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  3. I lost my Aggie 3 years ago today to Lymphoma cancer, only 5 year old, a grand champion show dog, with an agility title, my heart dog companion, we were just getting started.
    My other female just so happened to have a litter of 2 pups the week I found out she was dying. I did not plan to keep, but I kept one, and I don't know what I would have done had I not had that new pup to cry my million tears into… Kathy is not Aggie, but she sure continues to help heal my heart.
    I also have a faith that I will see every pet I ever lost again in the eternal state… I picture them leaving God's feet to run to me! It makes me cry happy tears to think about meeting back up with all my 4 legged friends.
    PS I'm sorry to you Dr., and all those that lost a pet, it's rough. God bless you.

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  4. I just lost my girl over this past Thanksgiving. She almost made it to age 14. It has absolutely gutted me. What's helped me, and this may not work for everybody, but I set up a "shrine" of her. I have pictures of her everywhere. I miss her so so bad.

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  8. Im a psychotherapist, and recently had to euthanize my cat 17yo. I recommend using Hylands Calms Forte and Rescue Remedy to help you function and sleep. They are available at most health food stores. BTW, they also work well for pets and loud noises. (I assume your wife knows about these?)

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  9. If anyone cares to read. I journaled the following after my dog passed. I am more horrified with guilt even though I tried to only loved her. Which is why I have yet to be able to see pictures or have some kind of funeral for her or something. I just don’t know how to deal with her death for the following reason:

    I am horrified and so traumatized by yesterdays event. My 16 yr old chihuahua that I adopted when she was about 3 years old was euthanized. One of the things I will always remember about her is that she used to catch flies and for some reason she would kiss me but never on the lips, always on my nose. She saved me when I was in a very dark time in my life and I have been forever grateful how she forced her love on me and took care of me.

    She had been sick for a while now. I tried my best to take care of her and you can ask anyone who knows me. Lately she was deteriorating more and more and i had to stay home more and more when i was invited to go out. Yesterday I made the toughest decision that it was time to see the vet for a life quality wellness check. I knew she was in pain. I didn’t mind her dementia too much, but she had gone enough with her health conditions. I knew yesterday would mean euthanasia.

    I had read horrible stories about euthanasia and supposedly those are rare. I read them a couple of weeks ago when I finally thought about the possibilities of it which by the way I never bajillion years thought I would actually consider it. I ended up backing out because to me it seemed like she had a little more to fight. But yesterday it felt like it was time. It was just too much. She had bloody diarrhea, was not eating and was weak. One of her eye was sunken in. She didn’t know how to get to bed on her own and would constantly get up at night to pee. To the point where she started peeing on me.

    I took her to the vet yesterday morning, she was calm. Dr, agreed it was her time and said if my dog had any hope, he would do what he could to save her but there wasn’t and she would just be living in pain as she’d slowly pass painfully. Unfortunately, they were charging and arm and a leg for it. I barely have enough to eat right now let alone pay an arm and a leg for it. So I had to make the tough decision to take her to the other vet where she’s been seen as well and I would be paying a lot less. It’s not a cheap looking place by the way. I mean they are located in a busy area and have good reviews on google. Her appointment was for the evening so I still had time with her. When she wasn’t acting in discomfort, she was restfully sleeping on my chest and in my arms. It was finally time to take her to the vet. I calmly picked her up and went on my way.

