What helped you get through putting a pet down?

What helped you get through putting a pet down?


Knowing that they’re suffering, and that easing their pain is way more important than postponing mine.


Time. My dog was 14 at the time, he was riddled with tumors, and he was wasting. And it tore me up to make the call, and to be there with him. He was in pain, but he never acted like it - his body was failing him. The pain and the anguish fade as time progresses. There is no easy way or quick shortcut, and even the knowledge that it may be the right thing to do doesn't make it easier.


My poor baby got a very aggressive cancer so he went from seeming fine to on his death bed in weeks. When he fell over trying to get to his water bowl that clinched the decision for me but no way I'm over it.


My cat was 21 when he was put down so I thankfully had time to prepare as his health failed but those last months preparing for that was the hardest thing I've ever done. I got him when I was 10 and I spent 24/7 caring for him for several years before I put him down. 3/4/20 is when he was put down and I don't think I've let myself actually grieve entirely, actually I know I haven't because I'm about to have an anxiety attack and can't breathe right now ✌ My brother's cat had kittens on valentine's day right after Smudge passed so we took in 2 of them but even now when i get really upset or depressed or whatever my first thought is just how much I want to hold smudge and bury my face in his fluff. I love my 2 new cats but I just miss my best friend. I can't even look at pictures of him.


knowing that putting him down ended his long cancerous pain. if he’d stay longer, he’d suffer


When my pupper's kidneys failed, we were all praying he'd pass peacefully in his sleep but he was too healthy (ironic I know) beyond his kidneys: ate healthy, walked a ton, very active at 13 years. His decline was fast, started peeing everywhere, wouldn't eat, or drink water, tried to go potty even though he had nothing to spare, and finally his discomfort kept him up all night. That drew the line for me: no treatment, no relief, he was even denied a moment of rest his final night because we couldn't get it together to make the call. Our pets can't speak, all they can do is leave the signs and hope we'll get the message. What made it managable was the realization that as his "parent", not his master-not his owner...he was my little kiddo-was that what he needed was more important than what I wanted, and at that point, he needed the pain to stop. And he needed us to be his voice and speak up for him. Its a tough call but his final moments, exhausted as he was-he laid his head in my hands, looked up at us all as best he could muster one more time, and a moment later...just, closed his eyes. Its tough, but the realization that this is where they need you to stick up for them the most helped us do what was ultimately best for him.


Thank you for your post. I just put my boy down and your words made me feel a little better. It is up to us to do what’s best for them. Just wish none of us had to go through it


The thought of ending her suffering




I'm doing it because I'd rather they had a quick and painless death than a slow horrible one. It's one of the final duties for your friend, the other one giving them a decent burial.


Feeling her purr one last time as I stroked her, as she just drifted away...


I picked up my cat's ashes the day before lockdown last year, he was just shy of his 21st birthday. I found someone to come to my house and the whole family was there, smudge was curled up in my lap when the drugs were administered and he fell asleep and passed peacefully in my arms in his favorite chair with all his favorite people. Knowing that was the absolute best way he could go helped. Our pets are going to die, it's inevitable but knowing that he literally could not have died in a better way does help.


Knowing that they lived a good life and that one day I will die as well.


This is nice. Thank you for sharing.


Having plenty of pictures. Little keepsakes, like their collar or a favorite toy. But, mostly, just knowing that I gave them the best life that I could. It still takes time to completely feel whole again, but those things helped me tremendously when I lost my girl, Sakura.


I’ve been taking pictures of him since I heard the news. Where do you keep her keepsakes?


I have her collar on my bookshelf and framed photos around my room. I also had a necklace made. It's a pawprint pendant with some of her ashes inside.


Remembering that everyone with pets has to deal with it at least once in their lives.


Nothing, I still cry about It on therapy


Last dog we put down it took her 4 shots and my mom had to do it because the vet couldn’t find the vein and my mom being a cardiologist asked if the thigh vein was the same as a person and he said yeah so she did it and out her to sleep.. quite traumatic


Remembering something good about that pet and adding it to your life. As silly as it sounds, my dog Max is the reason I quit smoking cigarettes. He was my best friend and just a super positive influence on me as a kid. I just thought to myself Max wouldn’t want me to kill myself with these dumb things and every time I think about lighting up I think of him and I smile and don’t smoke. That was 15 years ago.


That’s a very beautiful man. Funny enough my dog Rex is the reason I never picked one up. That and DUI. I’d always think “well what if I get sick and/or something happens to me”, he wouldn’t know why I was gone.


It’s like that Budweiser commercial. Good for you!


