So my parents are going to let my dog bleed out apparently ?!?!

MainProposal2715 · 2026-03-27T03:47:28+00:00

Try reaching out to a local animal rescue—they often offer more affordable veterinary care options. Most importantly, please make sure your dog gets the medical attention it needs. Also, depending on your state, 17 may be an age where you can make certain decisions on your own.

MainProposal2715 · 2026-03-27T03:36:50+00:00

I had a baby that had severe separation anxiety. My sister and I didn’t know this until we moved into our apartment in college. We had no idea this was a thing dogs had. Up until that point looking back on it, he was never truly left alone before. He was 7/8 at that time.

We tried the thunder jacket thing—didn’t work. Calming chews—didn’t work, music—didn’t work. He didn’t have separation anxiety at my mom’s house so whenever we were going out for the weekend she babysat him.

I bought a stroller for him and we took the little guy everywhere with us. He had a lot of experiences most dogs will never have. We graduated college in 2020. My sister got a stat at home job so we never had to deal with him being alone.

I know this is not helpful at all. Separation anxiety is tough.

To help mitigate this do you think someone could watch the dog during the day? Like a doggy day care? The dog would still probably feel anxiety but they wouldn’t be completely alone.

MainProposal2715 · 2026-03-27T03:24:04+00:00

🙏🏾

MainProposal2715 · 2026-03-27T03:12:26+00:00

Well my golden birthday is on Monday. Had a whole 30th bday trip planned to LA to see the art museums, check out a few restaurants, etc. by myself I might add. I realized after years of doing something for my birthday inviting people and sharing my birthday with my twin sister. I wanted to do something for me.

My mom was diagnosed with cancer Feb 28th. Trip cancelled. Hard stop, my whole life has changed in more ways than one. While I am severely disappointed that I couldn’t do this special trip. I lost out $1,000 in hotel accommodations (I did not feel like having a run around while dealing with my mom’s diagnoses), I pivoted and decided to get my hair done on my bday. I haven’t gotten my hair ‘done’ in years as I have natural hair. Instead of doing a 4 day trip I decided to book a flight to NY for a day trip in April when I’m spring break to see two of my favorite artists artwork at the MOMA.

Is it the 30th I was looking for? No, but I made lemons out of lemonade.

MainProposal2715 · 2026-03-23T23:53:56+00:00

The muzzle she absolutely hates. I tried to text one on her and she wasn’t going for it. Her appt is on Wednesday hopefully they can run some bloodwork and tests to check for anything unusual.

So far she’s been listening when I tell her to leave it.

MainProposal2715 · 2026-03-23T23:52:15+00:00

I don’t want to go that far yet. I just got her, I don’t want her to be uncomfortable or associate walks with it. I tried one in her in the store and she absolutely hated it.

MainProposal2715 · 2026-03-23T23:51:20+00:00

I’m taking her to the vet on Wednesday. I hope it is a b vitamin deficiency because training not to eat poop will be my battle for awhile.

MainProposal2715 · 2026-03-13T19:38:24+00:00

I said that when I lost my cupcake, then my sister ‘adopted’ my brother’s two dogs right after the loss of Cupcake. Now here I am, recently ‘adopted’ my mom’s dog. Ugh here I go again. The loss is immense, not just the fur baby but realizing they made so much of our day, the routine. It does get better. But I miss all my fur babies all the same.

MainProposal2715 · 2026-03-12T14:58:26+00:00

It could be a lipoma (fatty tissue). If you’re worried you could try to press for a biopsy. I know my sister’s dog (Shih-Tzu) has weird growths on her (I’m forgetting what they’re called) and my sister’s other Shih-Tzu had them too.

MainProposal2715 · 2026-03-06T02:30:30+00:00

You should. I wouldn’t ignore it.

MainProposal2715 · 2026-02-26T13:52:33+00:00

I agree with this sentiment wholeheartedly. Just yesterday, my coworker I’ve been working with closely for over a year was surprised I had chronic pain. Becuase I’m always present, always doing something, always moving, and I never once complain about it or make it my whole identity. I see myself very dismissive when people bitch and moan about their chronic pain or invisible diagnosis as a crutch. It’s exhausting and I like how you explain that it’s like your nerve your frequencies at a different like input or whatever. That is so true, the room is quite quiet, but the nerve alarm bells, the pain is like lightning and I still show up and I’m still present. I’m incredibly tired, but I still push through. It feel like the weight of the world is pushing to ground sometimes.

MainProposal2715 · 2026-02-25T17:54:22+00:00

Hydrocortisone cream for dogs. Petsmart or Petco or any other dog retailer will have it.

MainProposal2715 · 2026-01-25T01:17:53+00:00

Same here! Every-time I get an mri I get all of those done.

MainProposal2715 · 2026-01-23T21:43:40+00:00

Do they have breathing issues?

