are 8 years old and you are responsible for walking the dog, feeding the dog, and cleaning up after the dog, you form a bond that can never be broken.
When I went to college, I had a beautiful girlfriend that was a year younger than me. She gave me a Tiffany silver picture frame with my initials on it, along with a picture of the two of us at the beach to bring to my dorm room.
When she came with my mother and father to visit me, there was a picture of my dog in the frame. I told her that the dog had been with me since I was 7 years old, the dog was with me long before her, and would probably be with me longer than she would, plus I could talk to my girl on the phone all of the time. I couldn't talk to my dog.
My dog died after finals of my senior year were finished, and I buried her at a pet cemetary 2 days before I walked for graduation. A fraternity brother made fun of me for being so upset about my dog. I knocked him out cold.
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I remember being in high school and seeing my good friend's dog dead in the stairwell. He broke down and started crying. Last month, we sat and watched his cat pass away right in front of us and he had no response.
I asked him what was the difference and he just told me, "that dog was like family. The damn pussy only came to me when it wanted something and then wandered off"
Sorry to hear about your dog man. :-\
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Hey guys, I know there are a lot of dog lovers and I just wanted to share a bit about our heart breaking weekend. My best friend, Buddy, passed away just 6 weeks shy of his 13th birthday.
Friday night I accidentally left our back door open and heard our wiener dog down the road barking, so I ran outside to chase him. Our pit puppy was digging in the trash and Buddy sorrowfully wandered out from the dark forest with his head held down. I thought he got into the trash can too as he has a very shameful look when does something wrong, but he just looked very depressed and was coughing up lots of clear fluid. I stopped scolding him when I realized something was wrong and preyed that we'd wake up in the morning to a lively old poochy again. There was no scent of garbage on him and his head wouldn't lift off the floor even for some late night kibble.
Unfortunately when we woke up his condition deteriorated. He finally got up from his dog bed only to collapse against the hallway trying to get to his water dish. I lifted him back to his bed and we had attempted to stand him up for breakfast but he was glued to the floor. My heart was sinking. I fought back tears and thoughts creeping into my mind that things were taking a turn for the worst. He wouldn't eat kibble and wouldn't even touch a steak we tearfully cooked for him.
We were planning a family dinner at my mothers and figured we should really take Buddy as his life seemed to be slipping away at a fast pace. I drove slowly and my exchange students kept a watchful eye, but he became incontinent just before pulling into the driveway and the tears were even harder to hold back. We carefully lifted him out of the vehicle, cleaned him up and his legs quivered as he lost control of his bladder as well. When we brought him inside there was a lot of silence for minutes as my mom skimmed through the phone book to check for an emergency pet hospital to take him to. We knew it wasn't for a check up and that it would be to let our canine family member leave this life in peace. I went to the washroom to get some toilet paper and passed my aunt who couldn't stay in the kitchen anymore with the family when I came back. I couldn't fight and hold back my tears once I returned to the sight of my stepdad, a 230lb Canadian mountain man, petting Buddy with tears streaming down his face while trying to console him. That was the breaking point, seeing a man so physically strong reduced to tears as his family member, not a "pet", slipped away helplessly.
It was a bitter sweet situation that we had happened to have organized a big family dinner this weekend because all of my immediate family, save for my youngest brother, was able to make it to the veterinary hospital to be with Buddy as we euthanized him. The vet concluded that cancerous tumors and/or cysts had broken around his organs causing internal bleeding which had spread to his lungs causing a shortness of breath. They had quickly prepared an intravenous catheter to deliver pain medication as well as a room where we could say our goodbyes and comfort him as he passed on. When we gave the go-ahead, it was no more than 10 seconds before he was gone. I know that for some it would seem as though it's nothing more than an animal that we sheltered for our convoluted reasons and that it's irrational to grow so attached to an animal - for dog lovers there are no words to explain just how completely wrong that is. Buddy passed away peacefully at 6:10pm, March 24, 2012.
To pay respect, grieve, and to abstain from negativity I will be taking a leave from posting on Getbig. I don't mean to be a drama queen, but I don't want to pollute my mind with bullshit for a little while. It will be somewhat of a mental cleanse. I'll be back somewhere down the road if anyone cares. I'd like to share a few quick photos that bring a smile to my face as well. I'm pulling a hard drive out from an old computer to make sure I've retrieved every last image of him I could find. We thankfully have thousands of pictures of him, but they can only provide a marginal amount of comfort as he was the best dog and one of the best living beings I have ever loved. Best wishes to everyone here, even phaggots like Goodrum, but especially to those who are dog lovers as well. You guys understand how unimaginably special these creatures are. I still have two which I love with all my heart, and I can sense that they're aware of Buddy's passing as well. Dogs are very special creatures and I empathize with anyone who's had to endure the passing of their dog. If I ever truly become a man, it will have been through emulating the insurmountable compassion and love that Buddy showed to everyone he had met.
tl;dr version:
- dog died this weekend
- heart is absolutely fucking crushed :(
P.S. Mods, please don't move this thread. I threw down a front double bi's and a most muscular after taking a shower this morning and looked like a bag of smashed assholes. Now this thread is bodybuilding related. Cheers.
sorry to hear this looked like a great dog....
