When I had to take my last dog to the vet to have her put to sleep, she laid on a towel on the front seat of the car, very calm, like she knew exactly where we were going and why. Every other time she went to the vet she was very nervous and shook the whole way there. I stayed with her (hardest thing I've ever had to do) while the vet gave her a shot to calm her while he went to work on someone else's animal. Then he came back in and gave her the final shot as I sat there and petted her and talked to her. Then afterwards I totally lost it. I think they thought they were going to have to call EMS for me, but I got through it. I had brought a wooden casket I made for her and had them put her in that and brought her home and buried her in a flower bed in the backyard before I went to work. That night at work was not a good night for me. She was a 20 lb Chihuahua/Terrier mix. It took 9 years before I could bring myself to get another dog. A long haired Chihuahua/Daschund/Pug mix then a year later we got her a male companion. A Chihuahua/Brittany/Chinese Crested, which we had DNA tested, but he looks like a long legged Chihuahua. They are both the same age, born in January 2013, we got her when she was 12 weeks old and we got him when he was 1 year and 3 weeks old. He only weighed 4.5 lbs when we got him because he came out of a real bad hoarding situation. There were 18 dogs, 3 pigs, and 50 cats in a single wide mobile home. A local Foundation got them all out and took them to Oklahoma State University Vet College for the vet students to work with. They saved as many as they could, luckily ours was one they saved. He's up to 14 lbs and 9 years old now and very smart. His only problem is he gets very nervous if his food bowl is empty and he hates thunder. I don't know if he had to live outside or not, but we ended up getting him a thunder shirt which seems to help. The little female, because she was here first, rules the roost! This is her turf and she lets him know that. He's passive enough he lets her get away with it. They do okay and play fight every once in a while, but if she wants something he has she'll bark at him until he gives it up. She is also the most stubborn dog I've ever seen, typical daschund. She is more my wife's dog while the other one tends to be mine. I'm not looking forward to that time I have to take them to the Vet for the last time. Our first dog lived almost 17 years and even went through Parvo at one time. We thought we were going to lose her then but found a vet who knew how to treat it. Our regular vet had us giving her Pepto Bismol which did absolutely nothing. Then some friends sent us to a vet who did primarily cattle and horses and he said leave her with me over night and come back tomorrow. The next day she was better and we took her home with the meds he gave us and didn't even charge us. So we sent $50 to the state SPCA in his name.

So much for my rambling, sorry for going on and on,

Red Onion Rip

When I had to take my last dog to the vet to have her put to sleep, she laid on a towel on the front seat of the car, very calm, like she knew exactly where we were going and why. Every other time she went to the vet she was very nervous and shook the whole way there. I stayed with her (hardest thing I've ever had to do) while the vet gave her a shot to calm her while he went to work on someone else's animal. Then he came back in and gave her the final shot as I sat there and petted her and talked to her. Then afterwards I totally lost it. I think they thought they were going to have to call EMS for me, but I got through it. I had brought a wooden casket I made for her and had them put her in that and brought her home and buried her in a flower bed in the backyard before I went to work. That night at work was not a good night for me. She was a 20 lb Chihuahua/Terrier mix. It took 9 years before I could bring myself to get another dog. A long haired Chihuahua/Daschund/Pug mix then a year later we got her a male companion. A Chihuahua/Brittany/Chinese Crested, which we had DNA tested, but he looks like a long legged Chihuahua. They are both the same age, born in January 2013, we got her when she was 12 weeks old and we got him when he was 1 year and 3 weeks old. He only weighed 4.5 lbs when we got him because he came out of a real bad hoarding situation. There were 18 dogs, 3 pigs, and 50 cats in a single wide mobile home. A local Foundation got them all out and took them to Oklahoma State University Vet College for the vet students to work with. They saved as many as they could, luckily ours was one they saved. He's up to 14 lbs and 9 years old now and very smart. His only problem is he gets very nervous if his food bowl is empty and he hates thunder. I don't know if he had to live outside or not, but we ended up getting him a thunder shirt which seems to help. The little female, because she was here first, rules the roost! This is her turf and she lets him know that. He's passive enough he lets her get away with it. They do okay and play fight every once in a while, but if she wants something he has she'll bark at him until he gives it up. She is also the most stubborn dog I've ever seen, typical daschund. She is more my wife's dog while the other one tends to be mine. I'm not looking forward to that time I have to take them to the Vet for the last time. Our first dog lived almost 17 years and even went through Parvo at one time. We thought we were going to lose her then but found a vet who knew how to treat it. Our regular vet had us giving her Pepto Bismol which did absolutely nothing. Then some friends sent us to a vet who did primarily cattle and horses and he said leave her with me over night and come back tomorrow. The next day she was better and we took her home with the meds he gave us and didn't even charge us. So we sent $50 to the state SPCA in his name.

So much for my rambling, sorry for going on and on,

Red Onion Rip

I'm in my seventies now and over the years I've had so many pets, from horned toads, cats, dogs, horses, guinna pigs, mice and hamsters. Each had his or her unique lesson to teach me; some about the unconditional love from a dog, and even cats, and I wept with each on its demise. They are here for only a short time and it's our job to take care of their food, water, heat, hoof trimmings, and so on. It teaches to serve even the least of us. I am suspicious of a person who doesn't like animals. And I have a complete contempt for anyone who would abuse or neglect their charges.