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Again' date=' I have to agree with Shanoa.

 

And the same thing happened to my dog too, expect she got a cancer under her stomach. Heck, even my aunt told me that she was already searching for a place to die. And Tiger, know what we did? They took her to the vet and hed the vet to put her down. You should do it to.

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We're doing it the day after Christmas :(

 

You're going to keep that dog alive for almost a month?

 

Seriously, what is wrong with you?

 

It'll probably die on it's own before then anyway, why prolong it's suffering for that long?

 

ANIMAL CRUELTY.

 

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Again' date=' I have to agree with Shanoa.

 

And the same thing happened to my dog too, expect she got a cancer under her stomach. Heck, even my aunt told me that she was already searching for a place to die. And Tiger, know what we did? They took her to the vet and hed the vet to put her down. You should do it to.

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We're doing it the day after Christmas :(

 

You're going to keep that dog alive for almost a month?

 

Seriously, what is wrong with you?

 

It'll probably die on it's own before then anyway, why prolong it's suffering for that long?

 

ANIMAL CRUELTY.

 

Very relevant.

 

I've been to Drift before <_<

 

We love our dog more than you will ever know.

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*sigh*

 

No offense glasstin' date=' but Claire is right, keeping the dog alive for THAT long is just not right. It will only suffer.

 

Tiger, get the vet to put Lily down, now.

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Actually, I never formally disagreed with Claire.

 

One year ago, my grandfather suddenly experienced symptoms of vomiting, sweating, and shortness of breath.

 

We immediately brought him to the emergency room at our local hospital, but we failed to receive proper attention; the nurses viewed the symptoms as signs of viral gastroenteritis or something.

 

Once my grandfather was able to be seen by a doctor, he was rushed to a different part of the hospital; it was evident that my grandfather was dying.

 

Quite a few doctors told us that my grandfather had gone through a series of silent heart attacks in the past few months, and that it's nearly impossible to view any sort of symptoms at that stage.

 

My grandfather's coronary artery was blocked, and we knew that the only chance to save my grandfather was through surgery.

 

So, the surgery was scheduled on my mother's birthday at 9:00 a.m.

 

We planned to comfort my grandfather before it, but once we had gotten to the hospital, my grandfather wasn't in his room - my grandfather was already going through the surgery. The hospital moved it about four hours earlier than the original time specified.

 

For the first time in my life, I felt empty. Thoughts swirling around in my head about my grandfather being pulled into the surgery room, with no one to comfort him. I pictured in my mind the anxiety streaked across his face when the nurses told him that his family wasn't here.

 

We waited for hours.

 

My relatives began to arrive, also anxious to hear the results of the surgery.

 

Then, the surgeon came in.

 

Everything was a blur to me during those moments.

 

I couldn't fully understand the reactions of some of my family members, but I could tell that they weren't very good reactions.

 

I wasn't allowed to see my grandfather for a few days. My parents told me that seeing him in such a state wouldn't have a positive effect on my mind.

 

But I told them that I needed to see him. A person that took care of me, a person that I loved, and cared about.

 

So, my parents granted me permission to see him.

 

There he was. Lying on the bed, was my grandfather. Horror is the only word that I can use to describe this moment. His skin was at a bright yellow, yet pale somehow. He was swollen everywhere. Tubes coming out from almost every part of his body. Needles piercing every single vein in sight. He was now blind because of the effects of the surgery, his mouth sealed shut, with only the corner of his mouth held open. He couldn't move, he couldn't speak, but he could still hear and understand us.

 

Days passed until my grandfather went through yet another heart attack.

 

Two more surgeries followed.

 

He didn't deserve any of this. The pain he had to go through.

 

He was an extremely good person. Very virtuous and loving. I have never witnessed him make any mistakes, and he was always there to comfort me when I need his guidance.

 

Every single member of my family knew that he didn't deserve any of this.

 

He remained in the hospital for months. People in a state such as the one my grandfather was in only lasted for a few days.

 

But the doctor kept prolonging his existence. I believe that he wasn't truly concerned about the life of my grandfather; I believe that he was only concerned about the record that he kept at his hospital.

 

Then my family decided that enough was enough.

 

We transferred him to a hospice, where we comforted him until he passed away a few days later.

 

He could've easily lived longer, but keeping him in that state, would be extremely similar to keeping a lifeless human being.

 

I believe that Tiger's dog should be comforted as well, before her final moments.

 

Comparing my grandfather's situation with Tiger's dog's situation, my grandfather shouldn't have gone through all that torture. He himself, should have been transferred to a hospice a lot sooner. Tiger's dog on the other hand, should not be put down abruptly because Tiger has the chance to comfort her, to spend more time with her - Tiger's dog is still herself.

 

*Sigh*.

 

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We can't. She will live about 2 months longer' date=' so we're putting her to sleep one month from now

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you're absolutely sure there's no way to save her life?

 

It's an aggressive bone cancer. There is no cure.

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:cry: I just found out even more horrible news. I was visiting my Grandparents for the weekend and they dropped up off at our house. On their way back they got hit by a car :cry:

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Emotions are pointless really. I'm ashamed to say I have them sometimes.

 

But it's not that I don't have them' date=' it's that I don't feel sympathy for other people.

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So, what your saying is that you're heartless?

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Oh that is horrible. I really do feel sympathy for you. My dog died about a month ago so I know how it feels. Spend most of the time you can with your dog. I wasn't able to. You have the luxury of spending lily's final hours with. So what are you doing spending your time on a forum about a children's card game? Go give your dog a final hug.

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No' date=' I'm saying that caring about other people's problems, especially people that I've never even met, is extremely pointless.

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Lol. I see what you mean.


Oh that is horrible. I really do feel sympathy for you. My dog died about a month ago so I know how it feels. Spend most of the time you can with your dog. I wasn't able to. You have the luxury of spending lily's final hours with. So what are you doing spending your time on a forum about a children's card game? Go give your dog a final hug.

 

You know. You're right.

 

I'm going to go comfort my dog.

 

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