At 12/31/12 10:34 AM, Otto wrote:
I really know how that feels. I got home from school and my dad was crying (never seen in my life this madness). Similar scenario where she could've had the operation, and money was no object over love like that, but it would've only bought her another week, maybe two, of quite serious pain. Her stomach and insides had all twisted round and she swelled right up. She was noble the whole time; very stoic old girl.
Yeah my dad came over to say goodbye and I never seen him so broken up. Probably had to do with him not living with me and mum anymore and he would walk her everyday in the morning and he missed that after he left. They did have a bond, not like me and Frankie but he always missed it once he left mum too.
Twisted gut? I hear thats terrible. Ours had cancer in her spleen. Problem was we had no clue and the dog didn't show one single sign of illness, not even the morning she actually did turn ill so quickly. She was fine when I let her out in the morning at 6.30am and then by 10am she was terribly anemia. Found out later that something had ruptured and she could barely walk 30 steps without needing to lie down, it was heartbreathing to see as shes a collie and no matter what she would be out walking if she could. So it was too late by then for anything other than pure luck. They later told me that even doing an operation, if she made it that the cancer probably had passed on. Too many ifs and buts and we never wanted her in pain which she never was, she was just incredibly weak when she died. Still hurts blindingly.
Make a little grave in your garden for your dog, that's what we did. It helps. And the funny thing is I think the dog we got a year after knows she's buried there, because it's the only part of the garden he's never done a shit. My condolences again Gags.
Dogs are funny creatures I swear. Like they have what we call a sixth sense. The only time Frankie brought up head up was when the vets came over to put her down, from the look of her she just knew what was going to happen.
Anyway, I want to scatter her ashes. Like I said, she was a collie and just loved being out. I want to scatter her ashes where we used to walk. It was probably where she was happiest. A kind of grave would be nice but we rent this house, we won't be here forever. I will keep some ashes back though to put into a necklace or something.
Sorry if no one stops me I will turn this into "Gagsy misses her dog" not the "NG London Meet IX 2013" thread.
missin' ya Zena
Fucking dogs Otto. Why must we care so much about those silly little lovable animals?