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This took place last year, January 8th of 2016. On this day, my dog died. She had been having seizures, kidney failure, and all her organs were slowly beginning to lose all function. She was a boxer, and boxers normally have the life span on 9 to 10 years. She was 11, almost 12, so it was pretty rare for her breed. This was the dog that grew up with me and she was around my age. She had protected me my whole life, and she was the best dog I could’ve asked for. We eventually put her down after a few nights of seizures. She had been suffering more everyday. She was so skinny, you could see and count all of her ribs, she would hardly eat anything or drink. When she did get some food or water into her system, it would go right back out. It hurt

Why do you think he is not suffering now? (Of course, the cat at that moment had high fever, he couldn't breath, basically he was drowning in his own fluids, he wasn't eating anymore and he couldn't sleep either)

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.

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.

I went to the Kennebunk Veterinary Hospital on March 8, 2016. This was my fourth week of clinicals but my first day at this site. I went there around ten minutes early and they took me right back. Everyone was very nice and welcoming towards me. My supervisor was not there but she should be next week. When I got to the back room I met all of their doctors, Dr. Shively, Dr. Odrzywolski, and Dr. Porell. I shook hands with them and introduced myself. They then brought me over to one of their veterinary technician, Kathy. She was very nice and gave me a tour of the place. She introduced me to the other technicians and the office staff then showed me the patient rooms. Kathy also showed me their back room where they keep the pets that are staying overnight and their cat that lives there. She was also showing me how

Quinley and her parents decided that they need to go to Florida to do the surgery. Her parents didn't even want to think of how much money it was going to cost to go to Florida but they knew going there was going to be the best choice. The only bad thing about Quinley going down to Florida was that her dad, Chris, can't go with. Instead her grandma, Jean, and mom, Natalie, took her. They got down to Florida as soon as possible and the surgery had started. This side didn't take as long and that was a good thing because that means the surgery went well too. Quinley had to stay at the hospital for a few days but the good thing about that was she got a physical therapist down there that helped her try to get a little strength in her leg before she got to leave to go back to Iowa. The plane ride wasn't as bad as Quinley thought it would be. She got a good seat that was in the front so she could extend her leg out so it wasn't as uncomfortable. The plane ride only took three hours and those hours didn't seem very long. When she got to the airport her dad and grandpa were waiting there for her. Quinley was ready to go home and when they got there her brothers and cousins were there waiting for

Papa was 93 years old but in remarkably good shape, and death was the last thing on any of our minds. We weren’t fools; we knew that we only had a handful of years left with Papa. However, never did we think to count time in months. Never did we expect this to be our last day with Papa. In a way, however, it couldn’t have ended more fittingly. Papa passed away in the land that brought him the brightest days of his life, in the city that was entangled with his very

Since my cat Muffin was euthanized (put to sleep) three years ago, I have always found a desire to help animals. I was really sad when Muffin got really sick and I felt helpless to her. She had two surgeries but the vet still couldn’t find out what was wrong.

Polly was a thirteen year old boxer. Around February of two thousand and twelve Jimmy had gotten up for work and went to let Polly out that morning. She could not get up on her own. Jimmy immediately called me on the phone to tell me what was going on, I told

It's awful. I hate going to vet because I'm so fearful they will give us similar news or just try to sell us something we don't need. It's so sad doggies don't live longer. Our doggies have been there thru good times and bad and true members of the family. I truly feel your pain. A couple months ago when Decky almost passed I was basket case and it hurt more than I ever could of imagined. So sorry for you guys. I know flames knows she is

One day when I arrived to my pawpaw’s house, I noticed his health was declining. The hospice nurse walked up to my mother, and I overheard her say, “I would give him three more days.” When I overheard this, I ran into the bathroom because I did not want anyone to see me cry. Luckily, Maggie was with me and she comforted me. Sadly, the Hospice nurse was right. Three days later, my family and I stood beside him as he took his last

Izzy would not eat, and she hardly drank anything. My parents knew that Izzy had something wrong, so we all loaded into the car knowing what would happen at the clinic. Once we got situated, the vet told us how he would put Izzy down. All three children had the opportunity to say good-bye to Izzy, to tell her how much we loved her, and to stay in the room while the vet euthanized Izzy. I knew I wanted to stay with Izzy to the end; my brother did not want to watch, so he and my dad went out to the car. Watching as the vet shaved part of her paw and stuck the needle into the shaved part of her paw, I cried and petted Izzy. Leaving the vet did not feel right because I would never see Izzy

The first and most painful stitch occurred at the age of 10. Young Gracie witnessed her granddad, better known as Paw-Paw, take his last breath. “He was one of my best friends. I loved him and went to see him all the time.” Paw-Paw was diagnosed with cancer in January, and by the end of February he had passed away. “I had been warned, and I was with him almost every day as he got sick.” You might expect someone in this situation to experience anger and shock over this sudden death. This was not the case with Gracie. She was blessed, for the first time, with God’s grace. ”It [his death] gave me closure and made me grow up. I feel like if I hadn’t watched him take his last breath I wouldn’t have handled it the way I did.”

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