Is it wrong for me to still be depressed about Sugar leaving??

[Spirit2010]

Well, people were making fun of me for my dog Sugar, being put down, and it made it worse for me.. I feel terrible for putting her down. They said I killed her, boiled her in something, don't remember... And now it is harder to get rid of the memory... The friendship we had.. Its hard for me to forget putting her down now, all I can picture in my head, is her wagging that tail of hers, and smiling to the very end... And the sudden she stopped althogether, although I wasn't there at the vet that day, this is all I can picture in my head now. Is it wrong to feel this way? Its been 4 months + now.. I can still not forget that image.. I want to forget the bad image... I don't think I will ever be able to forget it now.. My girl is gone, never to come back.. I can't live without her... Its too hard.. I don't know what I am going to do..

 

[Maxy24]

Who was talking to you like that!:yikes: That's horrible! I also put my dog down at the end of January, I have decided that I will never get over it, not because I don't want to but because I can't, there is no possible way it will stop hurting when I think of him. He was my first dog, raised me in a way since I was four, if it was not for him I would not have the love for animals that I do. i think if I had another dog it would be a little easier because life would not have changed so drastically, I almost never go outside just for fun now. I have a feeling I may be getting close to a depression sort of state because of it, I mean I don't do anything anymore. Loosing him was the hardest thing ever and what stinks is that my friends have never had that experience and they can't relate to it. Sure my family went through it too but they were not nearly as close to him as I was. I held him in my arms as he died and looked into his eyes as the life left them, It was hard when his breathing stopped but his heart kept going, they almost had to give a second dose, they said he had a very strong heart, that killed me especially because we don't really know what was wrong. They saw tumors in his Spleen and Kidney's but when they were biopsied they found no cancer (they only checked the spleen though). He quite walking and was in extreme pain we tried meds but it seemed to make him worse, so we put him down the next morning, on my birthday.I keep thinking, what if he would have gotten better and didn't have to die, what if we killed him for no reason? and the biggest thing is that nothing can ever answer that question, I'll wonder it until the day I too perish.My life is much different and less happy more stressful it seems, I have cats but they are just soooo different then Max or any dog. I know what you must be feeling after loosing your dog, your friend and I can't believe anyone was making fun of the fact that happened to you. I'm very sorry. Oh, and sorry if I sorta hijacked your thread, I'm still really emotional over Max, I hope you can come to terms with the loss of your beloved friend

 

[Spirit2010]

Its ok Maxy, I am sorry for Max. That must be painful, very painful for you. I try not to look at pictures until the wounds heal, but its just impossible to not look at a photo, since you can't see their real face. Oh that smiling face would have made my day today, but unfortunately she is no longer here. Dogs make your day special. I understand why you are emotional about Max, you have had him since you were 4. I am very sorry about Max though.

 

[Denaluvscorgis]

No...it's not wrong of you at all. It takes a very long time to deal with a loss like that. We never get over it!!!!!!!!!! (((((((HUGS))))))))))))

 

[bubbatd]

I still remember each and every one of mine ...remember , you aren't grieving them , you are grieving YOUR loss . You have to learn to enjoy the memories. Even scattering ashes of mine special places was a good thing .... I was remembering why they loved those areas and it brought joy .

 

[Whisper]

That's appalling that someone would say things like that.
No, it's not wrong. It's normal. I still cry over the dogs I've lost. But what helps with me is not to put it in the back of my mind. After Rosie died I would look through her pictures, write about memories and in detail about the day she was PTS, how much I hurt and missed her; everything to express how I felt and bring to the surface. With Mandy my heart was broken and still is. . .the loss will never leave my heart. . .but I find peace in her finally being at rest.
It hasn't been that long since Sugar died. . .it gets better. No, it never goes away, but it gets easier and easier to focus on the joy they bring into your life; there is a hole in my heart that can never be filled, but I am at the point of being able to laugh about their antics and smile as my heart warms up over the memories.

 

[Aussie Red]

Pictures and good memories of each of my loved ones who have gone before me do the trick. I hate people who have to make someone feel bad for doing something good. Those who have said such nasty things to you are very shallow and do not feel good about themselves so they have to belittle others to make themselves feel good. I give them no thought or time. People who have to hurt others to feel good about themselves are not worth me wasting one moment of my precious life thinking about.

 

[Rosefern]

I know how you feel. I got a Sheltie puppy when I was about five. Her name was Cassie. We grew up together - we sort of raised each other. She was my best friend. She went through elementary school, junior high, and high school with me. She came with me to college. We went through so much together. She was my best friend.

She loved to be held on her back, like a baby. She loved running, and was my dad's jogging partner for years. She was really too old to be a running partner when I started doing cross country and track, but she would come to the track with me, lay in the grass, and watch me practice. The last lap around though, she was right there with me. We slept together on the same bed every night for fifteen years. That first night without her was the worst. I had fallen asleep every night to the sound of her breathing. And now it wasn't there.

She died two weeks after her fifteenth birthday. She had only really started showing her age (hearing loss, sight loss, moving slowly) at about age fourteen, but had really started going downhill about a month before she died. I prayed that she would hit fifteen. And she did.

Cassie was so finicky-clean, she never once had an accident in the house. She was already potty-trained when we got her (granted, she could only hold it for four hours then, but...). Even when it must have hurt her joints, she got up to go outside. She loved being outside. She'd just lay there in the grass and sunbathe.

Even to this day (and it's been ten years), I miss her so much. You can never really forget any dog, but especially the one that you grew up.

Flicka may be, in every way, my heart dog. But Cassie was my forever dog.

Rosefern

 

[Barb04]

The best thing you can do is take each day one at a time. Do look at pics you may have or just remember the times you spent with Sugar. I promise it does get better but takes time. Talk to the people who understand what happened and not those that are there only to judge you. We are here whenever you need to talk.

 

[bfine]

whoever was making fun...needs to be kicked to the curb!!!!

Unless you have been lucky enough to experience that very special connection that can happen with an animal you have no idea what it is like to lose a pet its harder when you have to make the decision to have your pet put to sleep what a huge responsibility!!! and those of us who have held our loved ones in our arms while they passed to another place know how even harder that is... but some people don't understand to them its "just a dog"

I lost my best friend Nov. 20th 2006, I had just got a job at a local vets office and was so excited to start the new job on the next Monday.
that saturday morning the sound of my 13 year old Golden Retriever "Crazy"
struggling to get up off the bathroom floor. I picked her up and she just kind off fell over again I thought she had hurt her hip...after a while I could tell she had had a stroke...she couldn't walk or eat or anything ...

That Monday morning I went into my new job and told them about "Crazy"
they sent me home to get her
I brought her in by myself ...they could have done this to her or that to her
I just looked at the vet and said "I promised her I wouldn't let her suffer"
the Vet understood, and gave me a moment to say good-bye.
Then I carried my best friend out to my car and brought her home
and buried her next to her best dog friend Sheeba.
I went to work the next day but I just couldn't do it ...I never went back after that
That was four months ago and every time I see a Golden Retriever on TV a tear slips down my cheek...