The Guardian obtained a copy of Noem’s soon-to-be released book, “No Going Back: The Truth on What’s Wrong with Politics and How We Move America Forward.” In it, she tells the story of the ill-fated Cricket, a 14-month-old wirehaired pointer she was training for pheasant hunting.
On the way home from the hunting trip, Noem writes that she stopped to talk to a family. Cricket got out of Noem’s truck and attacked and killed some of the family’s chickens, then bit the governor.
“At that moment,” Noem writes, “I realized I had to put her down.” She led Cricket to a gravel pit and killed her.
She writes, according to the Guardian, that the tale was included to show her willingness to do anything “difficult, messy and ugly” if it has to be done. But backlash was swift against the Republican governor, who just a month ago drew attention and criticism for posting an infomercial-like video about cosmetic dental surgery she received out-of-state.
My grandmother tried to OD our dog of over 15 years, problem was the old bastard wouldnt die and the drugs extended his life by a couple months. Eventually his musculature atrophied too much and she took him to the vet, he died in her hands blind, deaf, and happy.
Yeah I tried to OD him on Xanax with about 10x the dose that I would take. He was entirely insensate and his breathing was very slow and I just couldn’t let him continue further. It took about a minute with my hand gently over his muzzle to smother him.
I am well aware that a lot of people will consider what I did as an inhumane thing. I reply by saying. Do you think that taking your best friend the person who trusts you more than anyone you have ever known, to a brightly lit strange place where they stick them with needles is more humane? I think not.
I dont think theres a good way of putting things out of their misery. Even with my bloodlust its entirely focused on people. I dont think there is a yes or no answer to such things.
I agree. There is no good way. I chose the way where he was comfortable at the home he knew with the people he loved. I absolutely 100% ride or die loved that dog. He was my bestest boy. I made a choice, and I stand by it.
Edit: If I had a choice about the way I was going to die, this is the way I would choose. Surrounded by family, everyone telling me I did a good job and it’s time to go, then I slip into unconsciousness and then I’m gone. Hell yeah.