Rest in Peace

So sorry for your loss Phil. We all love our pets so much.

:love :dog :love :cat :love

Sure would like to see that video, the link doesn't seem to work.

Charlie
 
After posting to this thread in July, I never thought I'd find myself adding to the thread 3 1/2 months later.

This evening I had to put my eight year old Golden Retriever, Capt'n Foley, to sleep.

Here's what happened.

I fed the Capt'n at 5 PM and took him for his walk. After his walk he sat next to me having difficulty breathing.

When I tried to get him outside he had trouble walking. I managed to get him in my truck and drove to the emergency vet clinic.

The vet there did an ultra sound and it showed fluid within the sack which surrounds his heart. She told me, in Golden Retrievers this is a 90% indication of terminal cancer. After consulting over the phone with the Cap's regular vet, I decided to have the vet attempt to drain the fluid which might result in the Capt'n having a few extra days or months. Unfortunately that procedure did not go well and his heart beat became irregular. Rather than taking any further heroic measures I held the Cap's big square head as he was put to sleep.


So I like to think the Capt'n and Bridie are now together. At least that makes me feel a bit better.


Embrace what you love - you both will not be around forever.


Phil

Can't seem to get that firefox add on to work. Here's the Capt'n just a few weeks ago:

http://www.c-brats.com/albums/album367/Capt_n_Foley.jpg
 
Phil,

So sorry to hear of your loss, those Goldens are precious as are the other breeds. We lost our first Golden, Samantha, to bone cancer 7 years ago, she was only 5. Life was hard after that, but soon got better when we rescued a 5 month old, who is also named Samantha from her first owners. Then after trying to get a pup a couple of years later, we rescued another Golden, Amber at 4 years old.

Both are so dear, Sam is a little hyper, is recovering nicely from ACL surgery and Amber is the mellow one. They, along with Jade the Cat are our only kids, so we treasure them so.

My heart goes out to you tonight. They're both together now, running through fields and thinking of their great owner/companion.

Patrick
 
How very sad. Our hearts are with you. We've put too many friends to sleep. Never again. Dogless and missing them but our choice stands.
 
We have rescued four Goldens over the last 14 years. First was Jake a 5 year old male who was on the short end of a divorce. Lyme disease got him New Year's 2002.

We held off for 3 years and got Carson a two year old at Thanksgiving 2005. Walking him was my therapy post back surgery. We picked up Clint a mostly Golden 4th of July 2008 to be Carson's buddy but had to put Carson down Christmas 2008 with bone cancer that was diagnosed in September 2008.

in mid May 2009 while lobbying in Carson City my wife emailed me a picture of a 5 year old Golden named Carson that needed to be rescued. We drove 8 hours to Las Vegas on Saturday evening, met Carson Sunday morning around 10, left for Carson City at 1 and were back in Carson City at 9 PM.

Clint and Carson get along with each other very well -- nothing like 160 pounds of Golden retrievers to get you moving when they are on leash and have plans.

Wonder what they would be like on a boat?

Rescue dogs are great!

Bill Uffelman
Las Vegas NV
 
Phil,

I'm so sorry to hear about your terrible loss today. I had the same thing happen to my 6 year old Golden. It will take time, but someday down the line, the memories will be only good ones. Hang in there.
 
ccflyer":2rfh6qup said:
After posting to this thread in July, I never thought I'd find myself adding to the thread 3 1/2 months later.

This evening I had to put my eight year old Golden Retriever, Capt'n Foley, to sleep.



Embrace what you love - you both will not be around forever.


Phil
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Our Jake (Dr. Jake C. Harleton, MD.) passes along his and our condolences for your loss.

Walldog, Willie and Jake.

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Phil,

Please accept our condolences. I read this after my morning routine of feeding Izzy, then making coffee. It brought tears to my eyes, remembering our hurt and wishing there was something I could say to ease yours. Our furry family members are such a part of our lives. We are sorry for your loss.

Sincerely,
Jim & Joan B.
 
When we lost our pal to old age, our daughter (at home then) signed up to raise a seeing eye dog ( they call it 'socialize'). After going through puppyhood with us, Kim took him to live at the seeing eye school. She and El went to his graduation (top of the class) and he went on to guide a blind man for years. When he was deemed 'too active' for his blind owner, he was offered back to Kim who joyfully (for both) had him for many years.

Hard to lose a pet, and almost as hard to give him away, even when you know from the start and for good reason, but a choice to consider if you are thinking of another pet. Our condolences.
 
In my nightstand, I still have the collar from the most dignified cat in the world that passed away 15 years ago. We adopted her as a stray in Bradenton Beach, Florida in 1985. She was the mouse cat in the apartments we lived in, survived Hurricane Elena, took refuge with us afterwards, and repaid us with nearly 10 years of unwaivering loyalty. There are times I really miss her hopping up on the bed and sleeping next to me or walking down to the mail box to get the mail.

Two and half years ago, we had a cold, wet, very old, stray Papillion walk into our lives. It had been turned out by its owner (we did locate them) because it had cancer of the mammary glands. We took it in for the 9 months that my wife was undergoing treatment too. When she was done and clear, the little dog seemed to have fulfilled her purpose and passed on. Every spring, daffodils now grow in our yard over her and remind us of the life and energy she gave my wife.

Good animals trust us implicitly and give us so much. They are always happy to see us and really ask very little in return, save an occasional morsel or treat and a little of our time.
 
Our best wishes to you. Most pets become family very easily. We have no children so, our beagles are our kids. Some years back, I learned to make every hug and kiss count. Never walk away mad or go to sleep angry. You can never know when someone won't wake up or make it home again from work or shopping. Keeping this in mind makes the little things mean more, the painful things less important, and is easily applied to pets missing or gone. Now go out and find a rescue beagle and let him sing.
 
The hurt never really goes away...but we have a new little guy with us now...same breed...and he's a joy. It takes a while, but you'll know when it's time to have paws running around your floor again. Hang it there.
 
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