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Dustin, I'm sorry for your loss. I know it is hard to lose a beloved pet. :'(
Does anyone know what breed of dog lives the longest? And which the shortest? Years, ago, I recall hearing that little dogs live longer and the bigger the dog the shorter the lifespan. Is that generally true?
Bay, I don't know the amswer to your life span question, but I can tell you that retriever type dogs are notorious for hip dysplasia and blowing out their ACL. I have had 3 labs and they are the most loyal and loving dogs there is. But between the 3 of them I had put out @ $12,000 in leg surgeries. I understand that some people can't understand putting that kind of money out for a dog, but for me, there was no decision to be made. If my child was hurt I would pay for them, they were no different. I am without a dog now for about 5 years because the death of my last lab broke me so bad I cannot go through that again right now.
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Sorry for your loss...it hurts to see him go like that, the failing health, and knowing that you are helpless to it.
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Hey guys, I know there are a lot of dog lovers and I just wanted to share a bit about our heart breaking weekend. My best friend, Buddy, passed away just 6 weeks shy of his 13th birthday.
Friday night I accidentally left our back door open and heard our wiener dog down the road barking, so I ran outside to chase him. Our pit puppy was digging in the trash and Buddy sorrowfully wandered out from the dark forest with his head held down. I thought he got into the trash can too as he has a very shameful look when does something wrong, but he just looked very depressed and was coughing up lots of clear fluid. I stopped scolding him when I realized something was wrong and preyed that we'd wake up in the morning to a lively old poochy again. There was no scent of garbage on him and his head wouldn't lift off the floor even for some late night kibble.
Unfortunately when we woke up his condition deteriorated. He finally got up from his dog bed only to collapse against the hallway trying to get to his water dish. I lifted him back to his bed and we had attempted to stand him up for breakfast but he was glued to the floor. My heart was sinking. I fought back tears and thoughts creeping into my mind that things were taking a turn for the worst. He wouldn't eat kibble and wouldn't even touch a steak we tearfully cooked for him.
We were planning a family dinner at my mothers and figured we should really take Buddy as his life seemed to be slipping away at a fast pace. I drove slowly and my exchange students kept a watchful eye, but he became incontinent just before pulling into the driveway and the tears were even harder to hold back. We carefully lifted him out of the vehicle, cleaned him up and his legs quivered as he lost control of his bladder as well. When we brought him inside there was a lot of silence for minutes as my mom skimmed through the phone book to check for an emergency pet hospital to take him to. We knew it wasn't for a check up and that it would be to let our canine family member leave this life in peace. I went to the washroom to get some toilet paper and passed my aunt who couldn't stay in the kitchen anymore with the family when I came back. I couldn't fight and hold back my tears once I returned to the sight of my stepdad, a 230lb Canadian mountain man, petting Buddy with tears streaming down his face while trying to console him. That was the breaking point, seeing a man so physically strong reduced to tears as his family member, not a "pet", slipped away helplessly.
It was a bitter sweet situation that we had happened to have organized a big family dinner this weekend because all of my immediate family, save for my youngest brother, was able to make it to the veterinary hospital to be with Buddy as we euthanized him. The vet concluded that cancerous tumors and/or cysts had broken around his organs causing internal bleeding which had spread to his lungs causing a shortness of breath. They had quickly prepared an intravenous catheter to deliver pain medication as well as a room where we could say our goodbyes and comfort him as he passed on. When we gave the go-ahead, it was no more than 10 seconds before he was gone. I know that for some it would seem as though it's nothing more than an animal that we sheltered for our convoluted reasons and that it's irrational to grow so attached to an animal - for dog lovers there are no words to explain just how completely wrong that is. Buddy passed away peacefully at 6:10pm, March 24, 2012.
