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When my dad came home that evening he sat me down and asked me if I knew what cancer was. I had an idea so I just nodded my head, he went on to tried to explain to me how bad the cancer was that my mom had been diagnosed with. Seeing my dad so afraid scared me. The fear I felt then led me to realize that I needed to try and hide it because it would only hurt my dad more to see his children so upset. I did my best to help, I tucked my little sisters into bed while my mom was away at the hospital, read them stories and did the best I could at preparing snacks to comfort them. After my mom arrived home and she recovered from the surgery she started chemotherapy. The miserable treatment that attacks the cancer also makes her very ill. Every other week she was sick. Before every bad week I wanted to cry, but that wouldn’t help anyone. Lane and Kenna already were crying, if I cried it could only hurt my parents

I did not want to see him in pain so I got the medication he needed and I took him faithfully to the hospital a few times for tests, surgeries, and fluid and vitamin injections. I knew there was a greater chance of losing him by now but I just wanted to keep him with me a little longer, I just could not stand to see him suffer. I tried to keep him as comfortable and happy as I could because he brought so much joy to me in my times of struggle. I finally decided that even after spending hundreds of dollars to keep him alive, he needed to be put down. I didnt want to make that choice but I knew it best for

When my families first Portuguese Water Dog, superb Sonoma, passed away, it was one of the most downcast days in my life. Sonoma was hard to replace, she was joyful, trustworthy, obedient, and just about the most wonderful dog you could ever meet. Sonoma lived a peaceful but much too short, ten year old life. Right up until the end of her life she was one of the most healthiest dogs around, so when a tumor burst in her pancreas it took our family by utter surprise. By the time we got to the Animal hospital, which had the unmistakable scent of sterile hallways and stale air, it was unfortunately too late to save our precious Sonoma. Which left our whole family with what felt like massive stone rocks in the pits our stomachs. While our family was melancholy about Sonoma's death it was also bittersweet. It was bitter of course, because you never realize what you have until it's gone. The sweet part of Sonoma's passing was that this end of something, was also the beginning to a new puppy, a new puppies life, and a new friend.

Although the loss of a pet is a legitimate loss, it is very different from a human loss. However, if a child was having difficulty understanding the meaning of a funeral and what it would look like, this book may be able to open the conversation as they host a funeral-like ritual at the end of the book to remember and bury Jasper.

I three summers ago my cat Pluto who had liver problems became worse, he no longer was able to eat or move and had to be put down. My parents wrapped Pluto in a blanket and handed him to me after I got in the car. After my family said goodbye the veterinarian injected a needle into his arm killing him within seconds.

One June 23rd we said goodbye to Miss Kermit, who the vet believed was suffering from liver cancer. The outward signs of her decline seemed rapid, as the green collar she wore so well became loose in a matter of a few short weeks. This beautiful mostly black cat with gorgeous emerald green eyes enjoyed lots of her favorite baby food on Sunday, but by Monday had no interest in food. We worried as she went off to the vet, and were deeply saddened when the news came.

It was scary man horrible experience now i eat it just fine. School still if bummy they don’t teach me how to do my taxes or nada i either have to hire someone to do them for me and that's an even big waist of money. The lesson i learned from last weeks obstacle is that things are going to happen and your just gonna have to deal with it. Weather it be losing someone or losing something you'll eventually find it, but it takes time to heal. Losing my dogo was hard because i am really close to her. Finding her was the greatest moment of life, she was over there having the time of her life. Then losing my other dog wasn't as hard because i wasn't as connected to her, don't get me wrong i love them both equally. We found her eventually but it took longer because we decided to eat sandwiches. Lesson learned never eat before going to look for your dog, dogs come first. Well i wrote about two different things, in journal 1 i wrote about when my first dog died, and in the second journal i wrote about when i lost my dog. So the advice i am going to offer can work for both situations. When your dog dies of old age or sickness, you have to learn to accept it there is going to be more dogs out there and sure it will not be the same connection but it’s

This is not a dying dog story, rather a dying cat story. When I was about 15 my little sister adopted a little kitten named “faithful”. At the beginning, I actually kind of liked the little thing. I remember holding it and thinking how cute it was. I hoped it would stay that way forever. Unfortunately, it did not. I learned at a very early age that kittens grow up into evil cats. God bless you if you are a cat lover, but I just do not have that spiritual gift. I digress; when the cat grew up I was outside playing catch with my dog, but this particular time I was using a tennis ball and bat. I would throw it on the ground and then wait for it to bounce and then hit it with a bat. I was doing this for a solid 5 to 10 minutes when my sister’s

I didn’t think that anything was wrong. So, once again I was wrong. I got in the car and asked him why he looked so depressed. He gave me a certain look, and I immediately knew what was wrong. It seemed as in an instant I broke into a screaming tear. No, my dog is not dead, well yet anyway.

Learning that everyone’s time is precious and we should live every moment alongside the people we love the most, because we’ll never be too sure when they’re going to leave us. Till this day it still doesn’t feel real, I keep telling myself that one day she’ll be back and everything will be ok. She was the heart and soul of our family where we all would gather at Thanksgiving time or just on a regular day. Her home was always full of joy and excitement but now it’s full of loneliness and darkness. She is gone now, to a new home, a home called

My dog died about two years ago because of my neighbor. My dog’s name was Dixie and she was a good dog and never caused any trouble. But one day after church, I went outside and saw her laying down and she looked sick. She hadn’t eaten anything the day before either, when I went around the corner of the yard I found a pie pan with poison in it. My dad and I immediately rushed off to the vet with Dixie. The vet said they didn’t know if she would make it or not, but she ended up dying in the middle of the night. I was really upset, but I was really mad at my neighbor.

Among the saddest truths about this lifetime is this: A dog’s life is significantly shorter than a human’s life. I said goodbye to my beloved Miniature Schnauzer, Samson, on March 26th, 2017. He was ten years old. It is an opinion to say that losing a pet is like losing a member of the family. The fact is, though, it is an understatement. Dogs are unique in their own ways. As it is said, “Grief is the price you pay for love.” And I paid a heavy priced that day.

I looked at my dog and made eye contact with his large brown eyes. Time seemed to slow down as I read his eyes like an open book. I still remember the look today, while I was laying on the couch next to him. It was the most terrifying sight I’ve ever seen. My dog, my best friend, and the only thing to trust me with everything calmly could show that he had accepted death. For me though he was still could wagging his tail for us. The night I saw this was October 22nd at 8:02 PM. This dog changed my entire perspective on life. He was a dog that could instantly make a room bloom as a flower would, but with joy. He loved life and those around him and that caused us to love him so much.

We all got into the car and immediately my sister was bombarded with questions. “Is he ok?”, “What happened?”, “Who is with him?” She answered each one to the best of her knowledge. She told us that his heart had stopped and started back up again, and that Mama (my Mom) and Papa (my Dad) were at the hospital with him. The car ride there was a very scary ride, because we were all so frightened by what had happened.

I remember when I was 11 years old and my dog, Happy, was sick with cancer. Since the moment we rescued Happy he was the sweetest, most energetic pet I had ever seen. He remained this way over the many years that we had him, hence, his name. I remember the day we decided it was time to let go. We took Happy to the veterinarian clinic and were taken into a little room. All four of us, my brother, my parents, and I, huddled around Happy as he was lying on the counter. The veterinarian gave us some time to spend with him alone and say our goodbyes. When she returned she asked if we were ready and gave him an injection that would take him away from this world forever. Happy was euthanized due to his illness. As terribly