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When Your Dog Dies: Getting Help From Pet Owners

Monday, June 20th, 2011


When your dog dies it can be a traumatic experience, and for some, it is the equivalent of losing a human member of the family. If your pet was an integral part of your life, your grief is likely to be intense, and at times overwhelming.

The best thing you can do for your own well-being is to surround yourself with people who understand the bond that exists between a human and their beloved pet. People who don’t share your love of pets or have never owned one, will not understand the deep sense of loss you experience. If you have to make the painful decision to euthanize your dog, it is very important that you be there for your pet and give it the ultimate gift of a peaceful and pain-free end.

Some people are lucky to have another dog to help them through the sadness of losing a loving companion animal. Pets also feel the loss of their friend, and together you may find comfort in sharing your sadness, even though it is with an animal rather than a human. Animals will never be unfeeling or judge you, telling you to “Get over it,” or “It’s time to get on with your life and forget your dog.”

It helps to understand your feelings of loss when your dog dies. The bond that we form with our dogs can be deep and fulfilling, and the loss of a beloved animal can have an impact on us that is as painful as the loss of a family member or friend. This bond is what makes the connections with our pets rich and rewarding; and also what makes the grieving process so difficult. The greater your love for your pet, the deeper the sense of loss will be when they are gone.

The length of time a person grieves for the loss of their pet is often very different among people. Grief is an internal and personal response to the loss of a pet and there are identifiable stages of grief that most people experience. By understanding the grieving process, you can learn to accept and manage your grief, and help other family members or friends who share your feelings of loss.

There are many stages of grief, but not everyone experiences all of them, nor in the same order. These stages include denial, anger, guilt, depression, and acceptance, followed by the assurance of a life yet to be lived. Grief often comes in waves and can be brought on by something as simple as remembering how you and your pet used to spend loving times together. Seeing other people enjoying their pets can bring back good memories of you and your pet together and can seem overwhelming at times.

Many people immediately get rid of all the things their pet used every day – food and water bowls, collar and leashes, dog food, the dog’s bed, and many other items. This makes it easier to accept your loss because you are not being constantly reminded that your pet is no longer with you. If your pet’s death was sudden, or the time was short between accepting the finality of compassionate euthanasia, the more difficult it can be to accept the loss and the stronger the denial.

Anger and guilt often follow denial. Your anger may be directed toward people you love and respect, which often
includes family and friends. People coping with the death of a pet will often say things that they don’t really mean, and unintentionally hurt people they don’t mean to offend.

Some pet owners may feel guilty or blame themselves for not recognizing the seriousness of their dog’s illness earlier and doing something about it sooner. Others may feel guilty because they could not afford the cost of further treatment to help their dog.

Depression is a common experience after the death of a beloved dog. You will probably find yourself frequently crying, and day-to-day tasks can seem impossible to accomplish. You may also feel isolated and alone, avoiding the company of your friends and family. Some people find it hard to get out of bed in the morning, especially if the morning routine included caring for the dog’s needs.

There may be times when you wonder if you can go on living without your pet. The answer is a resounding YES. Eventually you will be able to handle your sadness and begin to accept the death of your pet. When you can remember your dog and the happy times you spent together without feeling intense grief and emotional pain, you are on the road to recovery. Acceptance does not mean you will no longer feel the sense of loss, only that you have come to accept the fact that your dog has died and will always live in your heart and memories.

Although everyone experiences some stages of grief, grieving is always a personal process one goes through and some people will take longer than others to come to terms with denial, anger, guilt, and depression. If you understand that these are normal reactions almost every dog owner goes through when their beloved pet dies, you will be better equipped to cope with your feelings.

Sometimes family and friends may not realize how important your pet was to you or the intensity of your grief, and may make remarks at times that seem cruel and uncaring. Understand that these comments are not meant to hurt you.

