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Our 19 year old beagle was put down yesterday. She was almost as old as our youngest daughter.
About a week ago, without any other symptoms, she just stopped eating and pretty much drinking too. Her usual forte was to gobble down her prepared breakfast and to drink ..I'd seriously say about a quart of water at a clip (or so it seemed) AFTER coming in from relieving herself.
She had gotten quite demanding in the past few years. She would give that beagle sounding (range finding) wave when she wanted you to do something. You could kinda play "Lassie" with her.
"Give me a ping, Betsy. One ping only." Wooah~!
"What's the matter, girl?" Wooh!
"There's a lady, tied to the tracks?" Wooh!
"..and a train's coming?" Wooh-Wooh!
" ..and you want me to get Dad ..and the sheriff?" Wooh!
There was a time where my wife overfed her so much that she looked like a mature embedded tick. We got her trimmed down to pretty much normal weight for the last 5 years or so. She enjoyed going on walks and preferred me as the one holding the leash. I'm not sure why, but it made me feel good that she liked it that way.
She was most clever at puzzles where food was on the other end of the problem. When I would catch her, I would say, "Evil fat dog!!" and she used to immediately stop and go back where she belonged. In the last couple of years it evolved into eating the forbidden food faster before I could stop her. I had no intentions of stopping her in either case. It was just fun to catch her.
My sadness was not about having to put her down. It was that she had lived such a care free and happy life and that she could not possibly have understood what was happening to her. Some will say, "Sure, she's an animal" ..but that look of uncertainty ..that "quiet fear" was most painful for me to watch. You can comfort physical pain from injury and the like, but this was really pushing my empathetic buttons with my own feelings of helplessness/hopelessness.
My wife took it the hardest ..she was very sensitive to both dog's more subtle behaviors and much more tuned to how they "felt".
While I didn't have the super personal relationship with her that my wife did, I must say that I enjoyed indulging her and maintaining her illusions of "rightful peer" in the household.
About a week ago, without any other symptoms, she just stopped eating and pretty much drinking too. Her usual forte was to gobble down her prepared breakfast and to drink ..I'd seriously say about a quart of water at a clip (or so it seemed) AFTER coming in from relieving herself.

She had gotten quite demanding in the past few years. She would give that beagle sounding (range finding) wave when she wanted you to do something. You could kinda play "Lassie" with her.
"Give me a ping, Betsy. One ping only." Wooah~!
"What's the matter, girl?" Wooh!
"There's a lady, tied to the tracks?" Wooh!
"..and a train's coming?" Wooh-Wooh!
" ..and you want me to get Dad ..and the sheriff?" Wooh!
There was a time where my wife overfed her so much that she looked like a mature embedded tick. We got her trimmed down to pretty much normal weight for the last 5 years or so. She enjoyed going on walks and preferred me as the one holding the leash. I'm not sure why, but it made me feel good that she liked it that way.
She was most clever at puzzles where food was on the other end of the problem. When I would catch her, I would say, "Evil fat dog!!" and she used to immediately stop and go back where she belonged. In the last couple of years it evolved into eating the forbidden food faster before I could stop her. I had no intentions of stopping her in either case. It was just fun to catch her.
My sadness was not about having to put her down. It was that she had lived such a care free and happy life and that she could not possibly have understood what was happening to her. Some will say, "Sure, she's an animal" ..but that look of uncertainty ..that "quiet fear" was most painful for me to watch. You can comfort physical pain from injury and the like, but this was really pushing my empathetic buttons with my own feelings of helplessness/hopelessness.
My wife took it the hardest ..she was very sensitive to both dog's more subtle behaviors and much more tuned to how they "felt".
While I didn't have the super personal relationship with her that my wife did, I must say that I enjoyed indulging her and maintaining her illusions of "rightful peer" in the household.