One less dog in my home

I am so sorry for your loss.
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It is never an easy decision, no matter what the circumstances. But I feel like it is even harder when there isn't an imminently fatal physical condition that brings you to make that choice. Even I, who have had a hand in helping many pets cross through my work in a veterinary clinic, felt that twinge of guilt when I had to euthanize my beloved dog Aina this past winter. And in her case it was a much simpler decision, her spleen had ruptured and she was bleeding to death slowly. My vet offered us the option of giving her a sedative to make her more comfortable and help her sleep so that we could have more time to make the decision, but it would just be delaying the inevitable and prolonging her suffering. Even knowing that full well, I still felt as if I was somehow betraying her while I held her as the vet gave the injection. So your feelings of guilt are a normal part of the grieving process. Anyone who has ever had to make that painful decision has had those same feelings.

The loss of a pet is inevitably harder on the parents than on children as young as yours. My son was just barely two when Aina passed. He was asleep already when my vet came to my house for the euthanasia, so he did not experience that part at all. We opted to keep her body in the house overnight, both to help our other dog come to terms with her passing and so that our son could see her one more time. The next morning, we explained to him that Aina was broken (I still do not think he understands the concept of death, but he does understand when things are broken and for months would tell us things like the bug was "broke" when he squished a bug and it stopped moving) and that we could not fix her. I did not want to tell him that she had been sick or that she had a boo-boo, because I didn't want him to be scared the next time he was sick or hurt or if one of us got sick since he is so good at generalizing concepts (when his toys stop working, they are broken...so when a bug or other animal stops moving they must also be broken). When the man from the cremation service came by to pick up her body, we told him that Aina had to go away and that she wasn't coming back. He asked about her several times that day, and a time or two every day for about a week or so. Every time, we told him that she had to go away, and he would then tell us that it was because she was broken and we couldn't fix her. Then he sort of stopped asking about her for a while. We left her crate and food bowls in place for about a month after her passing, and even though he was no longer asking about her when we put them up he still got a little upset when we moved them. We explained that it was ok, she didn't need them anymore (to which he responded that it was because she was had to go away because she was broke and she wasn't coming back) and he quickly got over it. It was a long time before he talked about her again, but about 5 months later he started talking about her. This time it wasn't asking about where she had gone or the fact that she was "broke" (at least not most of the time), but it was more like she became his imaginary friend. In his mind, she is still very much his dog even though he knows that she isn't coming back.


A lovely story - and what a great way to deal with a loss so that a child can understand. Children sometimes have more insight than they are given credit for. I still remember pets that simply disappeared without explanation when I was young and I think the lack of sensitivity for my attachment to them was wrong.
 
Yes, thanks for that story, because it helps me know what to expect. I think our kids are about on the same intellectual level right now. I was a little clearer with my son, but not by a lot because I don't want him to be scared of doctors and vets and I don't think he's quite ready for the concept of death. I told him Max was very sick so we helped him go to sleep and he was so sick that he can't come back. I explained that since he wouldn't ever wake back up, we would put him in a hole in the ground so he could sleep there forever (not entirely true; he was cremated but I know my son couldn't grasp that).

I'm feeling a little better today. Off and on, with less frequency, I get horrible bursts of guilt or sadness. I was fine most of the day but in the elevator when I was leaving work for the day I just choked up and had to squeeze my eyes shut. I had a bad day at work and my loving and faithful companion would have helped me feel better, but I'm just longing for the dog he was years ago, not the poor soul that we let go the other day. And anyway, I have a younger dog that I need to start trusting for support, even though our bond isn't the same.

Thanks for the sympathy and the stories everyone. This is so helpful to my healing process.
 
It takes time. Be gentle with yourself and go with the flow. You'll be OK. Accept that all of your feelings are natural and you need to go through them.
 
You really do need to be careful how you word things to the children. Living in the country, my children heard the words 'put to sleep' a few times. When my daughter was about 9, she managed to get a chunk of chainlink fence jammed in her little finger, it went deep. I wasn't home, DH cut the fence with a pair of bolt cutters and took off for the hospital. I met them there, and the doctor told me they were going to have to cut her finger open to remove the chunk of fence and clean it out. I didn't think she would co-operate if she was awake, so I asked if they were going to put her to sleep for the operation. Wrong words... my daughter was horrified and kept insisting that it wasn't that bad.
 
I'm sorry for your loss. I have lost a few dogs over the years and its never easy. Last summer my 4 year old dog died. It was very hard on me and my teenage boys. She was very sick and we never knew it untill it was too late. She was always by my side and would sit on my head if i was laying on the couch watching tv. I never mind having a 110 pound or more rottweiler sitting on my head. She was always on my lap or some part of me. I just loved her to pieces. 3 months later I was able to open my heart to another puppy. Hang in there.
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