4 years of love. It was a rescue cat. He had been abandoned due to health issues that the original owner couldn't cover anymore (Same vet, they knew the cat when I came in with him), and I took care of him. He was an amazing and loving old boy, and I never expected him to last as long as he did. He was such a happy little cat, and I still think he knew he was being put down that day. He had so much trouble with any hard food, and the last 2 days, he kept coughing it up, and was losing weight. When I brought the transport box for him, he kept calling me where I would usually give him his "good" wet food, instead of immediately checking out the transport box like he usually would (Probably weird, but he was always like that). When he had eaten and gotten his pets, he got in without any problem. We did what we could, but he was 17, and everything was starting to deterioate too much on the poor guy. I miss him, and it wasn't easy, but I know we couldn't have kept him well for much longer. He was such a big source of happiness for those 4 years, and I owed him a proper goodbye.


That’s a beautiful story. I’m glad you were able to take care of him and show him love until his final days. It never occurred to me just how much of my happiness he was responsible for.


The knowledge that they would no longer be in pain and suffering. It still sucked a lot, but that helped me a lot.


I need to stop scrolling. I am always crying to the inevitable event that my dog will someday die.


Knowing that they were given the best life possible. I had a cat who seemed to take such joy in the simple things and always lived in the moment.


Knowing that she had lived past the average life span for the breed of dog she was.


It was the right thing to do. When the vet called to say what the situation was, I cried and asked if I was an awful person for 'killing' my cat. He had a blood disease, he was VERY sick and would likely have needed blood transfusions for the rest of his life. Something I couldn't have afforded and he wouldn't have tolerated - he was a mean little bastard but I loved him. The vet said she thought it was the right thing to do and I held him as he died. Still fucking hurts now but it was definitely the right thing to do.


The fact it was yours, OP. ¯\\\_(╹‿╹)\_/¯


Getting a puppy pretty soon after. I found the hardest thing wasn't them dying, though that was certainly difficult but my dog had pretty extensive cancer and she wasn't living she was just painfully existing. While it hurt to have her euthanized not doing it would have only delayed a more ugly death and kept her in pain with no chance of recovery so it was easy for me to come to terms with it that way. I live alone so the hardest thing was coming home and her not being there and the house being empty and quiet, never realised how much I talked to the dog until I was just talking to the air/myself. The first week after she'd died I found myself looking for her on autopilot for a minute before remembering she was gone. So I went out and got a puppy and having him around filled that void of companionship. An added benefit to a puppy is that they need a lot of attention so I'd also spend less time being sad.


This is something I’ve been struggling to think about. Knowing that I’ve woke up and saw him first thing in the morning and right before bed for a little over 10 and 1/2 years every single day. And that now I’m going to be doing that without him just doesn’t seem real to me.


I'd give it some thought before deciding to run out and do it. I imagine to some people it would feel like they're replacing the old pet which might upset them more. To me getting a new dog didn't replace how I felt about the one that had died or somehow make our time together less valuable to me. I just needed the companionship and I needed a way to I guess move on. I already knew I would get another dog even before I had to euthanise the current one but I thought I'd would give it some time first and that turned out not the be what I needed. There's no easy answer here, only you can decided what the right option for you is but that's what helped me.


I know. And I appreciate you sharing. I know it isn’t easy to think about and express. I don’t know if getting a new dog right away is the best option for myself. Not because of feeling that I’d be replacing Rex, but more so I feel like it’s just too soon. I can’t really explain it.


Knowing that its better for them and that it is not painful


Not me but my ex. She called me and told me about her dog, having these tumors all over, his blindness, constant pain, inability to walk due to arthritis. She and her mother were upset and crying, they asked if I could end the pain. I told them to get his favorite from the store and come back, it gave me a long enough time to dig a hole where they wanted him buried and it would be a good send off for him. They were hugging and petting him as I put the food into the hole, they said their good byes and I asked them to go inside and not come out until I came to get them. I always keep 12 extra shots in my car, 6 .38 and 6 .357magnum, I went ahead and swapped out my jhp .38s for the .357s and while he was eating I was behind him, I pulled back the hammer and he heard it and looked at me. I just said "good boy", he went back to eating and that was it. Never saw it coming, never heard the shot, gone instantly. I buried him and then went into to get them both, we came out and shared words and stories about the dog. I can't say I have ever felt anything for an animal but they were so upset. We hung out, drank wine (hate wine) and I had some pot a guy gave me in lieu of payment for something else, we smoked and watched a lot of comedies together and ate take out. It seemed to help them.


Thanks for doing a hard job man.


She and her mom were always good to me, its the least I could do.


*It helps to hold this thought in your mind and heart:* Our pets never really leave us. They live on in memories of the love and devotion they gave us.


That was very beautiful. This is definitely one of the hardest things to go through.


A vet. I couldn’t hold her down and use a needle now can I?


\- Replace immediately \- Give it X amount of time then replace \- Foster \- Nope out of owning all together


Gave him a his own, whole cheeseburger right before the start of the procedure. He was so happy it made him forget his pain for a few minutes.


Time. Legit only time. And taking comfort in knowing he wasn't suffering anymore. But mostly time.


Taxidermy it


Buying a new one