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It Is Just A Dog!

My dog is more than just a pet.

For the likeminded individuals out there, who love, and share their lives with a furry family member; I am sure you all will agree, animals really are more than just pets.

Some of you will understand where I’m coming from with that statement. While I’m also sure others are just shaking their heads in disagreement, thinking here’s another animal activist who loves animals more than humans. The bottom line is that, at least in some circumstances, certain people do value thier animals over other people. It’s not hard for me to see why.

The average dog is a nicer person than the average person. – Andy Rooney

I hate it when someone’s discusses the status of their ffm (furry family member), then some inconsiderate ass hole offers their unwanted opinion to knock the other person down a peg like, “It is not a family member. A animal is not capable of possessing human emotions, animals are loyal to ANYTHING that feeds them and the situation is certainly not worth any tears. It’s disposable and replaceable. After all, it is only a… animal.”

Obviously, the person cares, and they probably care a great deal. So that choice of wording is best left unspoken.

If animals were really so stupid there would be no such thing as service animals that assist people with many types of disabilities. That is just a litte a fun fact. Reseach, the world outside of your own.

KING ‘Frederick’ KONG

I would be lying if I withheld this information. In the beginning he was more than difficult to deal with. It took a little while for King Kong to grow on me. The first few months were the hardest. He wasn’t trained at all. He did not listen. I even had moments when I begged my brother to come get him. I really did not want to keep him. He bit up my sneakers and to add insult to injury, we’re talking about my favorite pair of sneakers. It was a true nightmare. I couldn’t get him cage trained or house broken. He wouldn’t even walk outside the house. Listen to me, he would not go pass the doorway. It was a live reenactment of Adam and Barbara in beetlejuice not being able to leave the house. I don’t know what he thought was beyond the door, but I would have to carry him out and he wasn’t little. Then let’s add on my human allergies to dogs. It was all too much and I was truly at the end of my rope with this situation.

However, he was determined to make me love him. Soon enough I was giving him belly rubs regularly and cuddling with him watching TV or reading aloud to him. Afterall it was only sneakers and nothing a little training/tlc couldn’t fix.

I am so glad we made it through all that and I had a change of heart, because he really is one of the best dogs I know. I really lucked up when it comes to his behavior and temperament. He is so laid back. He is stubborn, but he’s so chill you wouldn’t believe it unless you saw it for yourself. In all the years he’s been around I have only seen him bark at one person ever.

A few weeks ago he ingested some of his bed and cushion when he was alone overnight. I now can attribute that behavior to him indicating he was in pain. I thought all the bedding had been properly disposed of. The days to follow would tell a different story. He was lethargic, breathing funny, not interested in food or water, and barely acknowledging me when I would approach him. At first, I thought maybe he had eaten something in the backyard that didn’t agree with him.  But over the next two days, he laid in the same spot, refusing to eat. I began to suspect the worst.

So naturally, I was devastated after the visit to the animal clinic concluded that my dog has cancer. I thought I had prepared myself for the diagnosis from the moment I noticed the lump/fatty mass emerging on his hip. I thought, well maybe he pulled a muscle and it’s swollen. I did not want to admit to myself that it could be something more serious than that. Like the saying goes, when it rains it pours.

Then all I heard was possible limb amputation, biopsy, surgery for bone cancer, pain medication, life expectancy, more talks of pain medication, realistic options and then I tuned completely out.

We as furry family memeber owners are fully aware from the moment we first lay eyes on them that a dreaded yet inevitable time will come, one day. It is a well known fact that a dog’s life is considerably shorter than a human’s life.

That still doesn’t make the decision any easier. The only thing I can do now is try to make him as comfortable as possible and watch over him to ensure his passing is not painful.

My biggest fear is finding him dead.  I have been battling with the humane thing to do which is just put him down. I guess I will cross that bridge when I get to it.


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Home before anyplace
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