To pay respect, grieve, and to abstain from negativity I will be taking a leave from posting on Getbig. I don't mean to be a drama queen, but I don't want to pollute my mind with bullshit for a little while. It will be somewhat of a mental cleanse. I'll be back somewhere down the road if anyone cares. I'd like to share a few quick photos that bring a smile to my face as well. I'm pulling a hard drive out from an old computer to make sure I've retrieved every last image of him I could find. We thankfully have thousands of pictures of him, but they can only provide a marginal amount of comfort as he was the best dog and one of the best living beings I have ever loved. Best wishes to everyone here, even phaggots like Goodrum, but especially to those who are dog lovers as well. You guys understand how unimaginably special these creatures are. I still have two which I love with all my heart, and I can sense that they're aware of Buddy's passing as well. Dogs are very special creatures and I empathize with anyone who's had to endure the passing of their dog. If I ever truly become a man, it will have been through emulating the insurmountable compassion and love that Buddy showed to everyone he had met.
tl;dr version:
- dog died this weekend
- heart is absolutely fucking crushed :(
P.S. Mods, please don't move this thread. I threw down a front double bi's and a most muscular after taking a shower this morning and looked like a bag of smashed assholes. Now this thread is bodybuilding related. Cheers.
My condolences . . . Just looking at the pics and I fell in love with your friend.
Respectfully,
Adam
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I am very sorry for your loss.
If there is truly a heaven, Buddy is there waiting for you!!!!
My Cairn Terrier was so special to me. She was like "Skip" in the movie "My Dog Skip". She went everywhere with me growing up.
When my girlfriend would come over to watch movies with me when I was in high school, my dog would sit between us. If my girl went to kiss me, my dog would growl at her, while she had her paw over my leg.
Just last week I found an old box of slides of my dog when she was just a puppy, and I was 7 years old. NOTHING, except the birth of my children, has ever made me so happy as getting that dog for my 7th birthday.
That dog used to sit with me on the couch while I beat Mike Tyson, conquered The Legend of Zelda, etc.
When I would swim laps in our pool, she literally would go up and down the poolside with me.
If I was sick and home from school, she sat in the bed with me all day, and wouldn't even want to go eat her food or drink her water. I'd have to bring her bowls into my room.
Dogs are truly gifts from God.
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Couldnt imagine mine passing bro, very sorry for your loss. Looked like a very happy dog. Im sure you will always keep good memories.
Take care
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I was over at my buddies house one night we were all drinking. He let his puppy out to use the bathroom. The dog ran out in the road and got hit by a car and died right in front of us :-[ The three of us spent the rest of the late night digging a grave for the puppy. We all cried and drank ourselfs stupid. It bonded the three of us for life.
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Dogs > people
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:'( :'( :'( :'(sorry
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VERY SORRY TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR LOSS
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Thanks for the kind words, fellas. Just logged in to post one last picture. It was the last picture I took of him.
Lucy kept trying to encourage Buddy to play Saturday morning, but when he couldn't get up you could literally see her heart breaking as she began cluing in on the situation. She's normally very vocal but just laid with him for his last few hours in silence. Ronnie could sense that something was wrong immediately and also stuck by his side.
They've been sleeping in our bedroom the last couple of nights and it's sad to see how it's affected them. Before we even had a chance to display emotions with our faces or body language, they were already very mellow and looked depressed when we came home. It is amazing to see how loving and intuitive they are, but it's also very heart breaking. Thankfully on both Saturday and Sunday we had massive family dinners, so it couldn't have been a better time for him to have passed. Lots of family and lots of support for each other. Thanks for your support too, guys.
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Thanks for the kind words, fellas. Just logged in to post one last picture. It was the last picture I took of him.
Lucy kept trying to encourage Buddy to play Saturday morning, but when he couldn't get up you could literally see her heart breaking as she began cluing in on the situation. She's normally very vocal but just laid with him for his last few hours in silence. Ronnie could sense that something was wrong immediately and also stuck by his side.
They've been sleeping in our bedroom the last couple of nights and it's sad to see how it's affected them. Before we even had a chance to display emotions with our faces or body language, they were already very mellow and looked depressed when we came home. It is amazing to see how loving and intuitive they are, but it's also very heart breaking. Thankfully on both Saturday and Sunday we had massive family dinners, so it couldn't have been a better time for him to have passed. Lots of family and lots of support for each other. Thanks for your support too, guys.
Pictures speak 1000 words. Buddy looks close to the end in that pic :-\ At least he had his buddies with him.
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So sorry for your loss dustin. :'( I couldn't read the details - too sad.
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Hey guys, I know there are a lot of dog lovers and I just wanted to share a bit about our heart breaking weekend. My best friend, Buddy, passed away just 6 weeks shy of his 13th birthday.
Friday night I accidentally left our back door open and heard our wiener dog down the road barking, so I ran outside to chase him. Our pit puppy was digging in the trash and Buddy sorrowfully wandered out from the dark forest with his head held down. I thought he got into the trash can too as he has a very shameful look when does something wrong, but he just looked very depressed and was coughing up lots of clear fluid. I stopped scolding him when I realized something was wrong and preyed that we'd wake up in the morning to a lively old poochy again. There was no scent of garbage on him and his head wouldn't lift off the floor even for some late night kibble.
