calliecritturs
Posted : 9/8/2007 10:23:07 PM
I think this is a thread that most all of us will react emotionally to. I think it is also a subject that is pretty well impossible not to answer from your own frame of reference, and in honesty that 'frame of reference' -- altho crystal clear to the teller, might not be understandable by "most folks".
Really GOOD example is the little dog *I* was thinking of when I wrote the above. When it comes to my *own* dogs, dogs I've lived with and loved - the 'line' of when it becomes necessary to euthanize and let them cross the Bridge -- may be harder and more heartwrenching to deal with , but in another sense it's more clear simply because I know what "joy" and "quality of life" really ARE to that dog.
I only fostered Taffy. Known by all who knew her as "Psycho Dog". A small some kind of poodle/tzu/something/whatever mix. She'd been born with what I was told was a "club paw" -- think of a front 'elbow' that didn't bend from a 'back' joint but rather looked more like a flipper so the paw raised to the side rather from the ground to the chin -- and the joint could bear no weight. She was also blind in the eye on the same side of the body (I always suspected birth trauma).
When I fostered her she wasn't 'elderly' -- probably only 6 or 8. But she was the most tortured soul I've ever known in dog-dom. She'd at some time been bitterly teased by children approaching her blind/handicapped side to 'startle' her.
She was incapable of allowing touch for any reason. She never bit me simply because I was quick - but you couldn't pick her up or move her in any way, you couldn't touch her to trim her nails or to give her a treat. She just wouldn't allow it. She didn't just bark or snarl -- she'd literally scream endlessly for about 10 minutes if anyone challenged her by trying to touch her.
But what really spoke to me about this dog's inner turmoil was the fact that she had nightmares almost every night. She'd wake up screaming -- literally this horrific wake-the-dead-make-your-hair-stand-on-end scream. Sometimes more than once at night. Sleep was no respite for her. It was as if she was ushered into a world worse than Freddy Kreuger could imagine.
I fostered her for several weeks (and it almost tore my family up - none of us got sleep, including the dogs). But I honestly couldn't bear to see her absolutely with no joy in her life - awake nor sleeping.
I argued bitterly with the woman I worked rescue with -- she was content to just let Taffy live her life out on the floor of the kitchen "you get used to the screaming after a while". I thought it was patently cruel. This dog was tortured constantly -- and not by anyone nor anything -- but her own mind had been so damaged that she wasn't capable of any joy and took comfort in literally no thing at all.
My point is this. If anyone is looking for concrete answers in this thread - you won't find any satisfactory ones. Because I think with something this serious it merits individual decisions. Input from others? It's a good thing. We may not all agree -- but sometimes, just some few times, it's good to challenge our own thots.
the good thing, I think, is that altho there may not be across-the-board agreement here, the one thing we CAN all agree on is that none would take this decision lightly. And that is -- in total honesty -- often the best we mere humans can do.