Some example a Senator makes....

[tommyjones]

Originally Posted by Cowgirl

My dog is 12. I've had him since he was 8 weeks old. I OWE it to him to do the responsible thing, even if it is uncomfortable for me. I could not imagine not being there for his last breath (if he is eventually euthanized). Sure, I'm going to be sad and sobbing like a baby when I'm holding him and he's euthanized, but he's my dog and I can't imagine NOT being there for him.

I'm not going to do what *I'm* comfortable with, because I hate the thought of having to euthanize him, but if it comes to that I will suck it up and do what's right for him. It's MY responsibility as his owner to do what's right for HIM, not me.

you would be killing your dog(thats what would be good for the dog if it indeed needs to be put down), anything else would be you doing what is good for your concience......

my last dog i went through the whole thing with, took her home dug a big azzed hole and burried her in my yard. This one i will probably go in and be with her, but will be leaving her body for them to deal with.
I dont see anything wrong with someone doing as MM suggested, or shooting their dog in the head for that matter.

to each his own

[frequentflier (Premo)]

Originally Posted by slik

Again - to each his own.
A couple of months ago I had to put my dog down. I had him for just under 14 years and he was the most loyal, good natured friend I've ever had. I loved him with everything I had.
This dog and I had been thru alot, good and bad, together over many years. I would be damned if I was going to bring him to a place and dump him off into the hands of a couple of strangers and let them hold him down while they shot him up with a lethal injection.
He was my friend, he trusted me unconditionally - I would not betray that trust. Especially, at a time when he was vunerable.
Sure - I have memories of that day, I cried like a baby. I thanked him for being my friend for all of those years and swore I would not forget him. But the memories I have of him are not ones where he is laid out on a stretcher, but of him playing ball in my yard, or swimming with us, or the way he greeted me when I got home.
He was my animal son, and just like my human children I would never turn my back on him when they needed me. I would not want HIS last memory of me as the person he trusted the most walking away from him when he needed me most.

But like I said - to each his own.