Thanks Jas. My attitude is "they were there for me, I'll be there for them"


That's fair enough. I'm not normally emotional. But animals suffering is my weak spot.


Excellent post.

In a way the poem helps me justify a decision I made a very long time ago. In those days the quartine laws and conditions were extremely harsh, and we had a difficult decision to make when we had to return to England with only a few days notice.

It was not an option to leave Rezzy (rexxy???) there, it was not an option to take her with us. We had to have her ("him"???), shot (it was along time ago, and there was no medical people at hand).

Poor thing was less than a year old. It comforts me that she/he did not end up like the dog in the OP.

Perhaps this is why people have there animals killed when they die or move into a nursing home. A long peacful sleep is better than a lifetime of feelingthe pain of betrayl.

To all those animals we had to "let go"

Jesus, at least the dog did not suffer the fate one of our dogs did when I was a kid. My dad took Candy to the beck and tied a breeze block round her neckand scopped her in. Cheaper than a trip to the vet. I was upset mind but she was a crap dog.

Point is though we have a dog to peform a task for us - be that to comfort us, protect us or heard sheep. If they are not peforming that job we can get rid (oh I can hear the wails and gnashing of teeth). We had our next dog Trixie (shows what crap name you get when kids are involved) for 13 years then she was put down at the vet as I took her myself.

I've just stumbled across this thread, have to say words/opinion like this disgust me.

Words fail me, they really really do. How anyone can do this to an animal never mind a family pet is beyond me. And to just brush it aside with "she was a crap dog"..... Crap human being more like.

Just disgusting.

Hopefully you live in a pet free home

Any dog ending up with you, would have to be one seriously unlucky animal.

I hope you never have any more dogs

In times gone buy it was quite common for the father of the family to get rid of a unwanted litter, by drowning. It was a combination of cost and culture. Fortunetly society has moved on.

Despite the fact he was a farmer my father tried to protect us from the reality, and he would always say he was "taking the dog/kittens/puppies/cat to the vet". He would always come back empty handed. To this day I always wince when someone says they are taking their pet to the vet.

Years later I found out my dear father was taking the animals to the butchers where they processed for food for the local zoo (this was during the war)

that was sad. Horrified at some peoples responces

I only found out recently that my great grandfather drowned his dog in the old fashioned wash tub after they had finished doing the washing on a Monday morning,holding him under the water until he drowned.

His name was Bonny, he had nipped the postman.

I couldn't believe this and still can't.

So very very cruel.

Well I have to admit that I cried like a baby . . .






. . . after I realised that was five minutes of my life I'd never see again.

I'm more horrified at your spelling.