Old Dogs - classic or dud

Also, while you can't teach them new tricks, you can get them to run through a fairly impressive repertoire of old ones.

And they tend not to wet the floor, eat your school books, hump your friends, or trip you up so much.

Old dogs = CLASSIC

dud in that they fart way too much.

On the very plus side, she hasn't shown a bit of discomfort from the surgery, and she very carefully took out her own stitches so the vet wouldn't have to.

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This tumor was fairly small, but I'm afraid it will come back sooner rather than later.

So like all dogs, old dogs are classic.

And they tend not to wet the floor,

This proved not to be the case with our family dog, a contibuting factor to his being put down. I will keep this in mind for when my parents are old and senile.

Last year my two dogs died within 8 months of each other, both having lived to 15, and the second to go we'd (my mom and I that is) had since he (Gus) was a month old. He'd been around for over half my life, and it's still hard to think he's not alive anymore since he died so suddenly and I wasn't there to say goodbye. Gus got to be a real grumpy old man in his last year, mostly blind and deaf but still with the same funny and loving personality. We were more attached to him than our other dog, probably because we'd had Gus since he was very small, and the other had been maltreated by previous owners and had a bit of a behavioral problem as well as not being too bright, although he was a real sweetheart. He declined gradually...it sure is sad to see animals age.

One of mine is getting pretty old. He's almost 13, and really starting to show his age. But he gets cuter every day. He's next to me right now.

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Our best guess for Tracy is sheltie/spitz, unless the black tongue of a chow (which she doesn't have) is a recessive trait that would disappear before the tail curl. She's not a big dog -- about 24 lbs.

He and I walk 2 or 3 miles every night. I used to take him mountain climbing, but this past summer was the first year I left him at home on those days. Not an easy decision.

This proved not to be the case with our family dog, a contibuting factor to his being put down. I will keep this in mind for when my parents are old and senile.

Yeah, that's what happened with our dog too. In fairness, she hadn't just reached the not-being-able-to-get-outside-to-pee stage, she was on to the not-being-able-to-stand-up-to-pee stage, so I do not blame my parents for taking such a tough decision. I found it especially hard because I was on the far side of the world and felt really guilty that I wasn't there for her when she needed me.

All old dogs that you love are great. Healthy old dogs are the best ever.

That's me and my new dog Milo. He's two. He's the sweetest little dog you ever saw.

We're also fostering another dog at the moment, but she's going off to a rescue centre tomorrow, hopefully to be rehomed soon.

He also likes eating things out of the recycling bin.

Tracy's at the vet today for regular shots, destinkification and a leg checkup. The black mass is already back, below the surgery scar, so the goodbyes will probably happen sometime this year.

However, everytime I take her out somewhere, there's always the one joker who passes along the enlightening information that "big dogs don't live that long." We're more than aware of her mortality which perhaps makes us appreciate her more. If we wanted longevity, we'd adopted a godamn tortoise.

Our family dog (I keep typing god) died three years ago and my parents made the decision then not to get another dog. It would just take too much getting used to.

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Here is Chessie, sometimes known as Cheesy Chessie because of his old dawg aroma.

thank you

today was really hard. poor girl was really unsettled in the night and my partner slept downstairs with her to keep her company (and so she wouldn’t try climb the stairs on her sore leg). we spent the morning just fussing over her and making sure she was comfortable and resting. around 11 she stepped out into the garden and just basked in the sunshine. it’s so sad, she was a little pain confused but seemed to be enjoying the outside. we had called the vet in the morning and they came round to see her after lunchtime. it was very quick and peaceful and we’re glad she’s no longer in pain. it’s been a very tough and teary day. we really miss her

oh

:(

I'm sorry for you. It sounds like you did everything a person could do to make her end as good as possible.

yeah it’s sad. particularly for my partner because she really really loved her. and for me too because I’ve had a couple of tough years, struggling a lot with loneliness and she’s always been there for me. which is kinda what dogs do I guess

aw, my condolences. that is exactly what dogs do. <3

I’m sorry to hear that, but glad you were able to comfort her and have time to say goodbye.