    When we arrived, she was still pretty calm. She started waking up because she had some discomfort. I asked questions making sure they were using the medications I was ok for them to use. I also spoke to the vet about the horror stories I had read and I just wanted to make sure that they would do a good job and make sure the needle stayed in the vein because I had read stories of how some dogs died a painful death because the needle went off the vein and the solution was going elsewhere and burning their little body. I saw a little fear in the vet’s face and she said that they use catheters all the time and they would be testing with a solution before proceeding with medication. They took her to the back to place the catheter. When they brought her back, my dog looked more alert and awake. I said “I think she knows.” The vet said “yea.” I told vet I did not want to proceed until my dog calmed down in my arms. The vet laughed a bit and mentioned how my dog was arguing with their cat as they were placing the catheter. She also mentioned that my dog pulled her paw away as they were trying to place the catheter. Which mind you, that’s a fear I had mentioned to my sister of happening. I don’t know why it was necessary for the vet to both laugh and also mention how my dog pulled her paw away. Finally vet proceeded when I allowed her, she started with the solution first and then proceeded with anesthesia. My dog started screaming and freaking out. The vet told me that she was probably just feeling the cold go in her vein and it probably just felt a little funny. And she proceeded to keep going and my dog was freaking out. She got stiff and tried to climb on my shoulder. She had the kind of energyI hadn’t seen in a while. I asked what was going on. The vet stopped and checked and said that the nightmare story I was afraid of was happening in that very moment. I started freaking out as well. The vet grabbed her and told me she could put a different catheter on the other arm but then she said that she could use a different medication that would put her to sleep quicker and put her down as well. I said “i can’t think, No! I don’t want that one.” I had done my homework and so I didn’t want that one, I wanted the one that I supposedly knew was supposed to be pain free. The vet said she would take her to the back when I was ready and I said to do so at that moment. I started freaking out because I knew my baby was freaking out. By the way I don’t feel worthy of calling her my baby after all of this. I was freaking out. I felt helpless and hopeless. It felt like some botched murder and in those moments I knew my baby was in even more pain and terrified. I was doing this to her!!! They took a loooot longer in the back than they did the first time. I think I even heard her barking. I felt helpless. I didn’t know what to do or where to go. I thought about just stopping the whole thing for a second but i also knew she wouldn’t be ok continuing to live at home. that would be really bad as well. My twin sister went to check and ask if they were just calming my dog down or why they were taking so long. They came back with her eventually. Doctor said she had sedated her but that she was supposedly still awake and could hear me. It hurts me to think. It pains me because I know she was freaking out and probably found the energy to try to fight for her life enough that they had to sedate her before bringing her back to me. I was asked if i wanted to hold her or how i wanted her to be positioned. At this point i was just horrified. My sister helped i went up and talked to my dog. Told her I loved her and was also massaging her head. I nodded to start the anesthesia. The vet felt her around and said she was in a deep sleep already. I asked her not to put the lethal solution yet. I wanted wait just a couple more seconds and make sure she was in a deep sleep. Then I nodded, the solution was placed and that was it. My Rosie was gone. I spent some time saying my goodbye. And I left the office without her.

    I’m more so crying and grieving because of how she left more so than that she left. Don’t get me wrong, I miss her. My heart hurts and I want to hold her so bad. But just the thought of her being horrified during her last moments is the thing that gets me. It’s the thing I so much tried to avoid. It’s the thing I did my homework for and the nightmare to the T still came through. If anyone actually read through all of this I want to thank you..

    I have my other chihuahua in bed with me sleeping by my legs. My hip area. Being that Rosie was disabled, she slept on my arms and so he had to sleep a little lower. Now that Rosie is gone, he’s used to sleeping on my legs . I can’t get him to sleep on my chest and in this moment i wish I could just get a hug

    By the way again, I journaled that the day after she passed back in May. It’s something I have yet to truly face or deal with. Something that still deeply affects

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  10. I’m so sorry for your loss. I know this will not take away the pain, but please know that your love for your animal family brought you here. They are not here physically but their legacy can be seen and felt by you and by others – you loved them so much that you were motivated in part by them to start educating others about their pets’ health. They were a part of your videos, your journey as a vet, as a person, as an educator. Every moment this video is glanced at, watched, commented upon – good or bad – it’s impact from the legacy of those you love. I hope the memories you shared stay as vividly with you until you meet again. God bless you.

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  13. Love to see that your pets are or have lived so long. Be proud of yourselves, you are definitely doing something right. I had to learn about the rainbow bridge when my Lab was 11.5 years. It was one of the hardest times in my life. Pets are a great blessing to humanity

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  15. I think you need to get a new puppy and a new baby kitten, not only would it be good for your soul, but it could be helpful with your content:) 🙏 and good for the doggie who you have now I know she's probably feeling kind of lonely

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  16. Much gratitude for all you do. If I may I will share a story that may help people.

    Magic the Doggess & the Koala Tree.

    Once there was a tree in my backyard, a Tallowood, already special for it's age & majesty.

    It was special to one koala in particular as a sleeping tree.

    I was living on 5 acres on the first ridgeline up from the Wilsons River at Wyrallah, 10 kms out of Lismore.

    Koala have a range with various trees serving various purposes: some for feeding, some for sleeping, some for mating.

    The old Tallowood was on the edge of the lawn before the remnant bits of forest & it's shaggy bark glowed golden on sunset with the Sun behind it.

    I had spotted the koala dozing on a convenient fork in the trunk several times before.

    On this occasion, I was leaning on the back verandah railing, grieving for a loved companion 'pet' who had passed a few days before & was buried not 10 metres from the tree trunk.

    Koala was asleep, head down, in his favourite spot. I was staring at him but thinking about death & separation & death & death & on & on, round & round in my head, but paying no attention to what, to who, I was looking at.

