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My dog died a few hours ago, and it is quite sad.
His name was Max, and he was a black lab-english setter mix, aged 11.
It's all really surreal at this point, but I think I'm finally starting to feel it. I've never watched anyone die before, and it was an awful experience, because he was in a lot of pain, and we couldn't do anything to ease it. We tried every veterinary office, every on-call emergency vet, but none of them were open because it is Sunday. The vet office said we could bring him in (which I thought was a bit stupid, because I told them he was having seizures). Yes, I will pick up my seizing dog and drive him to your office at once! It was very distressing, but I had to make many phone calls, since my sister and mother were crying and couldn't keep their composure long enough to make so many calls.
Either way, I'm a bit down, and it's becoming more real every time I recall his death. In films they make it seem much cleaner and quicker, but when someone dies in this manner it is neither. I assumed this was true, but experiencing it firsthand was something different.
I went to check on him this morning, and when I came down he looked around in confusion. I sat right next to him, but he couldn't see me at all. He was completely blind. In hindsight that should have been an indication of an impending seizure, but at the time I didn't really consider it. I just knew he was going to die, but did not expect him to suffer so much.
My nightmares should have been an indication-- in the past week I had four nightmares-- which is unusual, because my typical set of nightmares come in threes. That was the first sign. The second was that two of them involved the death of my dog, even though he was quite well at the time I had the nightmares. He seemed to be recovering, and was eating healthy again and had perked right up! I was very happy, but apparently my subconscious knew otherwise. I assume that my nightmares are the reason I was not as outwardly devastated as the rest of my family (even my dad cried-- I have never seen him do so before). Somehow, I already knew it was coming, and I guess my subconscious was right. Regardless, I will remember that normal nightmares come in sets of three (for me) and that a fourth is a warning.
Has anyone ever lost a pet? If you would like to share, I'm sure it would benefit both parties. Thank you.
-R
His name was Max, and he was a black lab-english setter mix, aged 11.
It's all really surreal at this point, but I think I'm finally starting to feel it. I've never watched anyone die before, and it was an awful experience, because he was in a lot of pain, and we couldn't do anything to ease it. We tried every veterinary office, every on-call emergency vet, but none of them were open because it is Sunday. The vet office said we could bring him in (which I thought was a bit stupid, because I told them he was having seizures). Yes, I will pick up my seizing dog and drive him to your office at once! It was very distressing, but I had to make many phone calls, since my sister and mother were crying and couldn't keep their composure long enough to make so many calls.
Either way, I'm a bit down, and it's becoming more real every time I recall his death. In films they make it seem much cleaner and quicker, but when someone dies in this manner it is neither. I assumed this was true, but experiencing it firsthand was something different.
I went to check on him this morning, and when I came down he looked around in confusion. I sat right next to him, but he couldn't see me at all. He was completely blind. In hindsight that should have been an indication of an impending seizure, but at the time I didn't really consider it. I just knew he was going to die, but did not expect him to suffer so much.
My nightmares should have been an indication-- in the past week I had four nightmares-- which is unusual, because my typical set of nightmares come in threes. That was the first sign. The second was that two of them involved the death of my dog, even though he was quite well at the time I had the nightmares. He seemed to be recovering, and was eating healthy again and had perked right up! I was very happy, but apparently my subconscious knew otherwise. I assume that my nightmares are the reason I was not as outwardly devastated as the rest of my family (even my dad cried-- I have never seen him do so before). Somehow, I already knew it was coming, and I guess my subconscious was right. Regardless, I will remember that normal nightmares come in sets of three (for me) and that a fourth is a warning.
Has anyone ever lost a pet? If you would like to share, I'm sure it would benefit both parties. Thank you.
-R
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We realize that this was quite some time ago, but we'd like to share our deaths with you as well~
2011 was a death year for us. Oddly enough, in our family, we tend to have three deaths in a row, or we should assume that there would be. Each death happened about 1 and a half months apart. Which is half of three...anyway.
The first death we had was April 15th, 2011, which is the day our bearded dragon, Spike Lee, passed away. He was about 4 years old. We had known that he would be leaving us soon, since he had been sick for quite some time before then and eventually stopped eating, no matter how hard we tried to get him to take a few bites. We do remember having dreams about his passing for quite some time before that day as well. We honestly didn't think he would last that long, but when he finally passed, we weren't terribly hurt by it. Our mother bought us our own 'gravedigger', since we didn't have a shovel because we move often. She bought us a mini shovel, and that is the only thing it's ever been used for, to dig Spike's grave.
The second deathday was June 2nd, 2011. This is the day that our dog, Harley, passed away. She was about 7 or 8 years old. She did not live with us at the time, because she stayed with Paul (our ex-stepdad) because they were very close, so we hadn't had any bad dreams or anything about her. It was a surprise to everyone really. Apparently she had started acting a bit lethargic about a week before, and then started throwing up and getting really runny noses with blood in it, so she was taken to the hospital. She continued having blood in her mucus and alittle in her mouth and they couldn't figure out where the blood was coming from. Well she wasn't allowed to be visited, because they thought the excitement might make her worse, but she ended up passing away in the night. It completely devastated Paul and he just broke down, which was definitely not something he did. He then called us and, at the time we were at Anime Club after school, told us what happened. We had to leave early because we just couldn't hold it in, she was a very lovely dog...and we hadn't been able to see her recently either. She was a german shepard mix.