I’m sorry you had to say goodbye, but what a lovely exit you gave her—exactly what I would want for myself tbh!

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RIP Dogsby

The vet said: physically he was in remarkably good shape for such an old boy. But alas the swelling on his stomach might be an internally bleeding tumour and he was clearly on his way out and in severe discomfort. After he had gone I went out for a walk and was struck by how shitty and grim everything seems without him bounding about and was seriously losing it after seeing his legacy of nabbed from the grounds near the tennis club balls in the front garden. He looked absolutely fine last night and was splayed out on the couch and looking like he was on course for a comeback:(

Another depressing trigger was supermarket guy just knocking on door now and then silence rather than barking.

Aw, that’s rough, Calz. But what a lovely picture and of such a happy VGB in glorious countryside.

aww, rest in power dogsby

that photo is only 9 days ago, and he had a stroke that night after it was taken:( I suppose a positive is that he lived a very high quality and fully active life until then.

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sorry calz. you have my sympathies - know how tough it can be

i'm sorry calzino. that brought tears to my eyes. RIP good boy.

i think i mentioned my dachshund-chihuahua Bucket got diagnosed with a tumor on her bladder wall in May - the sense given was probably a couple of months left to her. 7 months later she is totally incontinent (has been since shortly after the diagnosis) and v skinny, but ambulatory and still wants her damn food; it's looking likely she will make it to her 19th birthday (january).

i mean she is definitely dying but she is such a ridicuously determined little bastard.

half the livingroom is her area now which we keep paved with pads; i change out her bed once a day. Our apartment smells like pee and so do we, probably.

old dogs.

i'm sorry calzino. that brought tears to my eyes. RIP good boy.

same here. you helped him have a good long happy life, that's as much as any being can ask for.

jon not jon i'm glad Bucket is still hanging around. 19! that's damn impressive.

big dog-hugs to Bucket, Jon.

Thanks for Dogsby commiserations ppl. I've taken this much harder than when my dad died, which isn't saying much but still it really feels like a dagger in the heart. Dogsby was just so sweet, never had a fight in his life. Just loved play and gallivanting about. The purest spirit you could ever meet.

Oh Calzino I’m so sorry. I dread the day when I will have to deal with Benson passing. Thinking of you. ❤️

sorry for your loss Calzino, Dogsy looks like a very good boy in that picture

i’m so sorry, calzino. rip dogsby, what a gorgeous boy. i really feel for you, it’s such a painful loss. our dog died a little over a year ago and it was heartbreaking. the relationship with a dog is such a pure and uncomplicated love. i’m glad he had such a good life with you right until the end.

and jon, best wishes to bucket who sounds like a little trouper<3

Oh Estela I’m sorry to hear that. I remember your little pup. ❤️

thanks enbb<3, harry was 15 so we knew the day was going to come eventually, but it happened very suddenly during the night (he had internal bleeding from a mass on his liver, but he showed no symptoms of illness until the last couple of hours) so it was really shocking and terrible to go to the emergency vet and come home without him. i hated how quiet and empty our house was, and how clean the floors were after he was gone. but it was still worth it because he was a joy and i can think of him with joy now (as well as sadness) and it was great to be able to give him a good life. dogs are so wonderful. give darling benson a kiss and a treat from me.

I'm sorry for everyone's old dogs. We lost Milo recently. He was nearly 15, and also had cancer. He was only sick for a few weeks before he started to refuse all food and stop going out for walks. He put up absolutely no resistance at the vets when we took him to be put to sleep. Even having a load of other dogs doesn't stop the house from feeling stupidly empty without him.

yeah the silence when delivery vans park outside and the postman clanks the gate is eerie and sad. I can't deal with it tbh, might be posting to the puppy thread soon. I keep thinking I can hear him shaking his ears or trotting up the stairs.

Went for a walk today with a friend who has a puppy golden retriever called Stanley. He has some very bad habits like jumping up at joggers and trying to bite their upper arm, chewing wooden pub furniture, eating just about anything on the ground including plastic and manure. I had forgotten what a riot puppies are in comparison with sensible old Good Doggies!

