Doomie Dog - Much Loved & Never Forgotton - 2006-2013

I wasn't going to do this tribute just yet, but I am sitting here in this empty room, and all I can think of is you. I feel like you deserve it now, whilst it's all so raw, I owe you that much.

Your story is the most complicated I know. You were born to two working parents in 2006 and were the only puppy of the litter left. You were the most gorgeous little thing I'd ever seen in my life but shortly after we got you home we realised we'd landed ourselves with a total nutcase - hence you went from "Duggie" to "Doomie" in a matter of days!

At first your antics were funny. You were just a cheeky chappie and you made us all smile. You'd never hurt a soul. 

But as the years went on, you grew more and more into your "alpha" role. We got another two dogs, they became "your pack", and by the beginning of this year you were out of control. Your aggression to other dogs was getting worse and worse. And then the other day you got into a fight with that dog. He was ok, but he had £300 worth of damage. We couldn't believe that our funny, loving dog could have done such a thing.

We have tried everything with you, Doomie. You've seen countless dog behaviourists, we've split the pack, you've had numerous amounts of specialist harnesses, collars, haltis, you've been muzzled, we've changed your diet - NOTHING works. Last night it was confirmed to us by yet another behaviourist that there is nothing we could do for you. It's "in your blood". Your father met the same fate as you. You ran on adrenaline, and when you were in that headspace there was no rhyme or reason to your behaviour. You were always sorry for what you did. After yet another response of "there's nothing that can be done", we knew what we had to do. The responsible thing to do, for you and for other dogs and families out there. Our only options were to keep you chain and muzzled for the rest of your life - that was no life for you. Running WAS your life. Or to drug you, on such a high dose that you became "zombielike", and then one day your adrenaline would overcome the drugs and you'd go completely nuts. We couldn't do that to you, baby.

It was the hardest thing in the world, making the decision to let such a happy, healthy dog go. But ultimately we knew we'd be forced into the same result. We didn't want that for you. Instead you went peacefully in your own home, surrounded by your family and everyone who loved you, not as the "viscous dog", which we know you weren't.

You never hurt any person. You were the sweetest natured dog - we'd trust you with any baby. You'd be pulled, poked and prodded, all with patience. We could dress you up in any number of outfits and you never batted an eyelid. You knew countless tricks - sit, lie down, say please, paw, walk like a person. You were an amazing athlete - you'd fly over any agility course we put you at. We used to have the best fun making back garden courses out of shoddy brooms and garden chairs. Do you remember that boy?  

I don't want you to be remembered as the dog you've become over the last few months. That's not who you were. I want you to be remembered as the beautiful dog you were, who lived to run through fields for hours on end...



And then curl up on the sofa and sleep your days away...



The "big brother" of the pack, your little brothers adored you...







The dog we could dress in the most ridiculous things, who never minded...



The dog who knew when I was happy, sad or angry. Who would kiss my tears away on the countless times I bawled to you. The one who was by my side through it all.

I hope you're happy at the bridge now, Doomie. With all of our bridge fur-family. You get to see your Mummy Mollie and your Auntie Madge again. You can run through as many fields as you want now baby, and I promise that you'll never be overcome with that aggression that ruined your life here, and that wasn't you. I'll see you again one day, beautiful, but until then, sleep tight. I love you more than words can say, and I'll never forget the happy memories you gave us all. You were on in a million precious boy xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Oh dear what a beautiful tribute I'm sat here in floods of tears as what a deeply sad story and such a very beautiful dog.

I can't imagine how hard it was to let him go but I think you did the kindest thing you could ever do for him and as much as it hurt's I don't think you could have done anymore.

I actually can't write for crying here.   

Run free forever through the lush green fields at the Bridge handsome boy xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

And for you Fluffslave          

Thanks Maysie, I just can't believe he's really gone. It was the hardest decision to let him go, on the outside he was so fit and healthy. It's not like easing their suffering, because he wasn't in any pain. But we knew it was inevitable, and it was irresponsible to wait until he attacked any other dogs and we were forced to do it. Instead, everyone said their goodbyes and he got all of his favourite food and cuddles and kisses before he went. He wasn't a vicious dog. It wasn't his fault

FluffSlave wrote:Thanks Maysie, I just can't believe he's really gone. It was the hardest decision to let him go, on the outside he was so fit and healthy. It's not like easing their suffering, because he wasn't in any pain. But we knew it was inevitable, and it was irresponsible to wait until he attacked any other dogs and we were forced to do it. Instead, everyone said their goodbyes and he got all of his favourite food and cuddles and kisses before he went. He wasn't a vicious dog. It wasn't his fault

          

run free and happy doomie dog           
for you jess              

What a sad story

My mums neighbour had to do the same thing with her lab when he was fairly young. He completely lost the plot

Just never forget that uz fought for him and did everything you possibly could.   

It sounds like there was nothing more you could do for him, and in the end you had to do the toughest thing possible  

I'm sorry you had to go through that, but glad he was with a family that would take that decision instead of giving him a miserable life.


Run free, Doomie dog  



For Jess     

Thanks guys

Things are a little less raw now and it's easier to think clearly. I know we did what was best for him.

It still hurts, and always probably will, but things are slightly easier now.

I am so sorry for your loss love, it feels as if a part of you has been torn out. I cannot read the tributes, I would be fiinished for the rest of the day but I am sure it is lovely.

Hugs

Jo xxx

Thanks Jo

I bawled all the way through writing it but it gets easier to read it each day, and I know that with time the pain will never pass, but will ease.

What a beautiful tribute xxxx

Sleep tight gorgeous chap xxxx

Thank you, Katie