pet grief

Teller, Ivy, and Zoe, the Family of Bearded Collies (part 1)

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“I’ve had dogs all my life.

When I moved from Argentina to Manhattan I didn’t have the heart to have a large dog, but I promised my seven kids we would get a dog when we moved into a house and had the space and time to care for a dog.

We moved to Riverdale and got a Bearded Collie.  After a few years we got second Beardie.

The first Beardie lived to be eleven and the younger one died at only three, from epilepsy.

I could not get another dog because I felt I would be trying to replace the other two, but every time I walked in the street and saw a Bearded Collie, my heart would jump out.”

 

Figaro, the true companion (part 3)

“My last dog, Figaro 1 was also a purebred Golden Retriever who died of cancer.

I will get another dog, but it will not be a purebred, it will be a mutt.

They are healthier.

I find living near Central Park is great for dogs.

They get to socialize with people and other dogs.

Losing Figaro is a sad moment, but I have to face it.

I don’t want him in any agony or pain.

My veterinarian gave me his personal phone number so I can call him any day or night.”

Kirsten, the animal lover and pet care giver (part 2)

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“Two of the dogs that I have a deep connection with are Carter and Rocky.

I have been taking care of Carter for 3 1/2 years.  I met him when he was 6 or 7 months old.  He is a very sweet dog–  it’s the way he interacts with dogs and people.  When he meets dogs and people he puts them at ease.  Even though I can tell he’s excited, he gets low to the ground or finds a way to be non-threatening, and patiently lets the other dog sniff for as long as it takes for the other dog to be comfortable.

He seems to be able to judge if a person is interested or unsure or afraid.  He matches people’s behavior.  If someone is interested, he approaches them right away, but if someone is sure or afraid, he gives them their space and lets them be.  He’s always up for a good time.  He adapts to any situation.

I brought him home with me for Christmas, which involved a car ride with my siblings who he’d never met and then meeting my human, canine and feline family in a new place in the suburbs.  He had a blast and chimed my family completely.

The one split second where he lost his cool, and gave in to his dog instinct, he tried to play with the cat.  The cat was having none of it and fled.  Carter went back to socializing with the rest of us (humans) and new dog friend, unphased.

I started walking Rocky at the same time as Carter and we just clicked right away.  He had a lot of energy and was very outgoing.  He seemed as excited as I was to go out on the streets of NY and see the sights.  He was my co-pilot.  I took him on multiple guided walking tours of Central Park through the Conservancy.  I would keep him out for entire afternoons even if he was only scheduled for a short walk.  I even once asked his owner to bring him to a dog luau that I was bringing Carter to, so that I could hang out with my dog friends on the weekend.

Last Spring Rocky started knuckling under with his hind right paw.  That leg continued to get weaker.  Eventually, he was diagnosed with a degenerative spinal chord disease.  He got around on wheels for a few months, which meant he could still find grass to graze on and patrol for squirrels.

The disease was progressive and incurable and ultimately took his life.

It was an honor to help his family take him to the end of his journey.”