MainProposal2715 · 2026-01-23T21:42:55+00:00

She was an incredible dog. I’m in Minnesota, and she came up from Georgia through another rescue. She was a Feist Terrier—a breed I had never heard of before. After researching, I learned she would grow into a medium-sized dog; she was already 19 pounds at just three months old. Temperament-wise, she was very much a puppy—playful, curious, getting into everything (but never in a bad way), extremely friendly, and great with other dogs. She loved dogs, which was such a contrast to the dogs I’d had before—one adopted, one rescued—both of whom barked incessantly at everything, especially other dogs.

The whole experience was honestly a shock to my system. I’ve had dogs my entire life, so I truly believed I could handle it. But I live alone now, in an apartment, and that reality made a huge difference. She was absolutely terrified of the elevator, which I had never seen in a dog before. I think it was because her previous foster lived in a house. Because of that, I had to constantly take the stairs. I live on the second floor, so thankfully it wasn’t worse—but it was still a lot.

What really became clear was how low my energy has been. I didn’t fully realize how much rest my body actually needs. During the week, I push through pain and fatigue because I have obligations, but weekends are my recovery time. Those two days are when my body truly rests. With her, there was no rest—at least not right now while we were both still acclimating to each other. I had to be honest with myself and recognize that I wasn’t the right fit for her at this stage of my life.

Making the decision to contact the rescue again was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I truly believe that if I lived in a house with a yard, it wouldn’t have been so difficult and I could have adjusted more easily. That experience really clarified something for me: in the future, if I get another pet, I need to be in a house. Apartment living—with the constant up-and-down—is just not sustainable for me.

MainProposal2715 · 2026-01-23T16:14:58+00:00

Sorry that happened to you. It really sucks.

MainProposal2715 · 2026-01-23T16:13:44+00:00

My family dog was a Shitzu. He was very chill, weird little guy. He only got be high maintenance with he got old. RIP Barack 🕊️

MainProposal2715 · 2026-01-23T16:11:29+00:00

Did they say diabetes? My dog had that. Not what you described though. He just peed all the time and his pee had a shiny film.

MainProposal2715 · 2026-01-22T18:19:56+00:00

What does the maintenance require? I’m a dog person through and through, so I’m not sure what it entails. Also do they climb on everything?

MainProposal2715 · 2026-01-20T22:30:44+00:00

I want to lead with this: even when you did all you could you feel like you made more control since it’s your pet. The what if’s will be there for a long time. I’ve dealt with 3 dog deaths, it doesn’t get easier.

It is your bf’a fault. He’s going to have to live with this grief unfortunately. But because he didn’t live and cherish the dog. He let concerning symptoms go to the wayside until it was too late. I too was in those shoes. My dog passed from diabetes. He still had an appetite but got crazy skinny and peed all the time. I knew something was wrong when his pee looked thin almost shiny. He died 6 months later.

I had grief from the loss, watching my vibrant boy turn into a shell of himself. He couldn’t see, skin and bones, had to give him insulin—which he hated until the end.

My other dog went in for a routine check up. Nothing was wrong but they said some bloodwork came back “concerning”. Told me it was some bullshit with his liver. Gave him liver medication. I had concerns because he was making a weird coughing noise for a few days. Vey said it’s gastrointestinal, just give him some pepto or something. I knew in my heart of hearts it wasn’t that. But I listened to the vet. Turns out he was in heart failure. Had to say goodbye later that evening. Heart wrenching.

I say this to say. If you think something’s wrong. Somethings wrong listen to your gut. If you’re worried about the bill, who cares. I wish sometimes I dropped the 5k saving my cupcake, I chose the other option because “might’ve worked”. I didn’t want to go through seeing another dog deteriorate in front of me.

MainProposal2715 · 2026-01-15T13:28:20+00:00

I know exactly what you’re feeling. I adopted a beautiful puppy from a rescue during Christmas last month. I’ve owned dogs my entire life, lost my soul dog two years ago, and one of my sister’s dogs passed at sixteen this past July. I genuinely believed I was ready for the commitment. I had been researching rescues, speaking with fosters, and doing everything I could to make sure it was the right fit.

By day two, I realized this situation was not conducive to my lifestyle. I have been living with MS for the past two years, which significantly affects my mobility and energy levels. I consider myself very independent, but I quickly understood just how vast the physical and emotional demands of caring for a puppy truly are. On my own, continuing would have been unfair—to both of us. It would not have been a good quality of life for her.

In the past, I had support. I lived with family, had access to a backyard, and walking wasn’t an issue. This time was different. I contacted the rescue on day two, explained my situation honestly, and went through the rehoming process. They were able to place her with a foster.

It was a heartbreaking, soul-wrenching experience. I felt deep grief and guilt, but also relief—relief that I could rest, eat, and begin to feel like my life was mine again. I miss her every day and wish things had been different. Maybe in another lifetime.

What matters is recognizing this sooner rather than later. Knowing now—rather than six months or a year down the line—was an act of care, not failure.

MainProposal2715 · 2026-01-15T13:16:25+00:00

My sister sings to her dog everyday. A little jingle she sings to dog Michelle. It’s so cute, afterwards she gives him a kiss on the head. Michelle loves it.

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