Unfortunately when we woke up his condition deteriorated. He finally got up from his dog bed only to collapse against the hallway trying to get to his water dish. I lifted him back to his bed and we had attempted to stand him up for breakfast but he was glued to the floor. My heart was sinking. I fought back tears and thoughts creeping into my mind that things were taking a turn for the worst. He wouldn't eat kibble and wouldn't even touch a steak we tearfully cooked for him.
We were planning a family dinner at my mothers and figured we should really take Buddy as his life seemed to be slipping away at a fast pace. I drove slowly and my exchange students kept a watchful eye, but he became incontinent just before pulling into the driveway and the tears were even harder to hold back. We carefully lifted him out of the vehicle, cleaned him up and his legs quivered as he lost control of his bladder as well. When we brought him inside there was a lot of silence for minutes as my mom skimmed through the phone book to check for an emergency pet hospital to take him to. We knew it wasn't for a check up and that it would be to let our canine family member leave this life in peace. I went to the washroom to get some toilet paper and passed my aunt who couldn't stay in the kitchen anymore with the family when I came back. I couldn't fight and hold back my tears once I returned to the sight of my stepdad, a 230lb Canadian mountain man, petting Buddy with tears streaming down his face while trying to console him. That was the breaking point, seeing a man so physically strong reduced to tears as his family member, not a "pet", slipped away helplessly.
It was a bitter sweet situation that we had happened to have organized a big family dinner this weekend because all of my immediate family, save for my youngest brother, was able to make it to the veterinary hospital to be with Buddy as we euthanized him. The vet concluded that cancerous tumors and/or cysts had broken around his organs causing internal bleeding which had spread to his lungs causing a shortness of breath. They had quickly prepared an intravenous catheter to deliver pain medication as well as a room where we could say our goodbyes and comfort him as he passed on. When we gave the go-ahead, it was no more than 10 seconds before he was gone. I know that for some it would seem as though it's nothing more than an animal that we sheltered for our convoluted reasons and that it's irrational to grow so attached to an animal - for dog lovers there are no words to explain just how completely wrong that is. Buddy passed away peacefully at 6:10pm, March 24, 2012.
To pay respect, grieve, and to abstain from negativity I will be taking a leave from posting on Getbig. I don't mean to be a drama queen, but I don't want to pollute my mind with bullshit for a little while. It will be somewhat of a mental cleanse. I'll be back somewhere down the road if anyone cares. I'd like to share a few quick photos that bring a smile to my face as well. I'm pulling a hard drive out from an old computer to make sure I've retrieved every last image of him I could find. We thankfully have thousands of pictures of him, but they can only provide a marginal amount of comfort as he was the best dog and one of the best living beings I have ever loved. Best wishes to everyone here, even phaggots like Goodrum, but especially to those who are dog lovers as well. You guys understand how unimaginably special these creatures are. I still have two which I love with all my heart, and I can sense that they're aware of Buddy's passing as well. Dogs are very special creatures and I empathize with anyone who's had to endure the passing of their dog. If I ever truly become a man, it will have been through emulating the insurmountable compassion and love that Buddy showed to everyone he had met.
tl;dr version:
- dog died this weekend
- heart is absolutely fucking crushed :(
P.S. Mods, please don't move this thread. I threw down a front double bi's and a most muscular after taking a shower this morning and looked like a bag of smashed assholes. Now this thread is bodybuilding related. Cheers.
Truly sorry for your loss dustin.
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Dustin, I'm sorry for your loss. I know it is hard to lose a beloved pet. :'(
Does anyone know what breed of dog lives the longest? And which the shortest? Years, ago, I recall hearing that little dogs live longer and the bigger the dog the shorter the lifespan. Is that generally true?
Yes, smaller to medium sized dogs (like up to ~45lbs) generally live longer, as do females. Giant breeds (like Great Danes) tend to live the shortest, as do smoosh faced breeds. Mixed breeds tend to have fewer health issues overall. Avoid the so-called "designer" breeds (like the doodles & tinys). People seem to think you'll get the best of both breeds ::) You could end up with the worst of both.
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sorry for your loss :'(
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Dustin, as a person who grew up with dogs and seen them die, I give you my condolences. Take care bud
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My dog died after finals of my senior year were finished, and I buried her at a pet cemetary 2 days before I walked for graduation. A fraternity brother made fun of me for being so upset about my dog. I knocked him out cold.
Excellent
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Beautiful dog,
PIP & RIP...
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Excellent
He actually joked that because my dog was a female, that it was my first piece of ass.
He met his first piece of fist.
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Sorry for your loss Dustin. It's always rough when they go like that.
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He actually joked that because my dog was a female, that it was my first piece of ass.
