I’m so sorry, Persephone. Sounds like you lost a great little guy, but you made him part of your family and no dog asks for more.
It might be hard on you but, as attached as your grandmother was to Teddy, it might be better for her if she doesn’t know. She’s already had to give him up once, even though it was into your loving care. She’s already had so many “goodbyes”. It might be kinder to let her first goodbye to Teddy stand.
Veb
Awww. Sorry about your loss. Teddy was lucky to have you, too. – Dog lover
Sorry you had to plant the little bloke. Please know that my heart goes out to you. Losing a furry friend is never easy.
Losing a dog can be as painful as any other member of your family. Having to live through two dogs I grew up with get put down within three yeares of each other, I know the feeling. You’ll get through this, I know you will. At least he died peacefully in his sleep, and not in a lot of pain. After having such a loyal, loving companion it’s hard to live without one. After the grieving is over, a new dog might be the right choice to fill some of the void Teddy left.
How sad.
How we wished that our dear Miss Emily would just curl up in a warm spot one day and drift into an eternal snooze. Unfortunately she did not go gentle into that good night. Teddy was lucky that his life story had such a peaceful conclusion.
Persephone, I’m sorry for your loss.
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Sorry to hear about the pup, Persephone.
My own is pushing 15 now, getting a wee bit of cataract (he barks at things he should be recognizing, like our cats, until he figures out they belong there) and he has to pee frequently, and doesn’t eat as much. I’ve hope for him yet, keeping him exercised and watching how he eats and such. He’s still got guts enough to try and drag me off after a female in heat! (he’s a full male)
I wuvs mah puppy.
Sorry to hear about your loss.
I’m sure he had a good life with you and your family.
Persephone, my condolences. At least Teddy had the grace of easing onyond in his favorite spot. And I know his life with y’all, and Great Gran, was a wonderful one.
As to telling your great grandma, ask her daughter, and daughter’s daughter to help you make the decision. That’d be the best one.
Thank you all for the good thoughts and condolences.
As for whether or not I’m going to tell my great-grandma, I feel like I have to. She’s not senile or anything, and the facility where she lives now allows pets to visit. We took Teddy up there sometimes to see her, and that always brightened both of their days.
My great-grandma isn’t on her deathbed, either. She’s really, really old, but she’s not dying. Last year, her kidneys failed. But she got better. I kid you not. Spent a month in the hospital, but she got better.
I have to tell her about Teddy. My great-grandma could be around for a few more years. My grandma (great-grandma’s daughter) passed away two years ago, so I don’t have her to consult with. I’ve spoken with my mom, and she agrees that Great-Grandma needs to be told. If I don’t tell her, and she finds out through the grapevine or something…oh man, the rest of my family would have me tarred and feathered.
Thanks again, my friends.
Love, Cristi
Clancy the Beagle is wondering why she just got an extra long hug this afternoon.
Peace, Cristi.
Rather than start a new thread, do you mind if I put this here.
Today has not been a good day for my mom.
The morning newpaper didn’t come and she had a terrible time with the phone service for the LATimes. It took her forever to get thru and she must have pushed buttons forever.
We were talking and I mentioned that my sister’s boyfriend has to go. He is a leach and I feel like I have Kato Kaelin staying with me. I said I would talk with them but mom said she would. I guess she was afraid I would just go in and say “get out of my house and stay out and by the way buy me a new toothbrush and don’t ever use mine again you leach!”
Then the paper person came to the door and my dog did her usual barking and jumping–it was a friendly bark this morning but if you don’t know that she sounds vicious. So mom grabbed her collar and was pulled over with her chair and got a huge gash on her hand and just tore the skin back in two places. We worry about her with major cuts cause she is on Coumadin so blood clotting could be a problem. Dad was bandaging it up and putting ointment on it. Mom said it was really, really painful.
They go into their bedroom and that is when they found Mugsy. Mugsy was sleeping his final rest. Mugsy was a 17 year old Pug. My mom felt bad that she wasn’t there at the end. My brother and I dug a hole and we buried Mugsy under the banana tree. Mom was inconsolable even though he had been slowing down recently. She loved that dog and in turn Mugsy adored her.
I stopped at the pound on the way to work but they didn’t have a dog that was small but playful. Mom and dad can’t deal with a big dog but my dog is very active so it needs to be able to play and play and play. I am going to continue looking for a dog and hopefully find one to give to her for Christmas.
So Persephone I know how you feel. Dogs are great.
yep, telling is the right thing. a buddy of mine had a grandma in a facility that allowed pet visits. her dog had lived in the country all his life. when she moved there she made her children promise that they would keep the dog on the farm until…
well, of course her kids knew better and her daughter took the dog to her house in the city. he got scared and ran out of the house into the street. luckily, his only injury was a broken leg when he was hit. all the kids made a pack NOT to tell momma what happened. as with all mothers her “kid’s are too quiet” sense went off and on the next visit, asked who took the dog off the farm. ya know one of those “see what shakes out of the tree” questions. they had to come clean.
i’m sorry about your pup teddy. i’m very sorry that your grandmama has to deal with his loss.
Oh, I am sorry!
We lost our old KingBeast in February. He was a big old shephard. I guess the kids don’t really remember life without him. We got a new dog a couple weeks later, but he’s mostly an outdoor dog, so he hasn’t quite taken King’s place. He’s making his own place in the family, though, which after all is fairer to him. No one should have to go through life as a replacement, and that includes dogs.
I’m glad your dog went peacefully. King died at home too, but he was concious, and kind of distressed. We thought it was just his bad hip acting up, and were quite shocked when he died. We didn’t have time to realize he was sick enough for the vet, let alone dying.
I’m sure your dog had a great life, and a peaceful death. Hugs to your G.Grandma too.