    Koala lifted his head & looked directly at me, seemingly eye to eye.

    I don't usually have voices in my head, apart from the usual inner dialogue, but on this day I got a clear 'message'.

    "Will you shut up!? I'm trying to sleep!"

    And he puts his head back down as it was.

    "Did that just happen?" I thought to myself. It was SO clear.

    So, I sent a telepathic message to Koala.

    "If that just happened, can you do it again please?"

    Almost immediately, Koala lifted his head again, looked me straight in the eye, again, & said, again very clearly:

    "Death is not disintegration into nothing, it is an expansion into everything.

    "Every time the wind blows, every time it rains, every time you light a fire, she is there.

    "May I enjoy my sleep now?" he said, & lowered his head again, & went back to sleep, leaving me Awake , to say the least.

    It was so Zen. Simple. Deep. Uplifting. Soothing. Empowering.

    And hopefully this story is accompanied by a photograph that confirms Koala's message, at least for me.

    Not long after she died, her name was Magic, aka Magic the Doggess, her human, my ex, Colleen, purchased land not far away, on the other side of the river, & had her own home built.

    The first time she had a small gathering after moving in to her new home, as well as the usual dinner from her & friends, I lit a small fire for the ceremony next to her new home, within sight of where Magic was buried across the valley.

    This was before digital cameras, old school film that needed to be left at the chemist to be developed, for weeks usually.

    So, the photo is taken from behind me. I'm drumming my medicine drum beside a small fire. I didn't know at the time I was being photographed.

    A month later our friends were visiting, as was I, for dinner, bringing the newly developed photographs for us all to check out.

    My consciousness was only slightly altered but when I saw the photo in question, I clearly saw the Fire clearly.

    And when I asked the others to look, with the only prompt being, "look in the fire. What can you see?"

    We all saw Magic, sitting beside me looking up lovingly, as she often did. She was the Fire. Unmistakable once you see her.

    Magic was Colleen's devoted guardian, but she loved me too.

    I particularly remember enjoying telling people at some New Age gathering the car was fine unlocked, windows down, "It's protected by Magic."

    It certainly was, in a savage Ridgeback X Staffordshire Terrier way. In your face if you are intruding.

    Magic the Doggess was well known in a few circles in the New Age hinterland around & behind Byron Bay, the Rainbow Triangle.

    Magic was there during many of my transformative experiences, always a solid anchor. And definitely not a djinn or demon or bad spirit inside her domain.

    When we lived on the then dirt road between Rosebank & Dunoon, on the edge of the Rainforest, Whian Whian, we had a funky solid timber hippy built home just up from the creek.

    The bedroom was a loft with steep wooden steps ending a metre or so before a timber wall, against which stood a mirror, unframed, leaning slightly.

    This happened twice, so I'm sure it's not just my imagination, as it t'were.

    I had just arisen from bed one morning & was about to descend the ladder/stairs.

    But I noticed Magic sitting at the foot of the stairs, directly in front of the mirror, less than a metre from her.

    She was staring intently at herself, with the occasional slight incline of her head or ear twitch, for at least 30 seconds, perhaps a minute.

    To me, she seemed to be saying to herself, "Yes. I am a dog! Wow. Yep, I'm a dog!" as she checked herself out.

    I must have made some small noise & she realised I was there, & started scratching & doing doggy things.

    A few weeks later I caught her doing the same thing again.

    It's a generally accepted test of intelligence to see if a creature recognises itself in a mirror. Magic was well intelligent.

    BSA. Rous Mill, Northern Rivers, NSW, Australia. 19/12/2023.

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  22. Thank you for this. I've been watching your channel for years, and i just lost my dog. I'm so sad and angry. Im trying to cope one day at a time and sometimes,1 hour at a time. Thank you for all the knowledge you share.

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  23. Thank you for discussing this very real and important topic. A pet’s love is unlike any other- truly unconditional. I’d like to add a point to help others when considering adopting another pet after loss: YOU ARE NOT “REPLACING” YOUR LOST PET; rather, you are choosing to open your heart to another fur baby that needs you …& you most likely need that new fur baby.
    God bless all who have lost beloved pets❤️🙏❤️

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  24. We have pets but also farm animals. The worst part of losing a pet or farm animal is making the decision to have them put down. I don't like it one bit and only do it because I dislike seeing them suffer more. I feel like a traitor. And it weighs on me forever. Worse, we still have 3 dogs, 2 cats, 2 horses and 20 sheep and I now view them in light of the coming time when they will have to be put down. Each one takes a bit of my heart and I cry, every.single.time. I wish I had the power to give them quality lives indefinitely.

