Daisy's gone.

My mom and dad adopted Daisy in 2003. She came from the Humane Society and was of undetermined breed, although I believe she was part poodle. She was very shy and hid in the corners and under tables, but eventually gained confidence and started to trust us. They passed away in 2003, so I took Daisy’s care upon myself. I also had my own dog at the time and they got along well. They were both easy to take care of and Daisy eventually began to trust and to love me. She had a very gentle spirit, so it was easy to be patient until she came around.

Over time, she began to have health problems. She started losing her vision and became blind. But she adapted well. She had enough of a mental map to navigate around the house with confidence. She always knew where her food and water were and still went to the door to be let outside.

She began developing problems with her kidneys. She had had a few blood tests and her renal values began dropping. She started losing her appetite and began to lose weight. Last Thursday she stopped eating altogether. She wouldn’t take treats, or burger style dog food, or anything that would normally tempt her. I took her to the veterinarian today and had an honest discussion with the doctor. She said Daisy’s chances were guarded to poor. She could give her IV fluids and Daisy might feel better for a few days, then turn around and worsen. I had already come to the decision to have her out to sleep because I didn’t want to see her die of starvation. What a Catch 22, eh? After discussing Daisy’s options with the vet, she assured me I wasn’t rushing into the decision, that the prognosis for the dog was poor, and I would be doing her a kindness.

They put a catheter in her leg, then returned her to the exam room so I could say my good-byes. I stroked her head and told her I was so sorry. Then the vet and her assistant came back in the room and lifted Daisy onto the table. I stood at Daisy’s head and stroked and comforted her. The vet injected her catheter with the anesthetic and Daisy gradually went limp, lay down and closed her eyes. The vet listened to her heart and told me she was indeed gone.

I took a few more minutes to compose myself, then I took Daisy’s leash and collar off, thanked the vet and came home.

I had more time with Daisy than my parents did with her. She was only seven. I still have another dog, a great black Lab named Brewster. He’s young and healthy, but I don’t think I’ll get a second dog. I don’t have the health to take care of two dogs anymore, I’ll just love Brewster up for the next 10 years or how ever many we’re fortunate enough to have.

I know this post sounds pretty dry and clinical, but I’m shedding tears. I’m one of those people who has trouble conveying emotion in my words. I’ve had to have dogs put down before, and it never gets easier. You do what you can to take care of a pet, but at the end of every life there’s death, and if you want the joy of owning a dog, you have to deal with the heartbreak. But at the end, no matter what happens, you do what you do out of love for the animal. That’s what makes it hard, finding a balance between keeping the dog alive out of selfishness and knowing when to let go for the sake of not causing the dog any more suffering. At least Daisy was alert and responsive until the end. She was able to function almost normally. She even jumped up on the couch yesterday to take a nap and I didn’t have the heart to tell her to get down. She was able to face her end with far more dignity than I.

I can relate. See my Fuck, here goes the cat thread in the BBQ pit for tear jerking details.

It really doesnt get easier. Even with pets. Stuff like this makes me think hell no on the would you consider near immortality discussions.

My condolences. You did the right thing, but I can certainly relate that it wasnt the easy thing by any stretch of the imagination.

Crap, I am crying again :frowning:

Thanks, Billfish. I guess the most terrible thing is Daisy was my last tangible link to my parents, originally having been their dog, and all. Now that’s gone, and I don’t have anything.

She was way too young for blindness and kidney problems and other health problems. I think she may have originally come from a puppy mill before making her way to the Humane Society. You see congenital defects in those dogs more than others due to a lack of genetic diversity.

I am sorry to hear about your loss.

It is hard to let a beloved pet go. I had to put my Cassie Girl down in October. Her kidneys failed and at 16 years old there was really not much more to do.

She was alert and her mind was fine but her body gave up. I think that was the hardest part. She was young in heart and mind.

I have on old one now that is 15 and she is losing her sight and hearing. She was never swift in the mind very much but she is a good dog but I do not see her making it though the winter. Her legs and hips are not holding up well. I have only had her two years. I adopted her at 13. She had no manners, never walked right on a leash and she did not care for the cats but she deals with them ONLY because she is out numbered.

She has started to growl and snap at the other dogs and I am sure it because she can not see them anymore. I feel bad but I know her time is coming.

You saved the dog for a while and that is all we can do sometimes. I saved my Hanna even if it was only for two to three years but she is comfortable, well fed and she can inspect her yard, takes her a long time, but she still does it.

You did what you could and made her comfortable. Sometimes that is all we can do.

My condolences. I lost my beloved cat “Baby” several months ago, but the hurt remains. I think it’s because I wasn’t around when she passed. I gave her to my parents when I moved to an apartment that didn’t allow pets. She started losing weight about this time last year, but all of us thought nothing of it because my parents had adopted a new, rambunctious dog. We all thought that she was just nervous around him. Now we know different.

She’s buried in my parents’ back yard. I still think about her. She was one in a million. She loved to be held, and loved to lick! If the mood caught her just right, she would start grooming your hair if she was lying above your head. And did she ever purr…

I’m a great big softy when it comes to animals.

The loss of a loved pet it a deep sadness. Nothing that I say will make it less so, but I will keep you in my thoughts.

You have my heartfelt condolences. I went through the same thing 18 months ago (Buddy); and I still miss him.
Console yourself that you gave Daisy a good life, and stopped her from suffering at the end. Hold on to the good memories, and be strong!

So sorry to hear it. I recently lost a Daisy too. It’s very sad.