The death of a beloved dog can be extremely upsetting, especially if you had to euthanize your pet. The pain that comes from having to choose euthanasia, initially makes people vow that they will never have another pet dog because they could not stand to go through this kind of pain again. The thought of loving and eventually losing another dog may seem unbearable. Know that if you think these feelings will never go away, be assured that they too will pass with time. The decision of when, or even if ever, to bring a new dog into your life, is a personal one. Although you can never replace the dog you loved and lost, it is possible to find another pet to share your life with.

The length of time from birth to old age is much shorter for dogs than it is for people, and the death of a pet is a normal part of the life cycle. No matter what you do or to what extent you go through to keep your dog alive, death cannot be avoided. Understanding and compassion from friends and family can help you manage the grief of losing a best friend when your dog dies.

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Twas The Night Before Christmas

Friday, December 24th, 2010


The night before Christmas brings joy to children around the world. But did you know it also brings joy to many happy canines!

Twas the night before Christmas at the animal shelter,
The dogs were asleep, tired from their helter-skelter.

Their stockings were hung from the cages with care,
In hopes that Santa Claus would find them all there.

The dogs were all snoring and snug in their beds,
While visions of doggy treats danced in their heads.

The ground outside sparkled with a blanket of snow,
Lit by pale moonlight, it cast a picturesque glow.

Suddenly on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
The dogs jumped from their beds to see what was the matter.

The windows were huge and the light shone so bright,
That what the dogs saw, gave them all a great fright.

As if in a trance, they peered through the panes,
And saw a miniature sleigh pulled by eight Great Danes.

A big shaggy Sheepdog was seated in a giant red sleigh,
Busy smacking his lips and barking “I’m in a hurry today!”.

Tall, proud and sturdy, the Great Danes looked the same,
Then Santa whistled and shouted, and called them by name.

“Now, Dudley! Now, Dylan! Now, Pepper and Dexter!
On, Corky! On Chipper! On, Dallas and Baxter!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”

Over the house-top the Great Danes they flew,
With the sleigh full of treats, and St. Nicholas too.

With a loud crash the sleigh hit the roof of a shed,
Missing by yards the shelter’s roof overhead.

As they squealed with concern and ran all around,
Down the chimney came Santa with a leap and a bound.

His fur was all shaggy, white and gray head to foot,
And his paws were all tarnished with ashes and soot.

A bundle of doggy treats he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes — how they twinkled! His ears flopped like jello!
He acted so happy and was such a great fellow.

His teeth looked so big each time he would smile,
And his grin was so huge it stretched for a mile.

He had a broad face and a great big round belly,
That shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old soul,
He was perfectly suited for this honorable role.

When he stared at his audience and shook his head,
The dogs obeyed and headed silently back to bed.

He spoke not a word, just did his work with stealth,
And filled all the stockings with treats from Dogshealth.

Then placing one paw on the side of his nose,
He gave a quick nod and up the chimney he rose.

He jumped in his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all dogs, and to all a good-night.”

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Dogs As Christmas Gifts

Friday, December 10th, 2010


You’re at the pet store and you see the perfect Christmas gift – a beautiful, cuddly little puppy adorned with a big red bow – the ideal present for someone you love. But stop for a moment and consider that while a dog as a Christmas gift may seem like an irresistible gift, and one that the intended recipient will surely love and appreciate, it actually can be a very bad idea.

There are good reasons to avoid giving a new puppy or dog as a present. Are you certain the person really wants a new dog? If they do, what kind of dog is going to be best for their life style – a Golden Retriever with it’s people loving personality? A German Shepherd to guard the house? A big dog? A little dog? There are many things you really need to consider before gifting someone with a puppy or dog.

Two good reasons why giving a dog for Christmas is a bad idea:

(1) You need to ask yourself is, does this person even want a dog? Is the intended recipient of your gift actually ready for a dog? If the person is a dog lover, but doesn’t have a dog, there’s probably a good reason why. If he or she already owns a dog, maybe it’s not the appropriate time to add another dog to their family. You should be aware of how the gift recipient really feels about dog ownership.