Yeah, the only thing that has made me feel better is taking in a young foster dog while he has his snip, gets vaccinated, and gets used to living indoors. The nurse in the vets said, "Milo would approve." I laughed. Milo would not approve. He disapproved of young dogs and their annoying, lively, young dog ways.

Like, I'm not ready to find another dog to walk in front of me on the beach every day for ten years, but I need the distraction, so fostering is perfect right now.

I am so dog broody right now, it’s unreal.

Calz, rescue a lurcher, maybe?

it's probably really bad, but I'm quite rigidly stuck to the idea of bringing them up from puppies. And with an autistic boy in the house they do need a bit of autism training, well conditioning maybe is the right word. Which some of is learning to walk very very slowly sometimes and some of is staying calm during storms!

we are in a weird space where Bucket has not really loved us in an outwardly doggish way for a few years (she went deaf ~3 years ago and as a result became mistrustful of petting and snuggling - my vet said this is not unusual and my take on it is that with that huge avenue of sensory input subtracted, they do not feel fully aware/in control of what you're doing to them and thus would rather have you where they can see you? Prior to deafness she was a total affection hog at all times) and feel a longing for a dog that wants to show us affection, but there is no way nohow that a new young dog can come in to this pee barracks hospice situation - for one thing, there's not enough space and for another, god knows what kind of ideas they would get about when and where to pee with her as their mentor.

*it is revealed that she still secretly loves us when we are gone too long and she sets up major complaining when we return

Ah, totally get that you’d need a puppy, Calz. Lurcher and whippet puppies grow up into gentle dogs and are not terribly expensive compared to retrievers. I watched the late and much-missed Kenny Whippetlurcher behave with unbelievable patience when accosted by autistic kids (I live a block away from Great Ormond Street hospital so any future dog I have must not be weird around random children).

but it happened very suddenly during the night (he had internal bleeding from a mass on his liver, but he showed no symptoms of illness until the last couple of hours)

Very similar to Dogsby really and other sad stories on this thread. I so wish old dogs could live longer and not die damnit:(

I'm totally set on getting another black lab now before Christmas (just tell the breeder the lad got bored of the last xmas present:p). There will never ever be another Dogbsy cos he was a one off, but I'm putting no unrealistic pressure on his successor.

And six weeks after we lost Milo, our other fourteen-year-old boy, Cody, has followed him. He got sick with a bug that's going around, and went downhill fast. He went into the vets on a drip on Wednesday night, and by Friday morning he was no better at all, so the vet scanned him. Multiple huge liver tumours. She said "this isn't like with Milo. I think it need to be today."

Amusingly, I was up at the recycling centre with a car full of glass and old electricals to get rid of, and I figured, fuck it, I have to get the recycling done. So I walked around just openly weeping, and men just took my bins of glass and my old electricals from me and recycled them for me and handed them back. God knows what they thought was wrong with me.

Anyway, I am utterly flattened by this. Losing Milo was awful, but somehow losing Cody is even worse, because they were our two core dogs and now they're both gone.

That first few days after Dogsby passed was probably the worst grief I've felt in 30 years, locations and pics that trigger memories of him still get me welling up at times. All the best to you trishyb + rip Cody.

sorry trishyb. losing my dog was one of the worst days of my life

2 dogs 2 months. i am very sorry trishyb, that must be so tough.

Thanks. It is crap. Yesterday we went up to the vets and handed in all of Cody's meds. They said they can credit us for the unopened ones, which is good of them. The receptionist hadn't heard, and when we told her, she had to leave the desk for a minute for a little cry.

However, we still have our other two dogs, and our little foster, and they are definitely helping.

When you get used to your four legged sentinel barking at the postie/delivery ppl/any person walking past your house, the silence when he had passed was too sad for me. Glad you have others to help you get through the grief. I got me a puppy to get through mine, he's a handful alright - but I wasn't expecting any less!

Yes, I saw him over on the puppy thread. He looks full of beans.

We can't take a new full-time dog till the summer at the earliest, because of reasons, but we might do a bit of fostering before then. Our circumstances are very different from yours.

