Savannah
New Member
Hello everybody.
If you chose to read this you know whats coming. A little about myself. I am 42 and was a member of the QDMA forum for while before it shut down. In looking to get this out I found this forum and decided to sign up. Prior USAF for 4 yrs I am currently an 18yr veteran police officer for a local police department in WNY. I have a wife, twin 10yr old boys and a real nice 40 acre piece of land we hunt and fish on regularly. I lost my best friend on Sunday, 9/25. My chocolate lab, Captain, was 11.5 yrs old. I got him as a puppy and had him for just over a year when my twins were born. He was the greatest dog and best friend a man could have. So often due to my crazy work schedule hunting camp on a Monday or Tuesday was just him and I. We did everything together. In all his life he was never boarded or crated or anything. If he couldnt go, I didnt go. He absolutely loved being out at the land. He knew every woodchuck hole on the property. He would run and swim all day. He never ran off further than I could yell for him to come back. As he got older, like all of us he slowed down a bit but never lost his spirit. Our runs turned to walks and naps got longer and more frequent. A couple weeks ago his right leg started giving out. We took him to the vet and they gave us a bunch of pain killers and said hopefully he just hurt his back or worst slipped a disc. He did have a small mass they were concerned about near his spine, but we crossed our fingers. Well three weeks later my wife called me in a panic. I rushed home from work and she said both legs have given out and he cant get up. I walked outside and there he was. His head was high, but he just couldn't get up. We knew it was his time, I just couldnt believe it. He was such a proud dog I would never allow him to lose his faculties and his dignity. I carried him to the truck and we went to the vet. The vet was wonderful, they came right out to my truck. I was able to hold him and tell him how much I loved him as he slipped away. I am now a lost soul. I cry every couple hours, especially every time there is a "first." The first time I walked by his bed and hes not there, the first time I picked up his leash and I didnt hear him come running. I havent even been out to camp yet, I dont even know how I will be able to enjoy it anymore. If you made it to the end I thank you just for listening. If you have any advice please feel free to share. He was the only dog Ive ever had so I have never been through this before.
Thank you,
Jesse
If you chose to read this you know whats coming. A little about myself. I am 42 and was a member of the QDMA forum for while before it shut down. In looking to get this out I found this forum and decided to sign up. Prior USAF for 4 yrs I am currently an 18yr veteran police officer for a local police department in WNY. I have a wife, twin 10yr old boys and a real nice 40 acre piece of land we hunt and fish on regularly. I lost my best friend on Sunday, 9/25. My chocolate lab, Captain, was 11.5 yrs old. I got him as a puppy and had him for just over a year when my twins were born. He was the greatest dog and best friend a man could have. So often due to my crazy work schedule hunting camp on a Monday or Tuesday was just him and I. We did everything together. In all his life he was never boarded or crated or anything. If he couldnt go, I didnt go. He absolutely loved being out at the land. He knew every woodchuck hole on the property. He would run and swim all day. He never ran off further than I could yell for him to come back. As he got older, like all of us he slowed down a bit but never lost his spirit. Our runs turned to walks and naps got longer and more frequent. A couple weeks ago his right leg started giving out. We took him to the vet and they gave us a bunch of pain killers and said hopefully he just hurt his back or worst slipped a disc. He did have a small mass they were concerned about near his spine, but we crossed our fingers. Well three weeks later my wife called me in a panic. I rushed home from work and she said both legs have given out and he cant get up. I walked outside and there he was. His head was high, but he just couldn't get up. We knew it was his time, I just couldnt believe it. He was such a proud dog I would never allow him to lose his faculties and his dignity. I carried him to the truck and we went to the vet. The vet was wonderful, they came right out to my truck. I was able to hold him and tell him how much I loved him as he slipped away. I am now a lost soul. I cry every couple hours, especially every time there is a "first." The first time I walked by his bed and hes not there, the first time I picked up his leash and I didnt hear him come running. I havent even been out to camp yet, I dont even know how I will be able to enjoy it anymore. If you made it to the end I thank you just for listening. If you have any advice please feel free to share. He was the only dog Ive ever had so I have never been through this before.
Thank you,
Jesse