The third death was on August 24th, 2011. This is the day our beloved cat, Buckeye, was put down. That cat was everything to us...we had had him for 10 years, since we were 6, and in the last few months his weight had been fluctuating oddly, and we figured it was because he was older. He then stopped using his litterbox, even if it were clean, and started using the restroom all over the house. This was very startling, because he had always used his litterbox. You could also tell that something was wrong because his fur was not as sleek and shiny as it used to be, and eventually he wasn't gaining the weight back that he was losing, so he became very skinny. We had started having nightmares of finding him dead on the floor or in our arms, so we were growing increasingly concerned. Our mother eventually decided that it was best we put him down, so she set the day. Somehow we feel that he knew his days were numbered. When we looked into his eyes, his pupils were no longer that solid black you see in the lively animals, but they were transparent, like you could see through to his soul. He looked very, very sad, but very happy at the same time, because we spent as much time with him as we could before that day. On his deathday, his eyes seemed even more transparent than before, and he wouldn't stop purring whenever we held him or petted him, which if you knew this cat, he had always been one of the grumpier cats, that hardly purred. We went with our mother to the vet, and sat in the room with him while they put him to sleep. It was so very sad...to watch the one we cared for so much to just slip away and go limp...even our mother cried, and that was very rare, for she is a nurse and dealt with death often and could very well hold her composure...Fukai didn't dare look into his eyes as he left us, but Kurai did and she says that you could tell he was gone...that there was no soul left within that body...and the lights reflecting in his eyes even seemed to dim dramatically...we'll never forget him...we'll never forget any of them...
It's odd, the number three seems to be the resemblance of 'evil' or 'bad things'...our family tends dies in groups of three...you tend to have three nightmares on average...those that believe in the spirit world believe that a demonic precense will show itself by giving you three scratches...perhaps there's more to it than we think...
Though it has been a while, we still hope that you remember your pet always, and think of all the good times you spent with him while he was with you...~
FuK~u
~Kurushimi Twins~
2011 was a death year for us. Oddly enough, in our family, we tend to have three deaths in a row, or we should assume that there would be. Each death happened about 1 and a half months apart. Which is half of three...anyway.
The first death we had was April 15th, 2011, which is the day our bearded dragon, Spike Lee, passed away. He was about 4 years old. We had known that he would be leaving us soon, since he had been sick for quite some time before then and eventually stopped eating, no matter how hard we tried to get him to take a few bites. We do remember having dreams about his passing for quite some time before that day as well. We honestly didn't think he would last that long, but when he finally passed, we weren't terribly hurt by it. Our mother bought us our own 'gravedigger', since we didn't have a shovel because we move often. She bought us a mini shovel, and that is the only thing it's ever been used for, to dig Spike's grave.
The second deathday was June 2nd, 2011. This is the day that our dog, Harley, passed away. She was about 7 or 8 years old. She did not live with us at the time, because she stayed with Paul (our ex-stepdad) because they were very close, so we hadn't had any bad dreams or anything about her. It was a surprise to everyone really. Apparently she had started acting a bit lethargic about a week before, and then started throwing up and getting really runny noses with blood in it, so she was taken to the hospital. She continued having blood in her mucus and alittle in her mouth and they couldn't figure out where the blood was coming from. Well she wasn't allowed to be visited, because they thought the excitement might make her worse, but she ended up passing away in the night. It completely devastated Paul and he just broke down, which was definitely not something he did. He then called us and, at the time we were at Anime Club after school, told us what happened. We had to leave early because we just couldn't hold it in, she was a very lovely dog...and we hadn't been able to see her recently either. She was a german shepard mix.
The third death was on August 24th, 2011. This is the day our beloved cat, Buckeye, was put down. That cat was everything to us...we had had him for 10 years, since we were 6, and in the last few months his weight had been fluctuating oddly, and we figured it was because he was older. He then stopped using his litterbox, even if it were clean, and started using the restroom all over the house. This was very startling, because he had always used his litterbox. You could also tell that something was wrong because his fur was not as sleek and shiny as it used to be, and eventually he wasn't gaining the weight back that he was losing, so he became very skinny. We had started having nightmares of finding him dead on the floor or in our arms, so we were growing increasingly concerned. Our mother eventually decided that it was best we put him down, so she set the day. Somehow we feel that he knew his days were numbered. When we looked into his eyes, his pupils were no longer that solid black you see in the lively animals, but they were transparent, like you could see through to his soul. He looked very, very sad, but very happy at the same time, because we spent as much time with him as we could before that day. On his deathday, his eyes seemed even more transparent than before, and he wouldn't stop purring whenever we held him or petted him, which if you knew this cat, he had always been one of the grumpier cats, that hardly purred. We went with our mother to the vet, and sat in the room with him while they put him to sleep. It was so very sad...to watch the one we cared for so much to just slip away and go limp...even our mother cried, and that was very rare, for she is a nurse and dealt with death often and could very well hold her composure...Fukai didn't dare look into his eyes as he left us, but Kurai did and she says that you could tell he was gone...that there was no soul left within that body...and the lights reflecting in his eyes even seemed to dim dramatically...we'll never forget him...we'll never forget any of them...
It's odd, the number three seems to be the resemblance of 'evil' or 'bad things'...our family tends dies in groups of three...you tend to have three nightmares on average...those that believe in the spirit world believe that a demonic precense will show itself by giving you three scratches...perhaps there's more to it than we think...
Though it has been a while, we still hope that you remember your pet always, and think of all the good times you spent with him while he was with you...~
FuK~u
~Kurushimi Twins~