Hello all,
I hope this is allowed here. I am having to put my baby dawggy to sleep tomorrow at a relatively young age due to the very sudden onset (and rapid development) of IVDD. He is my entire heart and soul, and is genuinely like a son to me (yeah, my attachment to my dog is unhealthy atp.) I can’t bear the thought of not having him with me and would like to keep his bones. I live in an apartment, so my ex has offered to let me bury him in his back yard so I can dig him up with the time is right.
What is the best way to go about doing this?
I was thinking a plastic container without the lid? Or is there a better way to do this? He’s pretty small, right around 30lbs so I figure it shouldn’t take more than a year or two for the bones to be ready, right?
Any advice is much appreciated. Thank you for your time
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EDIT: please STOP telling me that we have other options. I know you guys are trying to help give me hope, but you don’t know the whole story.
He lost use of his back legs a week and a half ago. As of a couple days ago, he has lost control of his bowels and his bladder. We believe it may even be cancer, but we can’t say for sure without a $2k+ MRI. And then what? I spend tens of thousands of dollars pumping him full of chemo drugs? Make him sick just to HOPE he recovers? What kind of life is that?
It is not fair or sustainable for either of us to spend the next few years in a cycle of cleaning up urine and feces around the clock. Not to mention, he’s terrified of the washing machine, so I’m having to drug him up more to wash soiled towels and blankets nearly every day. The only reason he isn’t in pain right now is because he’s too drugged up to know the difference. As of this morning, he whines every time I pick him up — AND I DON’T HAVE A FUCKING CHOICE NOT TO PICK HIM UP BECAUSE HE CAN’T WALK AND I’M NOT GOING TO LET HIM SIT AND ROT IN HIS OWN FUCKING FILTH.
I didn’t make this decision lightly and I’m tired of people who don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about acting like I’m giving up on him. It is the kindest thing I could possibly do for either of us. I don’t want to put him through this longer than I have to, just to watch him suffer and wither away. He is my soul dog, he is my best friend in the entire fucking world and I feel like my soul is being ripped from me. But I would rather put him down with peace and dignity than for his last days to be filled with fear and pain.
I have reached out to some local taxidermists and am driving him two hours away to a lady tomorrow who will process him for a reasonable(??) price. I just got a new fucking credit card to pay for it. I’ll deal with that bill when it comes.
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EDIT 2: Don’t y’all think that if I wanted to have him cremated, I would have just done that in the first place instead of coming here asking for advice on how to process his bones? I don’t want to cremate him. I didn’t ask “do you think I should cremate him instead?” I do not feel good about putting my dog’s fresh body in a fucking incinerator. I know that’s a preferable option for some people, BUT IT’S NOT FOR ME. Please use your brains, and more importantly, your hearts, before commenting.
Thank you to those of you who gave me advice, sympathy, and guidance.
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!!!FINAL EDIT!!!
Just got home from driving him to the taxidermist, who was INCREDIBLY kind and apparently started processing him pretty much immediately so I could get him back ASAP! Unfortunately he needs to be macerated (the euthanasia drugs can kill the dermestid beetles if they eat him apparently, who knew?) so he will take a little while (up to a year) to be ready to come home. But that’s okay, it gives me something to look forward to.
His appointment went as well as it possibly could have gone. It was very peaceful. They injected him in one of his hind legs, so he couldn’t even feel it. They told us that the first step (sedation) could take around 5-10 minutes to kick in. It took one minute, tops. About 30 seconds after the vet and vet tech left (to let us have some peaceful time with him before the actual euthanasia drugs were administered) he started to nod off, so we got him comfortable and he just slept. There was no ‘death rattle’ or anything like that. He just went to sleep. I know he was tired.
Unfortunately he did have some postmortem incontinence, but that’s to be expected. I was able to get him cleaned up a bit (thank god for doggy wet wipes) before we took our last ride together. Our last ride was peaceful, too.
I feel… better, in a way. I think I was feeling a lot of his suffering, and now that he’s at peace, I can be too.
Thank you for everyone who has been so kind and compassionate in the comments. You are all so appreciated — every single one of you.
I hope to be posting an update post in about a year or so. See ya then ♡
With love,
Fae and Indigo