He met his first piece of fist.
That is one badass line right there. Getbig shirt!
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Dogs > (mexican, indian and chinese people)
fixed for racism
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13 years is about 91 dog years correct? That is a long life for a dog. PIP furry one. Are you going to look to adopt a new dog? You won't be able to replace him, but that shouldn't be the plan either. You should help out a homeless little fur ball and give him a home and lots of love.
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"one of the best living beings I have ever loved"
pretty good phrasing. if you love a living being doesn't really matter what it is IMO
i had a dog that i grew up with basically, who had to go. that was easily one of the worst things in my life and we hoped for recovery but in the end you have to draw the line with dogs, sadly
knowing that you did the right thing and ended total suffering is a small consolation but it something at least
and that you're not alone in these feelings and remember to accept that it can take some time to recover.
take care
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A fraternity brother made fun of me for being so upset about my dog. I knocked him out cold.
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Sry to hear budd, my condolences and always remember the good times u guys had...my best pal died when he was 16.5 years old, every time i remember him i have a tear in my eye and a smile in my face for the memories are so deep and joyfull.
Hang in there bud, all the best.
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Very sorry to hear Dustin. :'(
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Thanks for the kind words, fellas. Just logged in to post one last picture. It was the last picture I took of him.
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That's a very sad pic Dustin. :-[
Sorry for your loss brother.
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Sorry to hear this dustin.
It's hard to put an animal down, but sometimes it must be done.
My lab was full of cancer and went very similar to the way your dog did; he couldn't even stand up. It was rough putting him down after 16 faithful years.
Take care bro.
8)
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He actually joked that because my dog was a female, that it was my first piece of ass.
He met his first piece of fist.
Hopefully when he woke up you knocked him the fuck out again....one for you, one for you dog.
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Sorry to hear about this. I have pictures of my black lab from when I was growing up right here on my desk.
But... what was that crap about drowning kittens? Tell me that wasn't true?!
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Sorry to hear man - I've had many dogs and it always upsets me when they die.
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Sorry to hear.
What did he die from?
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I appreciate the kind words again, guys. They think Buddy had tumors on his kidneys and/or liver and they burst, spreading blood into his abdomen and lungs. I feel consumed with guilt because I'm afraid I might have hit him too hard in the side and might have been the one to rupture something. I always rough house with my pets but I've never hit them on the level one would consider abuse, and I always thought I was careful not to play with him too aggressively because of his age and declining health.
Maybe I just have too much on my mind because I know people can blame themselves when they grieve, but I don't know what to think. My wife's been crying uncontrollably so I've been trying to calm my mind and be supportive for her. I thought I loved Buddy, but damn, my wife was IN love with the poor old mutt. It tears my heart out to see my wife collapse in tears. But I'm doing what I can to be strong and take care of my family. We sure loved that stinky old pooch.
I came on here because I just got a text from my brother too. He said my mom called from the hospital because my stepdad might have cancer and something's seriously fucked up with his health. There's a tumor on his kidneys and possibly his liver. She works at the hospital so thankfully we should get preferential treatment and really quick test results. I don't know what to make of it. I have no idea what tests they're doing or when to expect to hear back. Just sitting tight and hoping for the best.
My stepdad has drank a lot of beer in his life time and he's had gout and other health issues. Nothing major or anything, and he's young as shit (he's only turning 45 in May) so this is fucked up. My mom was visiting me on Sunday because my exchange students wanted to cook this week's Sunday dinner but she peaced out early. My aunt and grandma-in-law were with her and she whispered in my ear that she was sorry for leaving, but my stepdad was pissing blood at home and she needed to check up on him. I thought she just meant there were specs of blood but nothing serious. She never contacted me until now so I don't know... so much shit going on.
Hope you guys can spare some more good vibes for my stepdad. I've never had more respect for anyone in my life than probably this man. He's the one person in my life I've tried to mould myself after, so any good qualities you guys have seen from me are just things I've learned from him. Thanks for letting me vent.
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Prayers and good vibes your way Dustin. I hope everything works out. We miss you here.
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Hoping everything goes well over here bud!
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Dustin, get a new puppy man. While Buddy can never be replaced, you will be able to hear Buddy's approval through your new puppy's barks.
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I appreciate the kind words again, guys. They think Buddy had tumors on his kidneys and/or liver and they burst, spreading blood into his abdomen and lungs. I feel consumed with guilt because I'm afraid I might have hit him too hard in the side and might have been the one to rupture something. I always rough house with my pets but I've never hit them on the level one would consider abuse, and I always thought I was careful not to play with him too aggressively because of his age and declining health.