(2) The gift of a new dog or puppy is something many kids dream about. Unfortunately, most children don’t realize that dog ownership comes with a lot of responsibility. If a child comes to the conclusion that caring for the dog is too much, the responsibility will ultimately transfer to the parents. If you are not the child’s parent, then you definitely should not give that child a new dog unless the parents are in agreement that it would make a great gift. If you are a parent of the child, then getting a dog becomes a family decision. If it’s your child, you should have a parent-to-child talk about the responsibilities involved in raising and caring for a puppy who soon grows into an adult dog.

If the receiver of the gift is truly open to welcoming a new dog into their home, there are still some important things to consider. Dogs given as gifts to kids on Christmas are often caught up in all the hustle and bustle of the season, and sadly, they may be soon forgotten, ignored like new toys and games.

If someone you care about is an adult and has indicated an interest in becoming a dog owner, you may want to give them a book about dog ownership as a gift. Use that as an opportunity to discuss whether or not they really want a pet dog, then if the answer is yes, make future plans to go with them to pick out their new dog or puppy. If the future owner of the dog is included in the decision process, it will be in everyone’s favor.

Make this Christmas a very merry one for the one you want to give the gift to, and also for the dog who deserves a loving, happy home where he or she is appreciated and wanted.

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Dogs at the First Thanksgiving

Tuesday, November 23rd, 2010


Were there dogs at the first Thanksgiving held by the pilgrims in the New World in 1621? Did they hunt down and retrieve the turkeys? Did they make friends with the Indians?

The American Kennel Club says that it is very likely there were dogs helping celebrate the first Thanksgiving.

It turns out that pilgrims weren’t the only passengers onboard the Mayflower. Man’s best friend also made the transatlantic voyage from Southampton, England to Plymouth, Massachusetts in the year 1620.

The American Kennel Club says the earliest mention of dogs being sighted in America appeared in a 17th century journal called “Mourt’s Relation”, a history of the first years of life in the brave new world. According to the story, there were two dogs – an English Springer Spaniel and a Mastiff – that were brought from England by a pilgrim named John Goodman. These two dogs participated in the first discoveries of human life and the abundant food sources found on Cape Cod during the first winter in the New World.

This Thanksgiving let’s give special thanks to the English Springer Spaniel and the Mastiff who came to America to help the Pilgrims begin their life in the new world. While both dogs helped the settlers find and retrieve much needed nourishment, they were also loyal, trusted companions that proved to be indispensable to the pilgrims in many other ways.

As we partake of the abundance on our Thanksgiving tables with platters of succulent food, let’s not forget our own faithful companions, eagerly watching every bite we take and hoping that either we’ll give in and offer them a treat, or if there are children present, one will “accidentally” drop some food on the floor for them to enjoy.

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Classic Tails Vol. 4 – The Hunchback of Notre Dame

Friday, November 12th, 2010


Classic Tails Vol. 4 – The Hunchback of Notre Dame. This novel is required reading in most high schools but we don’t think you’ve read the dog version before – have you?

For though Quasimodo was a kind and gentle Pug, it was his unfortunate crime to have been born hideously deformed with a large hump on his back that caused him to lurch forward with his head bobbing slightly above the ground as he trotted along. But one day his tender heart would prove to be a thing of rare beauty. The object of his secret love was Esmerelda, a lovely, petite English Cocker Spaniel.

As the story unfolds, Esmerelda becomes the victim of a coward’s jealous rage, and is unjustly convicted of a crime she didn’t commit. Her sentence is death by hanging. And only one brave dog can save her – Quasimodo!

This tender tale begins in Paris, the city of a thousand lights, inside a church called Notre Dame. Within its massive bell tower there lived a deformed bell ringer. His name was Quasimodo, a two year old Pug, burdened with a severely hunched back. Nobody liked Quasimodo. Everyone made fun of him and resented him because of his “hideous, ugly monstrous appearance”. He was, to put it mildly, one ugly dog.

