I didn't know losing a pet hurt this much. I've lost my Grandparents and Dad and while it's nowhere near as bad as that I still just can't get over it.
She was a 13 year old Bearded Collie. My mom and I got her when I was about 12 years old back in '97 and have had her ever since. I think part of the reason this is so hard for me is because I'm 25 now and looking back she was with me through everything. Middle school, high school, some college, first job, the loss of my Grandparents and Dad, she was there when we had to move out of my childhood home. I still feel so bad about that one. My parents were divorced and my mom and I lived with my Grandma and Grandpa and one of my aunts and we had a huge backyard for the dogs to run around and play in. My Grandma passed away and then after my Grandpa passed away my mom and I moved to a town house and there was no yard. That dog LOVED the open space. She got spooked easily by any loud noises but if she wasn't scared she'd sit outside for hours upon hours especially in the winter.
So, anyways, my dog got diagnosed with cancer about 5 years ago but she's lived with it since and she's been fine. She had something else wrong with her a couple months ago and took her to the vet but they couldn't figure it out. So they just said to take good care of her and there was nothing they could do. Well this week she got really bad. She's been struggling to get up for a while now but it got really bad recently to the point where she couldn't stand up at all on her own this week. On top of this she had lost at least 20 pounds the past couple of months and she couldn't eat any of her regular food anymore so we had to get her soft canned food. I think I realized last night when she wouldn't even try to get up for her food and just laid there on the floor crying. It just got really bad this week.
So I got up this morning and heard my mom in her room talking on the phone and crying. She talked to me and said she thought it was time. Molly had gotten off her bed some how last night and couldn't make it back on and was just laying there in soaked in urine because she's been having trouble holding it in for a little while. The vet made the appointment for 10:30 this morning.
Here I am almost 12 hours later and by this point I think I've cried all of my tears. I haven't felt this bad in a long time and it stinks. We've always been dog people but this is the first time I've lost a dog that I've known since we took her home. I had a dog up until I was about 4 and my Grandpa took him to be put down so I really don't remember that one. I got another dog, Spike, in second grade and gave him up to my Dad (Spike was horrible with people) and got Molly probably the same day back in '97.
I have another dog. She's a 12 year old Airedale. She's in really good shape. She was my Grandma's actually and we took care of her since my Grandma passed away. But we got her probably about a month after Molly so Molly was the dominating one since they met. Maggie couldn't eat or drink or anything unless Molly let her. I mean Molly wasn't mean but if Molly wanted the food first then Maggie would have to go away. But I see Maggie and she's just confused. I ended up watching some TV (my seasons of Rescue Me) tonight and it took my mind off of it a little bit. But when I got up to let Maggie out and hooked her chain up to her and I saw the other chain just laying there it just hit me so hard again.
My mom and I agreed that we wouldn't wait and would go out and get another dog right away. I think we're going to get a Wheaten Terrier. I would love to get an Irish Wolfhound but can't with this town house. The whole thing just seems hard. I just want to go downstairs like I did every night and play with Molly. I loved that dog.
Here's a pic of took of her just this past summer. Molly is the one in front and Maggie is in the back.
She was a 13 year old Bearded Collie. My mom and I got her when I was about 12 years old back in '97 and have had her ever since. I think part of the reason this is so hard for me is because I'm 25 now and looking back she was with me through everything. Middle school, high school, some college, first job, the loss of my Grandparents and Dad, she was there when we had to move out of my childhood home. I still feel so bad about that one. My parents were divorced and my mom and I lived with my Grandma and Grandpa and one of my aunts and we had a huge backyard for the dogs to run around and play in. My Grandma passed away and then after my Grandpa passed away my mom and I moved to a town house and there was no yard. That dog LOVED the open space. She got spooked easily by any loud noises but if she wasn't scared she'd sit outside for hours upon hours especially in the winter.
So, anyways, my dog got diagnosed with cancer about 5 years ago but she's lived with it since and she's been fine. She had something else wrong with her a couple months ago and took her to the vet but they couldn't figure it out. So they just said to take good care of her and there was nothing they could do. Well this week she got really bad. She's been struggling to get up for a while now but it got really bad recently to the point where she couldn't stand up at all on her own this week. On top of this she had lost at least 20 pounds the past couple of months and she couldn't eat any of her regular food anymore so we had to get her soft canned food. I think I realized last night when she wouldn't even try to get up for her food and just laid there on the floor crying. It just got really bad this week.
So I got up this morning and heard my mom in her room talking on the phone and crying. She talked to me and said she thought it was time. Molly had gotten off her bed some how last night and couldn't make it back on and was just laying there in soaked in urine because she's been having trouble holding it in for a little while. The vet made the appointment for 10:30 this morning.
Here I am almost 12 hours later and by this point I think I've cried all of my tears. I haven't felt this bad in a long time and it stinks. We've always been dog people but this is the first time I've lost a dog that I've known since we took her home. I had a dog up until I was about 4 and my Grandpa took him to be put down so I really don't remember that one. I got another dog, Spike, in second grade and gave him up to my Dad (Spike was horrible with people) and got Molly probably the same day back in '97.
I have another dog. She's a 12 year old Airedale. She's in really good shape. She was my Grandma's actually and we took care of her since my Grandma passed away. But we got her probably about a month after Molly so Molly was the dominating one since they met. Maggie couldn't eat or drink or anything unless Molly let her. I mean Molly wasn't mean but if Molly wanted the food first then Maggie would have to go away. But I see Maggie and she's just confused. I ended up watching some TV (my seasons of Rescue Me) tonight and it took my mind off of it a little bit. But when I got up to let Maggie out and hooked her chain up to her and I saw the other chain just laying there it just hit me so hard again.
My mom and I agreed that we wouldn't wait and would go out and get another dog right away. I think we're going to get a Wheaten Terrier. I would love to get an Irish Wolfhound but can't with this town house. The whole thing just seems hard. I just want to go downstairs like I did every night and play with Molly. I loved that dog.
Here's a pic of took of her just this past summer. Molly is the one in front and Maggie is in the back.