Maybe I just have too much on my mind because I know people can blame themselves when they grieve, but I don't know what to think. My wife's been crying uncontrollably so I've been trying to calm my mind and be supportive for her. I thought I loved Buddy, but damn, my wife was IN love with the poor old mutt. It tears my heart out to see my wife collapse in tears. But I'm doing what I can to be strong and take care of my family. We sure loved that stinky old pooch.
Sorry for your loss man.
I know your pain all to well, as my bud of 11 and a half was put down just 3 weeks ago. I get choked up thinking about him. Still havent even put his bed away. Its so easy to feel guilt about the times I was tough on him and I wonder if there was anything I could have done differntly that could have changed the outcome. But, when I reflect more, I realize the truth is my dog had a wonderful life and was loved, just as it's easy to see your guy had a great life too, all thanks to you.
Sending good vibes your way for your step dad.
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Sorry to hear about your stepdad Dustin,I hope things work out for him and that he makes a full recovery.
Hang in bro! ;)
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Sorry to hear about your loss, feel better. I love dogs myself.
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Sorry for your loss man.
I know your pain all to well, as my bud of 11 and a half was put down just 3 weeks ago. I get choked up thinking about him. Still havent even put his bed away. Its so easy to feel guilt about the times I was tough on him and I wonder if there was anything I could have done differntly that could have changed the outcome. But, when I reflect more, I realize the truth is my dog had a wonderful life and was loved, just as it's easy to see your guy had a great life too, all thanks to you.
Sending good vibes your way for your step dad.
I didnt move my dogs bowl for a month....didn't move the bed for the same amount of time. In fact, the other dog I have actually rarely, if ever, slept in her bed when she was around...slept in her bed more frequently. Choked me up to see that.
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Hey guys, I know there are a lot of dog lovers and I just wanted to share a bit about our heart breaking weekend. My best friend, Buddy, passed away just 6 weeks shy of his 13th birthday.
Friday night I accidentally left our back door open and heard our wiener dog down the road barking, so I ran outside to chase him. Our pit puppy was digging in the trash and Buddy sorrowfully wandered out from the dark forest with his head held down. I thought he got into the trash can too as he has a very shameful look when does something wrong, but he just looked very depressed and was coughing up lots of clear fluid. I stopped scolding him when I realized something was wrong and preyed that we'd wake up in the morning to a lively old poochy again. There was no scent of garbage on him and his head wouldn't lift off the floor even for some late night kibble.
Unfortunately when we woke up his condition deteriorated. He finally got up from his dog bed only to collapse against the hallway trying to get to his water dish. I lifted him back to his bed and we had attempted to stand him up for breakfast but he was glued to the floor. My heart was sinking. I fought back tears and thoughts creeping into my mind that things were taking a turn for the worst. He wouldn't eat kibble and wouldn't even touch a steak we tearfully cooked for him.
We were planning a family dinner at my mothers and figured we should really take Buddy as his life seemed to be slipping away at a fast pace. I drove slowly and my exchange students kept a watchful eye, but he became incontinent just before pulling into the driveway and the tears were even harder to hold back. We carefully lifted him out of the vehicle, cleaned him up and his legs quivered as he lost control of his bladder as well. When we brought him inside there was a lot of silence for minutes as my mom skimmed through the phone book to check for an emergency pet hospital to take him to. We knew it wasn't for a check up and that it would be to let our canine family member leave this life in peace. I went to the washroom to get some toilet paper and passed my aunt who couldn't stay in the kitchen anymore with the family when I came back. I couldn't fight and hold back my tears once I returned to the sight of my stepdad, a 230lb Canadian mountain man, petting Buddy with tears streaming down his face while trying to console him. That was the breaking point, seeing a man so physically strong reduced to tears as his family member, not a "pet", slipped away helplessly.
It was a bitter sweet situation that we had happened to have organized a big family dinner this weekend because all of my immediate family, save for my youngest brother, was able to make it to the veterinary hospital to be with Buddy as we euthanized him. The vet concluded that cancerous tumors and/or cysts had broken around his organs causing internal bleeding which had spread to his lungs causing a shortness of breath. They had quickly prepared an intravenous catheter to deliver pain medication as well as a room where we could say our goodbyes and comfort him as he passed on. When we gave the go-ahead, it was no more than 10 seconds before he was gone. I know that for some it would seem as though it's nothing more than an animal that we sheltered for our convoluted reasons and that it's irrational to grow so attached to an animal - for dog lovers there are no words to explain just how completely wrong that is. Buddy passed away peacefully at 6:10pm, March 24, 2012.
