Your mom likely didnt ask for you either. Hold that thought and love that dog
Dogs are the greatest, but every moment of joy has to be bought with a moment of pain when you lose them.
Tell me about it. My first dog died a week after my father. A couple of days after his funeral.
I'm a dumbass though and adopted two more because I missed having a dog. Not looking forward to my best friends leaving me in the next few years.
Thats how we got our cat.
Thats how my neighbor got her cat too. Just showed up. Turned out to be a real charming little shit. Ive even let it in my house a few times. Her dog, somebody dumped off on the side of the road in a snowbank, middle of winter, with a litter of puppies. Turned out to be about the best dog ever. I hope whoever the heartless cocksucker is that did that has since died of ass cancer. Mamadog died last winter. I still get up in the morning and look out my kitchen window to see if shes out mousing in my field. My dog.... also unintentional. Out hunting in the mountains, full of wolves and lions, and this scrawny 6 monthish old 30lb pup comes running up to me and collapses on my feet crying. Shit. Lets go buddy, head back to the truck. Some assfag dumped him off in the mountains to die. Hes useless as fuck but hes got a great personality. Its disgusting how many people abandon animals around here.
Picked up my pup some years ago from the shelter. They said the police brought him in, confiscated from some POS family. $75 later and I had a new best friend. First time he saw the back yard he ran around doing the zoomies for a solid minute. Never saw him do zoomies again. Something I learned from him as well: a healthy labradork can run up to 35mph. He loves bike riding.
Labradork... dont know if that was a typo, or just sonething clever i never thought of. Ill remember that one. Grew up in a labradork family.
My parents got a lab from a widow. Her husband kept him in a kennel and beat him. He was all fucked up. I didnt think hed ever be okay. He was scared of being pet or anything. Eventually he came around and was an awesome loving dog. Just took him a while to undstand that somebody might give him a hug instead of an asswhooping. I think a lot of his learning was by watching their german shorthair, who i thought of when you described the zoom. My parents basically did a month or so road trip house shopping, the gsp in the car the whole time. I wasnt there, but they said when they finally picked out their house, on 20 acres of mostly open field type land, heidi cut loose and went redlining all over the property until she collapsed, they were legitimately scared she was going to die right there from over exertion. Man, that dog was an athlete though. But she seemed to know when they found their place, and she freaked out at all the room to run.
Parents and I found a dog running around a store parking lot in town. We were worried he would get hit with how he was running around looking for "someone or something".
We took him home and put out a listing to see if he was someone's or a stray. (Back before that was easy on the internet, print ad in the local post).
Found his "owners". They had left him in a outdoor space with a low fence and little food/water while they were gone on vacation for a week. They took him back.. Then 2 weeks later called us and said they couldnt take care of him and were going to take him to the pound and asked if we wanted him. This was all because they just bought a purebred puppy and didnt want to have a "mut" around anymore.
Fuck them for being shitty people but we gave him the best home we could for a decade.
People fucking suck.
Your dog rides a bike!!!!!!?????
Most people fucking suck. If you cannot care for a Dog/Cat then you are useless in this society.
Good on you for taking the little one in. You are officially better than at least 98% of people on this planet.
I didnt really have a choice. What was i supposed to do, kick him away and say "sorry asshole, i dont need a dog"
Heda been wolf food in short order.
Glad your dog found you.
Me too. Hes a spoiled little shit now. Still has separation anxiety. Holds my hand evrywhere when i walk outside.
Dogs: an entire life full of love, and one terribly bad day.
That's the way it should be, and we try to make that last day easier on them.
When you take on a dog, you make the pledge to house and feed him and care for him until his dying day. The dog, for his part, pledges to die for you if the need arises. That's the bond.
It's hard when a dog dies, but think of it this way -- it's easier for the dog because you were there to take care of the dog right to the end. The dog had you to rely on. How many of us have someone we can rely on absolutely?
Congratulations. Enjoy what you are doing while you are able to do it, and appreciate that you got to do it when it ends.
Yeah, it sucks. Outlived several dogs and cats by now.. eventually you just have to accept this fact of life that their lifespans ain't so long...
Tell you what though, wouldn't trade the time I have spent with my dogs for anything in the world. They've brought so much joy to my life, the least I can do for them is mourn them when they're gone. Totally worth the pain.
Focus on the fact that your dog lived a good life, and that you've done everything you can to provide that good life.
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