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Tried my best to keep him warm in an electric blanket, stayed up all night with him. He went into cardiac arrest this morning and CPR was attempted. But leukemia won. Fuck you cancer!

Update: I wasn't expecting this many replies, and I appreciated your stories and condolences. They help at a time like this. I love you fuckers.

Tried my best to keep him warm in an electric blanket, stayed up all night with him. He went into cardiac arrest this morning and CPR was attempted. But leukemia won. Fuck you cancer! Update: I wasn't expecting this many replies, and I appreciated your stories and condolences. They help at a time like this. I love you fuckers.

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[–] • 20 pts

Sorry brother. Losing a dog can be some of the most difficult pain to deal with. But the more pain you feel losing them the more love you felt having them. In its own, strange way, your pain is the monument built in honor of the love you shared.

[–] • 4 pts

That's really a beautiful sentiment. I don't think I could have said it better myself.

[–] • 1 pt

No shit, I'm saving that post!

[–] • 2 pts

Just don't spend the rest of your life staring at that monument

[–] • 8 pts

Just buried one myself. Pitch black, lightly freezing rain. Flashlight died halfway through. Buried next to the best friend one that passed last year. You can never replace a good dog.

[–] • 8 pts

Dog's have short life spans for a reason. It's so that they die first, and never get left alone in the world with nobody to love them. We're tough, we can suck it up and die at 85 in a nursing home staffed with niggers that abuse and starve us. We know the score. No dog should ever have to go through that. So they die first, while we are holding them in our arms, and they wait for us in heaven.

[–] • 2 pts

That's dark, man.

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[–] • 8 pts (edited )

I lost the dog I grew up with a few years back and still miss him. He was the best dog, and was there for me through a lot of rough phases in life.

This will sound nuts, but brought me some comfort so I'm sharing: a little while after my dog's death, he appeared in one of my dreams. And he could talk! I told him I was happy to see him, thanked him for being a great friend, and asked him if he was ok. I asked him about death, was he scared? I was so sorry he couldn't be at home and was taken to the vet to be put down, but he was really struggling with cancer and I didn't want him to suffer any more... He replied with a little chuckle "Death? Oh, that. That's such a human thing to worry about. I'm fine, I feel wonderful, and you were a good person to me. Thank you"

I snapped awake from that one, but felt peace about it ever since. I was so anxious about it all - and that elegant answer definitely felt to me like it came from somewhere else.

[–] • 6 pts

Thanks for that story. I didn't know my dog was sick, and the vet said I couldn't do anything cause he was too far gone y the time I took him in. I feel enormous guilt. I punished him for shittimg on the bed but didn't realize he was sick. I put him outside and he was limp when I checked on him a few hours later. I put him in a hot shower cause I thought he had hypothermia. But it was the leukemia. Nothing I did worked. I put my best friend outside, and punished him for something he could not help. I will remember this for the rest of my life. The guilt is just severe. Haven't slept in 32 hours. I just don't feel right about it.

I hope I see him in heaven, or a dream so I can apologize to him. I said goodbye after he was stabilized at the clinic, and apologized profusely. I have so much guilt. Fuck my life man.

[–] • 4 pts

But how could you know? You did nothing out of malice. You were there in the end and throughout the years. He felt the love, no doubt.

[–] • 3 pts

I'm so sorry for your loss. My best friend, 9 y/o British bulldog died from cardiac arrest. The vet kept telling me something was wrong with his stomach and it turned out electrical in his heart. I swatted his butt at work that day for something similar also not knowing he was sick and when we got home he just dropped. You can't beat yourself up for that, you had no way of knowing and he'd forgive you. Just remember what it's like to have a friend like that.

[–] • 1 pt

Also remember to temper your frustration and anger with those you love.

You never know when your last interaction could be happening, always have Gods love behind your words, thoughts and deeds.

[–] • 2 pts

I know that guilt. He will come to you in a dream. I don't care how crazy I sound; mark my words, he will come to you and you will have your peace. He is on the other side now and he is healthy and he will let you know soon. It took my best friend about a month to come see me, and she came with another very beloved dog who died ten years ago; it was so good to see her, too.

[–] • 2 pts

I believe you, the same thing happened to me after my cat died (not a dog I know, but she was my best friend since childhood and went everywhere with me). She came to me in a dream and it was the weirdest thing, but beautiful. When I woke up I could still see her standing next to my bed like she always did, I cried my heart out.

[–] • 1 pt

He'd want you to cherish the life you still have.

[–] • 5 pts

I’m sorry. My dogs have always been my best friends. It’s really really rough. My only advice is to immediately get another puppy. There are just some places of your soul that can only be fulfilled by a dog.

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[–] • 3 pts

Life is fleeting and precious, but we only know it when it is over.

My condolences, there is no love greater.

[–] • 2 pts

I know. I still miss my lab. He was such a loyal friend.

[–] • 2 pts

❤️ my condolences

[–] [deleted] • 2 pts

Still miss my Golden after 2 1/2 years. The anger has faded but not the memories.

[–] • 2 pts

https://pic8.co/sh/wF2bG7.jpg

This makes me really feel bad for not waiting till this dude can go back outside. Im sorry man.

[–] • 2 pts

As an old dog handler, I've thought of Nicky, 33M1, every single day for nearly 50 years. He alerted on some bad guys that had intentions of blowing us up in the bomb dump located 10 miles from the Ho Chi Minh Clock. Three years later, he was put down for 'Surplus Equipment with all the rest of the dogs in Southeast Asia', Oct. '75. Since Nicky, I've raised Blanco, Pappy, Janis, Sooner, Muffler, Mauser, and now have two 6yr old shepherds, Severe and Jorn. Replace your sorrow with another pal, and keep the last one in your thoughts forever. My reward for passing will be reuniting with my pack, especially Nicky; half husky, half shepherd, who would be rejected in today's military, who also saved my butt that night.

[–] • 0 pt

Much love brother, thanks for the kind words. A lot of people have said the same thing. I am strongly thinking it over.

[–] [deleted] • 2 pts

Dogs are so much better than humans

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