To pay respect, grieve, and to abstain from negativity I will be taking a leave from posting on Getbig. I don't mean to be a drama queen, but I don't want to pollute my mind with bullshit for a little while. It will be somewhat of a mental cleanse. I'll be back somewhere down the road if anyone cares. I'd like to share a few quick photos that bring a smile to my face as well. I'm pulling a hard drive out from an old computer to make sure I've retrieved every last image of him I could find. We thankfully have thousands of pictures of him, but they can only provide a marginal amount of comfort as he was the best dog and one of the best living beings I have ever loved. Best wishes to everyone here, even phaggots like Goodrum, but especially to those who are dog lovers as well. You guys understand how unimaginably special these creatures are. I still have two which I love with all my heart, and I can sense that they're aware of Buddy's passing as well. Dogs are very special creatures and I empathize with anyone who's had to endure the passing of their dog. If I ever truly become a man, it will have been through emulating the insurmountable compassion and love that Buddy showed to everyone he had met.
tl;dr version:
- dog died this weekend
- heart is absolutely fucking crushed :(
P.S. Mods, please don't move this thread. I threw down a front double bi's and a most muscular after taking a shower this morning and looked like a bag of smashed assholes. Now this thread is bodybuilding related. Cheers.
I can't even imagine the feeling, goodluck man. My condolences
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Hey guys, I know there are a lot of dog lovers and I just wanted to share a bit about our heart breaking weekend. My best friend, Buddy, passed away just 6 weeks shy of his 13th birthday.
Friday night I accidentally left our back door open and heard our wiener dog down the road barking, so I ran outside to chase him. Our pit puppy was digging in the trash and Buddy sorrowfully wandered out from the dark forest with his head held down. I thought he got into the trash can too as he has a very shameful look when does something wrong, but he just looked very depressed and was coughing up lots of clear fluid. I stopped scolding him when I realized something was wrong and preyed that we'd wake up in the morning to a lively old poochy again. There was no scent of garbage on him and his head wouldn't lift off the floor even for some late night kibble.
Unfortunately when we woke up his condition deteriorated. He finally got up from his dog bed only to collapse against the hallway trying to get to his water dish. I lifted him back to his bed and we had attempted to stand him up for breakfast but he was glued to the floor. My heart was sinking. I fought back tears and thoughts creeping into my mind that things were taking a turn for the worst. He wouldn't eat kibble and wouldn't even touch a steak we tearfully cooked for him.
We were planning a family dinner at my mothers and figured we should really take Buddy as his life seemed to be slipping away at a fast pace. I drove slowly and my exchange students kept a watchful eye, but he became incontinent just before pulling into the driveway and the tears were even harder to hold back. We carefully lifted him out of the vehicle, cleaned him up and his legs quivered as he lost control of his bladder as well. When we brought him inside there was a lot of silence for minutes as my mom skimmed through the phone book to check for an emergency pet hospital to take him to. We knew it wasn't for a check up and that it would be to let our canine family member leave this life in peace. I went to the washroom to get some toilet paper and passed my aunt who couldn't stay in the kitchen anymore with the family when I came back. I couldn't fight and hold back my tears once I returned to the sight of my stepdad, a 230lb Canadian mountain man, petting Buddy with tears streaming down his face while trying to console him. That was the breaking point, seeing a man so physically strong reduced to tears as his family member, not a "pet", slipped away helplessly.
It was a bitter sweet situation that we had happened to have organized a big family dinner this weekend because all of my immediate family, save for my youngest brother, was able to make it to the veterinary hospital to be with Buddy as we euthanized him. The vet concluded that cancerous tumors and/or cysts had broken around his organs causing internal bleeding which had spread to his lungs causing a shortness of breath. They had quickly prepared an intravenous catheter to deliver pain medication as well as a room where we could say our goodbyes and comfort him as he passed on. When we gave the go-ahead, it was no more than 10 seconds before he was gone. I know that for some it would seem as though it's nothing more than an animal that we sheltered for our convoluted reasons and that it's irrational to grow so attached to an animal - for dog lovers there are no words to explain just how completely wrong that is. Buddy passed away peacefully at 6:10pm, March 24, 2012.
To pay respect, grieve, and to abstain from negativity I will be taking a leave from posting on Getbig. I don't mean to be a drama queen, but I don't want to pollute my mind with bullshit for a little while. It will be somewhat of a mental cleanse. I'll be back somewhere down the road if anyone cares. I'd like to share a few quick photos that bring a smile to my face as well. I'm pulling a hard drive out from an old computer to make sure I've retrieved every last image of him I could find. We thankfully have thousands of pictures of him, but they can only provide a marginal amount of comfort as he was the best dog and one of the best living beings I have ever loved. Best wishes to everyone here, even phaggots like Goodrum, but especially to those who are dog lovers as well. You guys understand how unimaginably special these creatures are. I still have two which I love with all my heart, and I can sense that they're aware of Buddy's passing as well. Dogs are very special creatures and I empathize with anyone who's had to endure the passing of their dog. If I ever truly become a man, it will have been through emulating the insurmountable compassion and love that Buddy showed to everyone he had met.
