Poor Sam

Discussion in 'Off-Topic & Chit Chat' started by josiebell, Nov 5, 2009.

  1. josiebell New Member

    Well, I've not posted for a long time on this forum, but I always stop by everyweek to see what is going on.
    Our German Shepherd, Duke, was very dog aggressive. However, we worked on this to the extend that he and my son's dog Sam became great friends. Enough that when my son and his family were posted overseas we took Sam in to live with us five weeks ago.
    The last four weeks have been fantastic. We have been 'a pack' and loved every minute of it.
    However, last week, Sam developed what at first looked like a very bad cold. After numerous visits to the vet he was sent on Tuesday to a specialist vet. It turns out he has acute leukemia and has only a few weeks, maybe a couple of months if all goes well with treatment to keep him happy.
    I'm so sad that our family is to be so short lived.
    What I want to say is, if your dog appears to be ill, don't just give the meds and wait till your next appt. I knew something was very wrong, even though outside signs looked the same. I took Sam back early. I'm so glad I did, because if it had not been for my determination that things were not 'right' he would not be here now, passing away suffering.
    At least now he can come home to be a happy normal doggie instead of passing away in a hospital he can pass with dignity and comfort.
    How lucky we have been to have such a great dog, even if it is just to be for a short time.

  2. jackienmutts Honored Member

    Oh josiebell, I'm so sorry to hear this, my heart breaks for you and your family. I'm so glad you listened to that little voice inside that nagged you to pursue this and know it was more than something that would go away. It doesn't change the outcome, but did give you the knowledge that your time is limited, and the ability to make sure you cherish each and every day. We should all do that anyway, but it makes these days more special.

    I'm so glad that Duke and Sam got to be such good friends, and that he became such a special part of your family. I have 2 GSs here with me (and an old Aussie mix) and I'll hug them each a little tighter tonight. We'll be sending out sweet thoughts to all of you! :dogsad:
  3. tx_cowgirl Honored Member

    I'm terribly sorry for you and your family; my heart goes out to you. Enjoy your time with Sam, and be proud of yourselves for helping Duke gain his friendship. Warm wishes and hugs to all of you.
  4. rebe New Member

    I am new here, my first day. But wanted to tell you how very sorry I am for the outcome of your beloved dog. So glad you were quick to act on his behalf. I have my son's german shepherd living with us right now. She is up there in years, and a very precious member of our family. I'm going to give her extra hugs today.
    Take care,
  5. josiebell New Member

    Just a quick update to say thank you for all your kind messages. We had Sam pts this morning bless his heart. He went downhill so quickly and now he is at peace.
    Give all your dogs a special cuddle from me today.
    Josie xx
  6. jackienmutts Honored Member

    Oh Josie, I'm so sorry for your loss, my heart breaks for you. I always wish there were good words to offer at these times, but I know there just aren't. I'm glad you had a little notice, so you could spend some sweet days with him. The Rainbow Bridge is a sweeter place right now, as Sam is there with so many of our loved ones who have gone on and are there, waiting for us. I'll definitely hug mine tighter tonight, and know we'll be thinking of sweet Sam, and you and Duke and your family. Thanks for loving Sam. :dogsad:
  7. puppygirl100200 New Member

    you know what I think is sad? this poem...

    The Rainbow Bridge

    Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

    When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
    All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

    They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

    You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

    Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
  8. puppygirl100200 New Member

    Dancer my beloved dog

    I'm sorry to hear that, at least Sam died peacefully. My dog Dancer didn't he was torn up... I Miss him A LOT :msncry:
  9. josiebell New Member

    I don't even know how I would cope with that puppygirl. I'm so sorry for you and Dancer. It must have been an horrific time for you. Big hugs, Josie x
  10. storm22 Experienced Member

    ohh josie sorry to hear of your loss, its a big loss to to lose someone so special he will always be in your and dukes heart for a special reason,

    we lost our two older pugs one after the other (a week apart) pugzi just felt so depressed after baz lost his fight ith renal failure she didnt have the heart to live after he never came back, she went down hill soo fast it was a shock to all of us,

    big hugs to every person and dog who have lost a best friend or two
  11. puppygirl100200 New Member

    Dancer was very sweet and obedient. He used to jump up on me and we would dance. that's where he got his name Dancer.

  12. puppygirl100200 New Member

    What do you guys think of this Poem I found?

    How Could you?

    When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and
    despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend.
    Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent,
    and roll me over for a belly-rub.

    My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that
    together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret
    dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the
    park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said, and I
    took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

    Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a
    human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never
    chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She,
    now your wife, is not a "dog person" still welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and
    obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

    Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how
    they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I
    spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I
    became a "prisoner of love."

    As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly
    legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything
    about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would have defended them
    with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and
    together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

    There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your
    wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the
    subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

    Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment
    that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was
    your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs
    and cats, of fear, of hopelessness.

    You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave
    you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers."

    You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them
    take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and
    loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head,
    avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and
    now I have one, too.

    After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and
    made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"

    They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I
    lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was
    you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream ... or I hoped it would at least be
    someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for
    attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.

    I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a
    separate room. A blissfully quiet room.

    She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation
    of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my
    nature, I was more concerned about her.

    The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.
    She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the
    same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein.
    As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind
    eyes and murmured "How could you?"

    Perhaps because she understood my dog-speak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly
    explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or
    abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.
    And with my last bit of energy, I tried
    to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was you, My
    Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.

    May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
  13. duckwithoneleg Active Member

    well, it was as heart-wrenching as it was intended to be.

    i have a few thoughts about this.

    1) babies trump doggies. they just do *ducks for flying tomatoes* and sometimes families have to make hard decisions to keep their kids safe or to troubleshoot for unanticipated financial hard times. that's just life. it's unfortunate, but that's the way it is.

    2) of course should a horribly unfortunate time like that arise for a family, craigslist should be posted on before the shelter!!!! and of course all the care in the world should go into finding the dog a new home. i honestly can't imagine ever taking an animal to a shelter (especially one that wasn't no-kill!) and have to say craigslist has never failed me in this area. i have rehomed a bunny and some turtles and some sugar gliders with great success to precious people who sent me updates for months on how the animals were adjusting (wonderfully) and how much they were loving them (tons and tons).

    3) sometimes the circumstances that arise are unforeseeable and unavoidable, however, i think (as i'm sure most on this forum already know) that the chances of running into a situation like that can be made much much slimmer by:
    *researching what you're getting yourself into before you purchase a puppy or a dog
    (that is, learning about the breed, the age, dogs in general, etc, etc...)
    *understanding training
    *understanding expenses that go into having a pet
    *thinking ahead about what you want for your life/family in the years to come instead of looking solely at your current situation (i think so many people make this mistake)

    for me, personally, it would break my heart to ever have to give up my puppy. so i made a careful choice about what kind of dog i wanted. and now i am working so hard with him to make sure that we don't run into too many problems in the future. the rest is just prayers for my husband's job, our economy, and all those things that we can't control. :heart:
  14. puppygirl100200 New Member

    of course I cried through the whole poem.

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