Quasimodo was lucky enough to not be condemned to a life of living out of trash cans and having kids throw stones at him. He was sheltered in Notre Dame by the compassionate archdeacon, Dom Claude Frollo, a French Bulldog who helped him after finding Quasimodo cold and starving, lying on Notre Dame’s doorsteps one freezing December night. Later on both dogs fell in love with a beautiful, compassionate, gypsy dog named Esmeralda – but in different ways. Frollo lusted after her, but Quasimodo simply loved her romantically. But as fate would have it, Esmerelda was in love with the handsome guard dog, Captain Phoebus de Chautepers. But Chautepers, being a crass and sometimes tactless Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, did not love her back. He was already engaged to another female dog, but he was secretly a vain, untrustworthy dog with no moral scruples so he seduced Esmerelda into a quick romantic fling with him. Frollo then embarked on a mad jealousy spree, and tried to kill Phoebus, although the attempt failed and Esmeralda was unjustly framed for the deed.

This is where the meat of the story actually begins, when our poor hunchback tries to keep Esmerelda safe in the cathedral’s bell tower. But fate rears its ugly head and a group of Parisian peasants who don’t understand Quasimodo’s motives, tries to lay siege to Notre Dame in an attempt to free Esmerelda. The story eventually leads to a tragic end.

Quasimodo, scorned by most and jeered at whenever spotted by the townspeople, hated everyone except Esmerelda and Claude Frollo. Quasimodo excluded both of these dogs from his malice and from his hatred for others, and the only living creature he loved even more than his cathedral was Claude Frollo. Frollo had taken him in, had adopted him, had nourished him, had reared him. When Quasimodo was a little puppy, it was between Claude Frollo’s four legs that he always sought refuge when the mean palace dogs barked at him and chased him from room to room.

Claude Frollo gave him the position of the Notre Dame bell ringer and Quasimodo’s gratitude towards Frollo was profound, passionate, and boundless. Even though the visage of Quasimodo’s adopted father was often clouded or severe, and his barking was habitually curt, harsh, and slightly imperious, Quasimodo’s gratitude never wavered for a single moment. The archdeacon had in Quasimodo the most submissive slave, the most docile lackey, the most vigilant of dogs. When Quasimodo became deaf from the constant loud ringing of the cathedral’s bell, together they developed a language of signs; mysterious and understood by Quasimodo and Frollo alone. In this manner the archdeacon was the sole living thing with whom Quasimodo was able to preserve communication. He cared for only two things in this world: Notre Dame and Claude Frollo.

There is nothing which can be compared with the influence of the archdeacon over Quasimodo, nor with the attachment of the bell ringer for the archdeacon. Just a sign from Claude and the idea of giving him pleasure would have sufficed to make Quasimodo hurl himself headlong from the bell tower of Notre Dame. It was a remarkable thing–all that physical strength which had reached in Quasimodo such extraordinary development, and which was placed by him blindly at the disposition of another. There was in it, no doubt, filial devotion, and domestic attachment; but there was also the fascination of one spirit by another spirit. It was a poor, awkward, and clumsy abused dog, that stood with lowered head and supplicating eyes before the powerful and superior intellect of Frollo. Lastly, and above all, it was gratitude. Gratitude so pushed to an extreme limit, that we don’t know what to compare it to. This virtue is not one of those of which the finest examples are to be found among dogs or men. We can say that Quasimodo loved the archdeacon as never a dog, never a horse, never an elephant loved his master.

As a literate dog myself, I am happy to report that I thoroughly enjoyed this novel by Victor Hugo. Although I’m not sure I would have been able to be a close friend of Quasimodo (I am a little vain about my handsome Golden Retriever looks, after all), but it would have been fun to have lived through this time in history. That is, if it had actually been real.

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