My Puppy Died, RIP Constantine Speed

Feels bad man

Sorry for the loss

Did you pick him up at a pet store?

Very important question. When you get a puppy from a reputable breeder, they will have gone through at least 3 or 4 dewormings with the puppies. When you buy them at a pet store, not only do they charge you an exorbitant price for a low quality (i.e. non-showbreed or working line) dog, they will have no health guarantees from breeding (i.e. hip examinations or illnesses in the genetic line). 99% of the time they buy the puppy from a puppy mill- a chicken coop for dogs to breed, if you will. These dogs are locked in tiny cages with no room for movement, in their own urine and feces, often extremely sick and in pain. Pet stores that sell puppies are extremely immoral and just do it to make a quick buck. Pet stores will always assure you they buy only from licensed breeders (this means nothing by the way, a reputable breeder would never sell to a petstore).

If you DID buy him at a petstore, you can easily sue or get them shut down. Do a little reading online about puppy mills if this applies to you.

Real sorry to hear that Losing a friend, even a new one, sucks.

Fuck... That fucking sucks so bad. I am huge dog lover and if one of my dogs passed away I'd be crying for weeks .

Really sucks

That sucks a lot man, getting a puppy next month and have the same wonders, hope you cheer up

thats awful man so sorry to hear that. i dont know what i would do if i lost my dog. shes my best friend

Sorry man that's really bad.

sorry to hear, i still get pissed when i think about my parents putting our dog to sleep when i was 12 without telling me and giving me a chance to say goodbye

ruins my day to hear this. someone needs to be responsible of your pups death and its not you. breeder of ur pup needs to be punished.

sorry man

Get more sad about this kinda stuff than when people die, for some reason. (Except maybe family).

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Thats a sad story

that sucks ...
sorry for your loss

We got him from some lady on craig's list her dog got out and ended up pregnant and the mother rejected this puppy and nearly killed it so he had to stay in the back of her car and she was going to throw him in the pound. That's why I made sure to take him into the vet as soon as we got him for a full check up plus shots.

Awww fuck. I love dogs and this breaks my heart. RIP little guy.

On July 07 2012 10:11 NotSorry wrote: We got him from some lady on craig's list her dog got out and ended up pregnant and the mother rejected this puppy and nearly killed it so he had to stay in the back of her car and she was going to throw him in the pound. That's why I made sure to take him into the vet as soon as we got him for a full check up plus shots.

Completely negligent dog owner. People like this should be put in the pound themselves.

Really sorry to hear that, that's a horrible thing to go through

Sorry to hear, lets hope the next dog lives longer

What breed?

If i ever get a dog ill name it constitine speed in its honor

On July 07 2012 17:27 YouGoTGoT wrote: What breed?

Mother was a pitbull, the lady we got her from had no clue what the father was since she got out one day and just came back pregnant.

R.I.P
My 15 year old cat died last week. =(

bums me out for sure. Sorry man.

Sorry to hear that.

Its really awful when they take such a sudden turn like that.

Really sorry for your loss. I'd be so angry as well. Animals should rule the world and never die, we humans suck.

the puppie looks exactly like my mom's pit bull / mix and behaves exactly like you described (he's a couple years old now too). seems like its a good mix, you might wanna look for another that looks like that.

I'm so sorry to hear this. Dogs are amazing creatures. I'm a huge dog lover myself, and we had to put our dog down as well...

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Don't at all mean to derail your thread, but it's always good to share stories of loved ones, i figure.

He was a long-haired german shepard named Schultz. He was so loyal and protective. One night, while I was in high school, I tried sneaking back into my house through the backyard. He was an outdoor dog, lived the good life in a bed he had on our back porch. He heard the noise and tried to protect his masters from the intruder. I heard his scowling growl, and slowly said "Schultz, it's me," with a small hint of fear knowing what he was capable of, although more confident that he would eventually figure it out. I put my hand out for him to sniff, and he ever so slowly moved toward my hand to see who it was. As my scent gave him confirmation, the growl turned to what is a dog's laughter, and he played for a bit. I told him how much of a good boy he was for protecting the house before I went in. He knew that he had done his job.

I still miss him so much.
He was abused by his first master, somehow got away and found my uncle on his farm. My uncle, being the care-giver that he was took him in, even though it most likely meant being put in a financial burden even more. He cared for him for two years or so before he passed away. With no master, we took him in with open arms. He lived with us for about another 5 years or so before we put him down.

I'll never forget the visit to the vet to put him down. I drove my mother (who probably had a closer connection since it was her brothers dog) to the vet, and she spent the better part of an hour and a half in with Schultz's final moments. I tried to wait in the waiting room, but couldn't handle it. I went to the car, turned it on and the song "God blessed the broken road", by Rascal Flatts, started playing immediately, which was the song deemed to be Schultz in the days after making the decision to put him to rest.

It fit the situation perfectly. He had a rough life, and even when he found a caring home, it was taken away abruptly (My uncle died at the age of 33, we think from sleep apnea)

Lately I've just been missing him, so it helps me by telling stories.... Thanks for reading everyone.

sorry for your loss

On July 09 2012 23:01 El_Tanque wrote: I'm so sorry to hear this. Dogs are amazing creatures. I'm a huge dog lover myself, and we had to put our dog down as well... + Show Spoiler + Don't at all mean to derail your thread, but it's always good to share stories of loved ones, i figure. He was a long-haired german shepard named Schultz. He was so loyal and protective. One night, while I was in high school, I tried sneaking back into my house through the backyard. He was an outdoor dog, lived the good life in a bed he had on our back porch. He heard the noise and tried to protect his masters from the intruder. I heard his scowling growl, and slowly said "Schultz, it's me," with a small hint of fear knowing what he was capable of, although more confident that he would eventually figure it out. I put my hand out for him to sniff, and he ever so slowly moved toward my hand to see who it was. As my scent gave him confirmation, the growl turned to what is a dog's laughter, and he played for a bit. I told him how much of a good boy he was for protecting the house before I went in. He knew that he had done his job. I still miss him so much. He was abused by his first master, somehow got away and found my uncle on his farm. My uncle, being the care-giver that he was took him in, even though it most likely meant being put in a financial burden even more. He cared for him for two years or so before he passed away. With no master, we took him in with open arms. He lived with us for about another 5 years or so before we put him down. I'll never forget the visit to the vet to put him down. I drove my mother (who probably had a closer connection since it was her brothers dog) to the vet, and she spent the better part of an hour and a half in with Schultz's final moments. I tried to wait in the waiting room, but couldn't handle it. I went to the car, turned it on and the song "God blessed the broken road", by Rascal Flatts, started playing immediately, which was the song deemed to be Schultz in the days after making the decision to put him to rest. It fit the situation perfectly. He had a rough life, and even when he found a caring home, it was taken away abruptly (My uncle died at the age of 33, we think from sleep apnea) Lately I've just been missing him, so it helps me by telling stories.... Thanks for reading everyone.

np gg

Oh man wish I didn't read this, poor doggy