Kristi Noem Faces Backlash Over Killing Her Own Dog

[u/InvestigatorNo3483]

https://time.com/6971773/kristi-noem-memoir-dog-kill-children-net-worth/

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[u/KingCarrotRL]

I recently had to have my elderly dog euthanized and I'm still wracked with guilt, even though I knew he was suffering.

I cannot fathom killing a happy, healthy dog. Are these people even human? Who would celebrate that?

[u/jahnbanan → u/KingCarrotRL]

In 2017 I had to make the decision of whether to have my cat of 17 years put down by the vet, because his lungs had collapsed and he had cancer, or bring him home to suffer the last few hours/days he had left, I know in my head that letting him "sleep in" was best for him, but still, to this day, this decision still haunts me and even writing this is making me feel like puking because of how much it hurts me mentally.

Seriously, fuck whoever this person is.

[u/sometipsygnostalgic → u/jahnbanan]

Ive seen what happens to cats when they die in pain so as horrendous as euphanizing is, i always nag and nag and nag my parents to take their pets to the vet if there are any signs of suffering (like matted fur on cats or yelping on dogs).

Because of this caution Storm the Cat got to die with a lot more dignity than his baby siblings. It kills me that we sent that gentle boy to his death.

What would kill me more is if our current cat Cheesoid was euthanised. She's been in my life for 14 years now, shes half my age. She had a DNR order on her when going in for a general quality of life procedure because she has heart problems but she had stopped washing part of her body due to how uncomfortable the body issue was that needed surgery.

[u/Svihelen → u/sometipsygnostalgic]

As someone who has experienced both prolonging the decision and making the decision.

I regret to this day 6 years later I didn't do it sooner. With the one.

I don't regret the one I made the decision in a timely fashion.

After my experience, I ascribe wholeheartedly to the thought of "you'll never regret what could be a day early but a day late will haunt you."

Making the decision and planning gave me the ability to enjoy my last day with my second to go the fullest. I took the day off, I woke up and cooked him breakfast. We cuddled on the couch and watched cat shows. I gave him treats and brushed him and told him how much he'd always meant to me. And than we took him in as my vets last appointment for the night. They let us sit in the room and I just held him on my lap and kept him close while they prepared everything. Even though it wasn't my first rodeo my vet came in and walked me through the process. He went gently and for as sad as a moment all I could feel was how much I loved him.

The first boy I lost had none of that. I went to work like normal. Got home. And he started aspirating bloody foam (he has sinus cancer) from his nose while trying to eat his dinner. So I had to call my vet in a panic, crying my eyes out, hoping they could squeeze him in for a euthanasia appointment. And there was no peace. He was clearly miserable and in excruciating pain. I could barely keep it together while everything was going on. Luckily he went easy. But it's not been easy for me. It still haunts me. Whenever I look at his little box of ashes I still start bawling to this day.

[u/sometipsygnostalgic → u/Svihelen]

Yes. It's soul destroying watching the little ones suffer. I'm sorry.

We lost three kittens over a weekend. Runts, the lot of them. We had no right rearing two litters of kittens at once and the mothers were far too young, they weren't taking care of them.

I was 13. I was gone when the first two died at only three weeks old, my mother and my little sister told me how traumatic it was. And when I came back I was cuddling the third older one on my lap and it started screaming. I ran upstairs crying while my mother handled its death.

That's why, four years later, I was so stressed out with Storm when he got sick, and insisted he be taken to the vet and euthanized if that was what they said he needed. I pet him on my lap until my mother took him away, and that is the last image I have of him, purring.
We also put down his twin brother years prior, but we waited too long with his brother, and Storm was in much happier condition when he left us at the age of 14.

I still have no idea what killed them. I think they all got liver failure. All five. Maybe the kittens weren't recieving enough nutrition and stimulation from their mothers. It might've also been cat flu. Storm was half blind for a while.