Posts about death

It looks like she was just cleared for departure.

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Back in November, Ana got her very own photoshoot!

We are all so surprised that she is still in rescue. Like I said before, she is perfect. But we think the fact that she’s under 100 pounds is turning people off. It kind of makes sense, when you consider the target audience (the online marketer in me is leaking). When people are looking for a Great Dane rescue, they are looking to adopt a Great Dane, which is normally a giant dog over 100 pounds. I’ve decided to take her to a lot more dog events with a vest on that says “Adopt Me!” to market her to the general population.

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November 25th

Our Hellish Week

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This past week was not awesome. Well, parts of it were. Parts of it I could have done without.

Max

I’ll start with the worst thing first.

max2Christian and I had to make the toughest decision ever: to put our boy, Max, down.

We took him in thinking he was a 13 year-old Mastiff (!!) who would be at death’s door. We didn’t expect to have him for very long. After his first appointment at the vet, we learned that he’s around 8 years old and totally healthy! We thought we would have him for a long, long time.

Unfortunately, the past couple of months haven’t been all sunshine and rainbows and this weekend he passed away. We are devastated. I haven’t seen Christian this depressed and it is breaking my heart. What is comforting us is that he died in our arms (technically, Christian’s arms). He died surrounded by love. We really did rescue him back in September. According to his bio, he was an extremely old Mastiff. Plus, he was at an open-access shelter (read: kill shelter). He wasn’t going to last. We didn’t want him to die on concrete. We wanted him to die warm and surrounded by love.

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July 23rd

Where Did He Go?

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Where did he go?

That’s the question that has been burning inside my heart since last night.

Rocco died yesterday. I’ve never experienced the death of a person or pet I was very close to. I’m not religious (not even a little). I’ve always had “issues” with death, meaning I have always had a burning curiosity about death and a burning fear of my loved ones dying.

I have so many feelings about yesterday, but the one that literally kept me up last night was, “where did he go?”
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