Old dog update, obviously the temporary small foster who was not going to stay did stay and has now been with us for four years. He is an awful, awful skinny, tiny, yappy, annoying dog, exactly NOT the kind of dog I would have picked for myself, but my friend begged him off us when we'd had him for a month, then she realized after a month of "owning" him that she just couldn't cope with his energy levels and she gave him back. I didn't want him to have to go through that again, so we just kept him. Then we got an amazing Patterdale/something or other terrier, and he is the apple of our eye. So we are back to four dogs.

Our other old dog, Lulu (14 this year), is now going downhill. She has arthritis in her shoulders and paws, and nerve damage to her hips and back, so she can barely walk. Recently we've started walking her by herself without the other three dogs, and we've realized that she can't really see. Like, we'll open the side gate and she'll hear that it has opened but she won't walk through it. She doesn't really know where she is without the younger dogs around her. So we'll have to figure something out where they can all walk together for Lulu's sake and then the two young boys get a walk on their own for their sake. Like, we're not THERE yet but we are getting there. She still has plenty of things that she enjoys, she just has become a lot of work for us.

I do think this is the end of the four-dog lifestyle for us, though. I recently sprained my knee on stupid Bruno's tennis ball (I love him really) and it is taking me a long time to recover. And it's too busy round where we live now. There are loads of places we used to walk them off the lead that are no longer off-lead friendly, and it's too hard to walk them all on the lead all the time.

Tess, our 11-year-old JRT, remains indestructible and chipper and will probably live to be 25.

Wilf, the beautiful and well-behaved blue whippet who stays with me from time to time, is now 12 and his people have started wondering which of his behaviours are part of the early stages of dementia. My friend G told me that Wilf recently ‘dug into’ the sofa they’ve had for years, and wondered if this was down to that. I thought about it for a second and said, ‘that’s totally out of character, there’s got to be a reason - did a mouse get inside the sofa?’ G took a deep breath and said ‘maaaaybe?’ Wilf is definitely slowing down and occasionally forgets why he wanders into a room, but he’d never wantonly destroy anything because he’s one of those dogs who never even rips his own toys apart.

My sister's stupid, aggressive, smelly and badly behaved dog is now 17 and looks like he might last forever.

I have a young dog (3y.o.) who is simultaneously super sweet and the absolute worst. she is v. dog reactive which makes walking her a nightmare : /

Our Patterdale (or maybe he's a cairn terrier, who knows) is extremely dog-reactive when he's on the lead. He gets all puffed up and barky and shows his teeth and will not walk away, and it's awful, because he actually LOVES other dogs and just wants to be pals with everyone.

I've tried Bob Martin and Frontline spot on and tablet treatments, vacuuming up the mutt's sleeping areas and combing the mutt every morning with metal comb and executing the evil fleas on sight. And I only seem to be thinning out their numbers for a week or so and they keep coming back with a vengeance. I really hate the little bloodsucking bastards. I'm going to look up some nuclear options, that will no doubt be some dodgy poisonous shit that you sprinkle everywhere and make yourself ill in the process.

We once had to fleabomb our house because our cats had infested everything. That was a long time ago. Now we don't usually get fleas at all, even though we rarely treat for them.

I have a young dog (3y.o.) who is simultaneously super sweet and the absolute worst. she is v. dog reactive which makes walking her a nightmare : /

Same! Except male. He is insanely loving and such an embarrassment on the leash. And half German shepherd so his leash reactivity growls are frightening to ppl

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I thought you were posting figuratively with "fleabomb" but sheeit, I've only just discovered these are actually a real thing. I've ordered some that you light up and you leave them to fill the room with flea annihilating smoke for 2-3 hours and they don't leave any toxic residue. Them blood-sucking creepers are so fucked!

My boy is 13 today! We got him when he was 9 and he has only improved w age. He has no teeth, weighs 5.5 lbs, just got a sweet fresh haircut, and has more sass than many dogs half his age. Happy birthday to my Bunji!!

wishing Bun the H'iest BD of all time and hopes for many moar!!

I hope Bun had a great birthday.

He did -- thank you!