tl;dr version:
- dog died this weekend
- heart is absolutely fucking crushed :(
P.S. Mods, please don't move this thread. I threw down a front double bi's and a most muscular after taking a shower this morning and looked like a bag of smashed assholes. Now this thread is bodybuilding related. Cheers.
dont know if you are a vegetarian but something to be considired , if you dont take a life from an animal maybe youll be able to keep a life of a new animal next time. The universe works in a weird karmatic way if you havent caught on by now
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dont know if you are a vegetarian but something to be considired , if you dont take a life from an animal maybe youll be able to keep a life of a new animal next time. The universe works in a weird karmatic way if you havent caught on by now
yeah and why dont you shut the fuck up you dumbfuck...have a little respect for the man and his painfull loss of his best friend....
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both my dogs died in a six month span last year, they each lived 14 years. i was cryin like a bitch at the animal hospital when they got put to sleep, im still messed up over it and its been about a year now. theres a good poem on the internet called ( the rainbow bridge ) check it out
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Thanks for the kind words, fellas. Just logged in to post one last picture. It was the last picture I took of him.
Lucy kept trying to encourage Buddy to play Saturday morning, but when he couldn't get up you could literally see her heart breaking as she began cluing in on the situation. She's normally very vocal but just laid with him for his last few hours in silence. Ronnie could sense that something was wrong immediately and also stuck by his side.
They've been sleeping in our bedroom the last couple of nights and it's sad to see how it's affected them. Before we even had a chance to display emotions with our faces or body language, they were already very mellow and looked depressed when we came home. It is amazing to see how loving and intuitive they are, but it's also very heart breaking. Thankfully on both Saturday and Sunday we had massive family dinners, so it couldn't have been a better time for him to have passed. Lots of family and lots of support for each other. Thanks for your support too, guys.
Wow. Is it dusty in here, or what?
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yeah and why dont you shut the fuck up you dumbfuck...have a little respect for the man and his painfull loss of his best friend....
Johnny's head looks better on a BBQ stick
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Johnny's head looks better on a BBQ stick
John's head looks better with a little tibetian munk treatment.... ;)
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John's head looks better with a little tibetian munk treatment.... ;)
LOL!
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aw man that's sad :'( have you thought about getting him stuffed so you can still stroke him n stuff ?
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you can nto replace a dog,, learn it ! like you can not replace a child ,, he is now suffering and it doesnt just go away ,, it stays in litle place in the heart for FUCKING EVER ,, it never leaves you ,, now he is looking for everything he ever had with him ,, all the memorys coming up ,, this was his BEST FRIEND you didnt hear that? you know what is best friend 13 years to raise him from nothing through all the years to se him growing and getting oldl ,, fuck hav esome tact
his loss is TRE MEN DOUS ,,no one can know what it is beside him ,, you only know it if you had your own BEST friend who left and even then its very individual ,, it can not be replaced ever...yes others will come but never another one like him ,, NEVER EVER
gh15 approved
GH15 - EXACTLY RIGHT
DUSTIN - SO SORRY ABOUT YOUR LOSS
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That's Horrible! here is my weiner dogg I love the little guy! Its hard dogs are like your kids
I have a Weiner/ Minpin mix.... dogs are GREAT ....
Here is Rocky...
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Thanks again, fellas. Buddy's ashes haven't arrived yet but I still have until the end of tomorrow to hear back, then I'll be gone for a nice long weekend to visit my relatives in the US. We're going to spread his ashes around his favourite lake as we figured that would be the most appropriate way to honour his passing.
My weiner dog Ronnie has been really blue this week and Lucy our pit puppy also seems to be really mellow as well, which is something I've never seen before. I don't know know if we're just imagining it either, but it looks like Ronnie either has some eye problems or he's been crying... I'm not joking. His eyes are all wet and he looks really depressed. I've been trying to stay positive for my family but I know they can totally pick up on it. Such amazing animals. Humans could learn a thing or two from them.
Just got back from the hospital but the urologist didn't show up on time. Got to work late and received a text saying that it's benign, just an angiomyolipoma causing haemorrhaging. But because there's so much blood they're wanting to run more tests in a few weeks to make sure there's nothing malignant. Pretty good news for now.
Spent a few hours backing up old hard drives and retrieving pictures from spare memory cards and discs. Found a picture of Buddy and I in 2003. I was probably 110lbs here lol... it was pretty awesome to find all the old pictures I had thought were gone. BTW, this image looks like it was taken with a fucking tennis ball lol 8)
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Sorry about your loss Dustin.
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Sorry for your loss.
Think of the many good years you had with him :)