Dogs - Exits, Entrances and Cherokee’s last day

Today I had to put Cherokee down. It was time. He was my oldest dog and the last member of my old dog pack. I had to put my Aussie down at the end of last month. Too many deaths, too fast

Here he was just a week ago when he could still walk.

Here he is earlier this summer in his private pool.

:-(
That sucks, man

I still get days where everything reminds me of Luna and everything hurts. 

Here he was playing in the snow with my Aussie during the last snowstorm. Both of these dogs have passed on now.

Mr_Asa said:

:-(
That sucks, man

I still get days where everything reminds me of Luna and everything hurts. 

You never really forget them.

The hardest part about dogs is the most important part if you love them.


You will be there for them until the end.   And you often have to decide when that is.    I have done it far too many times to count, and my heart breaks for you.    But in the end, at the end, you were there for Cherokee.    And that is what matters.   

I'm so sorry. I have the impression you gave him a great life, and you enjoyed your time with him.

Doesn't make this part any easier, but hopefully it feels good to know that.

Russian Warship, Go Berkeley Yourself said:

The hardest part about dogs is the most important part if you love them.


You will be there for them until the end.   And you often have to decide when that is.    I have done it far too many times to count, and my heart breaks for you.    But in the end, at the end, you were there for Cherokee.    And that is what matters.   

The hard part was I had to make the exact same decision for my elderly mother just a few months ago. I flashed back to that conversation today when I was talking to the vet. My Aussie died a week after my mother's funeral. He died on the way to the vet, also from old age. Then less than a month later, this guy was dying. Just Boom, Boom, Boom. One right after another. I really didn't get the time to morn for my mother before the dogs started dying. I feel mixed up and more than a little depressed now. It will take me a while to sort out the facts that all of them are gone.

Here he was at the waterpark earlier this year.

So sorry for your loses, it sucks when they gang up on you. I know it's a bad cliche, but time does heal wounds.

Sorry brother, my ladies shall know Cherokee.

Unconditional love for years, then your heart gets ripped out. Awesomely sad?

I feel for you.

I talked about both exits and entrances it the title. This is Mist, a 7 month old Border Collie puppy. She is 37 pounds of pure energy. The start of my new pack. She came from the Dallas City Shelter. The shelters are filled with post Covid puppies so of course I had to rescue one. I have space in my house and my heart for a new dog.

I took her to the water park last weekend. Next week we are looking into a pre-agility class. We are bonding quickly. She is a very smart dog.

And this beautiful blue eyed girl is Finley. The other half of my new pack. She is a foster from my rescue group, but now that Cherokee is gone, I may just keep her. Mist loves her as a playmate.

Here they are together at the water park last weekend. My new dog pack.

I'm sorry to see this. I know how tough it has been for you, and I remember that Cherokee was the last one from the old pack. 
 

I must add that after following your discussions for the last few months, it's good to see there's also a new beginning here. Hang in there, and let us provide whatever support we can. 
 

In reply to Floating Doc (Forum Supporter) :

Thanks.