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I have had pet ownership thrust upon me by my various female companions throughout my adult life. Growing up on a dairy farm, surrounded by animals during my formative years can leave polarizing viewpoints on animal ownership on a person. I seemed to bond more with tractors and machinery than the finer aspects of herdsmanship. Hence why I did not follow the dairy farming path.
I had a couple of rotties that I thought the world of. The first one was taken by the first ex-wife, and that was absolutely heartbreaking - even the dog was heart broken. My ex came to pick some of her stuff from the house, and brought the dog for a visit. I was sitting on the couch. The rottie hopped up on the couch, sat down and leaned in next to me. Our eyes met and tears started streaming down her face.... that was one of the saddest, most touching things that I had ever seen...
The second one was a family pet. She was great with the kids and just a lovely dog. She was put into the care of a family friend when we moved to the UK for 2.5 years with my job. About 2 months before we were to return to Canada, she became sick. After many tests, the diagnosis was megaesophagas - a paralysis of the esophagus that left her unable to swallow. There is no treatment, you could only try to slowly feed her soft foods with her head elevated and let gravity try to do the job. Limited success, and she was slowly starving. The day after I got home from the UK, my daughter and I picked her up. From the neck up, she was herself, and her personality had not been a casualty of her affliction. The rest of her was a furry bag of bones... We took her straight to the vet and had her put down. We all broke down into tears, the vet included... She is buried in my back yard.
I have resisted getting any more pets. I live alone most of the time, and I like being able to simply lock the door and ride away from the house whenever I want, for as long as I want. I find joy in other's pets, and that is enough for me.
I had a couple of rotties that I thought the world of. The first one was taken by the first ex-wife, and that was absolutely heartbreaking - even the dog was heart broken. My ex came to pick some of her stuff from the house, and brought the dog for a visit. I was sitting on the couch. The rottie hopped up on the couch, sat down and leaned in next to me. Our eyes met and tears started streaming down her face.... that was one of the saddest, most touching things that I had ever seen...
The second one was a family pet. She was great with the kids and just a lovely dog. She was put into the care of a family friend when we moved to the UK for 2.5 years with my job. About 2 months before we were to return to Canada, she became sick. After many tests, the diagnosis was megaesophagas - a paralysis of the esophagus that left her unable to swallow. There is no treatment, you could only try to slowly feed her soft foods with her head elevated and let gravity try to do the job. Limited success, and she was slowly starving. The day after I got home from the UK, my daughter and I picked her up. From the neck up, she was herself, and her personality had not been a casualty of her affliction. The rest of her was a furry bag of bones... We took her straight to the vet and had her put down. We all broke down into tears, the vet included... She is buried in my back yard.
I have resisted getting any more pets. I live alone most of the time, and I like being able to simply lock the door and ride away from the house whenever I want, for as long as I want. I find joy in other's pets, and that is enough for me.
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