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  25. We just lost our Aussie, Baby Boy, to hemangiocarcinoma. He was running and playing with us up until the day it ruptured and he went so quickly. We had no idea because he never showed any symptoms of illness and the tumor was burrowed behind the spleen and undetectable without a sono. He was so full of life. 2/10/24 he went to doggy heaven. We have rescued and loved so many dogs in this life and it never gets easier. Rest in Peace Pippi. ❤

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  26. I just lost my boy yesterday, he was a 12 years old pom. I will miss coming home to his big smile and wagging tail. I’m truly grateful he allowed me to spend quality time with him before he left, I was holding him until the very end.

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  29. I lost my kitty George about 2 weeks ago. It is hard everyday for me. I blame myself for his passing. We did everything we could. In my mind, I still could have saved him and he would be here now. I miss him so much! I look for him everywhere. I miss his meows every morning and at night. I cry too. It is so hard. He was 11 years old and he had
    Hyperthrodism. I wish he never suffered. 🐈

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  30. Thanks for the video!! I had to put my German Shepherd down last week all of a sudden because his stomach flipped. I cry every day for him and can’t believe he is gone. He was strong and a happy dog despite having allergies. The sad thing is I almost had his allergies cleared up from a diet change and supplements .

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  31. i have recently lost my partner's dog and it really hurts not only losing a loyal friend but also supporting someone through their grief. Going through Pet Loss groups helped me a lot. It just hurts me how there is always someone out there going through this but it helps me not feel alone.

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  34. I wonder how the internet knows that this is what I’m experiencing today. In the past week, I have had to put to sleep my two remaining pets (out of 7 over the past 4 years), Darwin and Maris. Both had cancer. Maris had lymphoma and I was trying the Panacur treatment, but his liver became involved. I put him to sleep on Tuesday. On Friday, my cat Darwin, who had a squamous cell tumor in her throat, let me know that it was time for her to move on. The clean litter pan is still in the corner. Maris’ bed is still in the chair next to me. Darwin’s shape is still squished into the couch pillows where she’d lay. While I’m grieving, I’m also feeling some relief, knowing that I tried my best. Both my cats let me know that it was time, and for that, I’m thankful. But it’s a very empty house this morning……

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  35. Hugs and sympathy on the loss of your friend's dog. A pet does not have to be your own pet to cause grief on their loss.
    I find for me that the time needed to consider adding another pet is very variable and may depend on numerous factors at that time and for me it was almost 18 months after losing my first (mine not family) nearly 17yo dog then 5 weeks between the second and the third as I was definitely heading towards (for the first time) a deep depression and that third dog was running out of time in a rescue situation so I needed to make a quick decision – the best decision ever in fact as she was a very special dog (well they all are but she was super special). When my third dog died I had already decided she would be my last dog but I found I need the physical presence of a dog in my life and adopted a dog from a rescue group 3 months later, initially I thought I had made a mistake but my new dog did help with my grief as there was less time available to grieve when a new dog needs you to be present with them as much as you need them in your life. No dog replaces another but all deserve a place in your heart and are worth any grief their loss may cause.
    Take care everyone ….. you are not alone in your grief.

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  37. It's almost 4 months since we lost our beloved rescue dog Boo.
    We have had 5 rescues over 50 years and now we are sponsoring many rescue doggies.
    It hit us soo hard so we have spent the winter clearing and tidying and taking stuff to charity shops.
    Constructive and giving us a plan.
    Also we buried her near a Rosemary bush and we say hi to her every day!
    Thank you for all your help…
    Pipi was great …hope Tula ok too!

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  40. So sorry for your loss. These animals steal your heart. You never forget them. But, I look at it this way, we only have them a few years because there are so many of them who need our love. In the last few years I've lost 2 horses, a colt, a dog and a few cats. I even grieve over my chickens. Because I love them all.

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  42. I lost my beautiful Pyrenees/Saint Bernard Jenushka to cancer Nov. 30 planned to go with her, a week later because I’m a crazy person adopted a new girl to keep me tethered to this world. Her 6 pups were adopted quickly, she was underweight and someone beat her, we are working through everything but I’m so lucky she picked me and loves me already. I am still mourning Jena I wish I could hold her again, I wish she could tell me she’s ok, sometimes I wish I could be with her in the void or heaven. I keep her hair with her brush in a zip lock bag and cry every night. She was an angel my true love she will have my heart for eternity💔

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