Thinking of getting my dog put down, too harsh??

beachbeth

pandas66 wrote: »

I think the dog and the family aren't suited anymore and sounds like they are struggling to be under the same roof.

To me this doesn't sound a happy situation which ever side you look from, although PTS shouldn't be your 1st option I have read your OP and it isn't your 1st thought.
So I'd reccomend seeking advice from the RSPCA, your vet will certainly be able to assess your pooch on whether the pooing situation will improve any. Perhaps pooch's illness is worse as she is living in a stressed enviroment to her. As in 2 small children and not enough excercise.
I think you should do the best for the dog and find her a new home. Then your family will be happier.

I do think your doing the right thing by looking for a new home 1st, if all else fails then keeping a stressed/ill dog alive isn't they best thing for ALL concerned especially the pooch.

Its only worth giving a dog a home if you can offer devoted care and it become a member of the family,if not then its got to be kinder to let it go.

I completely agree with this. The dog probably isn't any more happy with the situation than its owner. It just isn't right for the OP to try to struggle on in this way. There is nothing worse than having young children in the house and a dog who is making a mess - very unhygenic. Also, if the dog has bitten the children she could do the same to the babies which would be awful.

Sometimes our situations change and we can no longer keep the pets we have. Obviously if a rescue or alternative home can be found then this is ideal, but who would want a dog that messes inside and an older dog at that?

This dog would obviously be very upset to be in a rescue centre and to me this is more cruel than having her put down. You can tell from the original post that being put to sleep is the last option but, if no one can help, then this may be the only option.

The only thing I would disagree with, pandas66, is asking the RSPCA for help. They are worse than useless and just wouldn't be interested. I know plenty of people who have telephoned them to inform them of an injured or at-risk animal and they just don't want to know. They would be even less interested in a 10 year old dog that needs a new home. They would only do something about it if they had a tv camera crew coming to film them!:mad:

Mutter_2

Have to agree with your opinion of RSPCA beachbeth.
It wasn't always so. Many years ago a little girl next door to us mentioned her dog. Strange, we'd never seen or heard a dog.
RSPCA were informed, came straight away and yes there was a dog.
Locked in the shed. They removed it straight away.

Recently, when a dog was left behind when the owners moved out, it took the local beat bobby to get anything done.

mrcol1000

Mutter wrote: »

Have to agree with your opinion of RSPCA beachbeth.
It wasn't always so. Many years ago a little girl next door to us mentioned her dog. Strange, we'd never seen or heard a dog.
RSPCA were informed, came straight away and yes there was a dog.
Locked in the shed. They removed it straight away.

Recently, when a dog was left behind when the owners moved out, it took the local beat bobby to get anything done.

Sadly its like everything in life. There is a growing problem and fewer resources to deal with it. Your lucky the police bothered to do anything at all.

Paparika

Such a hard thing to decide, but why did the dog have a go at the kids? have they been mistreating the dog behind your back?

my comment to the poop would be when i grow old and senile and poop myself i hope to god i am not pts because i become and inconvenience.

please read this, it upset a lot of us on here when stevetodd posted it, it's beautifully written but unfortunately true. please try harder with re homing RSPCA will help.

stevetodd wrote: »

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 bellyrub.
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 I 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 goodbye 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 dogspeak, 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.

The End


Author : Jim Willis

Fat_Fairy

oh my that is so moving, i used to be a sanctuary manager and that says it all to me.
'pets' should be part of the family, i am so sad that the OP no longer 'has time' for this poor dog, so sad..........

aliasojo

Crap. I really wish I hadn't read that.

Paparika

aliasojo wrote: »

Crap. I really wish I hadn't read that.

sorry i know its upsetting but i think the OP needs to read it and then perhaps she will change her mind,

aliasojo

No it's ok..I agree. It was just so sad.

Aspiring

aliasojo wrote: »

Crap. I really wish I hadn't read that.

Ditto

deedeeliz

Oh thats made me cry

OP have you tried a better quality food than tescos own brand?

I have two 11 month old cats and feed them royal canin, for the cats they even have a 'Sensitive' dry food. I'm sure the dog foods could help