nekdoneco123
Esteemed Citizen of ZV
my boy, caucassian shepherd boy Argo, died yesterday. he was only 6.
despite having a cone and me limiting his movement, a wound he had in his crotch ripped open. it was in such a bad spot that even simple movement such as lifting his leg to pee put strain on it. he lost some blood before i got home, some more during the restitching surgery... he was so weak after it a couple of strangers had to help me carry him in our car. at home, i laid him in our bed. he was breathing. i was close by, watching over him. he then let out a soft whine as he slept, he usually did those when he had a bad dream. i sat beside him, stroked his head. it wasn't a bad dream this time, it was his last breath. the blood loss was too much for his heart. it gave in. i rushed him to the clinic... they tried... they tried for so long. it wasn't enough.
he started his life as a unwanted wedding gift. i don't know if the recipients had other plans for future living and it failed (i didn't bother to ask), but the fact was that he was a very large dog living in a little 2+1 flat, confined mostly to a balcony. i was the only one who showed interest, they had no problem driving him all the way across the country. they dropped him off without much of saying goodbye or anything. no toys, no supplies. just him and his leash... he was socialized so poorly and knew so little about handling situations the first interaction we had was him trying to lunge for my neck, i was at fault too. what was i thinking trying to straight up pet his had. my girl Bára had to intervene. she put him down, a boy more than twice her size.
our relationship started as more of an indifference. i let him explore the house and our garden on his own. Bára kept an eye on him. first night was the only other time he ever bore teeth at me. he laid in our bed and refused to move when i wanted to lay down also. it was our "now or never" moment. i grabbed him by his neck and pulled him off the bed. i laid down and called him back. he followed and we just clicked. he let me pet him to sleep.
this summer should have been our fifth together. our first day aside, he showed zero signs of any aggression towards me (and he hated having his claws clipped). on the contrary, he turned into a very contact oriented boy. loved to cuddle or just lean against me. ppl around me were always going "why do you let him in the house? large dogs are happier outside!". his happiest and preferred position was to lay over my feet under my computer desk with his head on my thigh...
five years of good health and the first time he had any issue whatsoever was also his last.
despite having a cone and me limiting his movement, a wound he had in his crotch ripped open. it was in such a bad spot that even simple movement such as lifting his leg to pee put strain on it. he lost some blood before i got home, some more during the restitching surgery... he was so weak after it a couple of strangers had to help me carry him in our car. at home, i laid him in our bed. he was breathing. i was close by, watching over him. he then let out a soft whine as he slept, he usually did those when he had a bad dream. i sat beside him, stroked his head. it wasn't a bad dream this time, it was his last breath. the blood loss was too much for his heart. it gave in. i rushed him to the clinic... they tried... they tried for so long. it wasn't enough.
he started his life as a unwanted wedding gift. i don't know if the recipients had other plans for future living and it failed (i didn't bother to ask), but the fact was that he was a very large dog living in a little 2+1 flat, confined mostly to a balcony. i was the only one who showed interest, they had no problem driving him all the way across the country. they dropped him off without much of saying goodbye or anything. no toys, no supplies. just him and his leash... he was socialized so poorly and knew so little about handling situations the first interaction we had was him trying to lunge for my neck, i was at fault too. what was i thinking trying to straight up pet his had. my girl Bára had to intervene. she put him down, a boy more than twice her size.
our relationship started as more of an indifference. i let him explore the house and our garden on his own. Bára kept an eye on him. first night was the only other time he ever bore teeth at me. he laid in our bed and refused to move when i wanted to lay down also. it was our "now or never" moment. i grabbed him by his neck and pulled him off the bed. i laid down and called him back. he followed and we just clicked. he let me pet him to sleep.
this summer should have been our fifth together. our first day aside, he showed zero signs of any aggression towards me (and he hated having his claws clipped). on the contrary, he turned into a very contact oriented boy. loved to cuddle or just lean against me. ppl around me were always going "why do you let him in the house? large dogs are happier outside!". his happiest and preferred position was to lay over my feet under my computer desk with his head on my thigh...
five years of good health and the first time he had any issue whatsoever was also his last.
Sorry for your Loss, it's like losing a close blood relative & takes a long time to adjust & come to terms with & at such a young age also. 
