My baby dachshund Higgins, March 9, 2005 to April 5, 2025. For 20 years we tackled the world together as the dream team. When seizures started I told you you weren't going to suffer. Today they wouldn't stop and you didn't suffer anymore, I promised you. Thank you for licking my hand in our last moments. Kisses to you too. It's hard to go to bed alone but you're in peace now. Mama loves you and misses you, my best buddy, forever.

My beloved old cat passed as he declined quite rapidly. He was still drinking and taking tiny amounts of food but then started miaowing and I decided that I couldn't watch him like that anymore but it was too late and he passed this morning. He was so strong and I'm so scared he died in pain. I was with him stroking him but I wish we could understand them when they talk to us I wish I'd known his meowing wasn't because he was hungry but he was in pain. I love him so much and lost my other cat less than a year ago. The pain is unbearable and I'm a wreck today. I stayed with him on the sofa the past 3 nights but last night was the worst and the only blessing is he passed fairly quickly and I hope with all my heart he is playing with Sam now. I'm devastated. He would climb on my shoulders and give me cuddles and there's so much I wanna write about him. He's beautiful. I am lost. I hope I meet you again Theo and Sam 💙

Hey! Yesterday I did a post expressing how to cope with your cats death..today I just wanna make a part II telling to be more cautious with your cats if they also go outside

I have 4 cats, my 3rd unfortunately has passed away yesterday..his name was Lulu I chose that name myself, short and cute 😔❤️‍🩹 We believe he got involved in a car accident because the vet has told us he suffered from internal bleeding which can happen from a car crash, his organs were messed up and he couldn't stay up at all...

I found Lulu on the 22nd of October around an abandoned house, he was starving and skinny and always asking for food. He had the most beautiful green eyes I ever seen and he was my everything. I'm just 20 and I struggle with depression so this whole situation destroyed me. He liked to go outside due to me finding him outside and having a big garden...but I never ever thought something like this would happen. I don't wish this not even on my worst enemies. ❤️‍🩹

Today I received the cremation papers. It hurts ❤️‍🩹😔 but October will always remind me of Lulu. Is also my favorite month.

Take care of your cats!!😭❤️‍🩹

This was hardest decision of my life. My dog was here with me for 11 years. I was prepared for bad news year ago when she had her cancer removed near her stomach but everything went well and nothing seems to have spread to the rest of the body. She started being clearly in pain few days ago and even before that she stopped jumping on the bed or couch. I was thinking it was just her old age showing up in some ways other than that she still wanted me to throw her ball whole day. When my dad returned from the vet with her when i was at work and told me cancer spread to her lungs in multiple point and that there is fluid in them i was shocked. Her hind legs did tremble and she was breathing heavy a lot even when resting but i was not expecting something so bad.

We were told that even with medication she did not have a lot of time maybe week or two at most but they gave her first dose that day so she started to feel better. I had an appointment for today just to get her next shot and make her feel better but i could not look at her struggling for more time. She was feeling a lot better and even wanted me to throw her ball a little bit but it was clear that she could not last even 2 minutes when only month ago she would run after it for 40 minutes. Her breathing also got worse and i could hear it from across the room at night.

Making that appointment in place of her next medication was hard. She was not as mobile she usually was but she did stop to tremble all the time and her breathing got a lot better. I wanted her last day to be when she still could move and eat not when she was in pain and hungry and thirsty but it still hurt thinking that im killing her off before she was ready.

On her last day she got all the pets i could give and ate all of the treats we had left plus some ham. Right before we went out she ate last piece of carrot i gave her in the morning she was slowly crunching on it all day so im glad she was able to finish it.

Vet is close by 5 minutes away from my house but we left 20 minutes earlier. We went to some of her usual walk spots on the way so she had time to sniff and make me clean up one last time. I think part that did not hurt me that much in the moment but hurts a lot now is that she wanted to turn around and go home just like usual when she does not feel like walking far but i could not let her go back.

She did same thing at the vet office she always does went straight for the door if i was not holding her and when i was sitting with her on he floor she tried to get over me and go to the door. I tried make her calmer and make her look at me as she got her meds but i don't know how much i helped to be honest. After a minute she started getting unsteady and laid on the floor fully i laid beside her and looked into her eyes and was petting her head. Her eyes got unfocused at that moment and I'm not sure she still even saw me but i still looked into them and talked to her and continued petting. After that vet administered her final medication and 2 minutes later she was no longer breathing. I was looking into her eyes and at her nose so i knew before vet told me that she stopped breathing and was dead.

I laid with her there a little longer and stated crying. I did not want her to get more worried by seeing me in distress but im sure she felt that i was nervous even without that. I want to believe that i did best thing i could but the fact that she clearly wanted to go home whole time kills me inside.

I'm sorry for rambling i usually don't share things like that but i felt like i wanted to put her last day into words and have it posted somewhere so I can go back and look at it when i feel like I'm forgetting some important part of her last day.

Seeing stories of other people helped me calm down a little bit before the appointment and prepare for what to expect so i hope my post can be useful in some way to other people.

2 days since you left me chowder… I often walk by your collar, smell it and shed a tear. I brought your crate in from the car and immediately broke down…

We knew you were against the clock, but damn seeing you the past week was rough.

Chowder know that you will always have a place in my heart. I miss your warm body as we cuddled in bed. You sleeping right on our pillows and driving us crazy at time.

Mom and I miss you so much. You helped welcome 2 humans into our world and 1 sister who I thought hated you, but even she’s sad….

I miss you so much.

My baby girl Natash. She was only 1. She just got spayed. She just started coming inside. I just finished building the catio for her. We live in a city. Why was I so naive? I thought cars were the biggest threat. It’s not fair. I hate coyotes. I really do. I’m so sorry my beautiful girl. May you rest in peace. You were a part of me I never saw before. You made me happy. So happy. I’m sorry I didn’t protect you. This isn’t fair. I’m still just in shock. I hate this. I hate it. I’ll be sad forever I think. Please forgive me my little Lady. May we meet again someday. I’m So sorry.

October 2013 - April 5th, 2025 I'll miss you so much, my baby girl 😭 say hi to Kissu for me, and snuggle with Mormor and Papa and Pepere, I'll see you again one day I promise Leukemia and a collapsed lung, she just went so fast and I don't know what I'll do without her. My favorite photo of her https://imgur.com/gallery/rini-2013-2025-k7i0bxN

For a while now my 14yo frenchie as been getting more and more health issues but today I found what appears to be a lump on her chest. I have spoken to her vet and only managed to book an appointment for Monday but I've been told by family members to prepare for the worst and since then I've been spiraling, which brings me here: how do I prepare myself and my baby? Mental health has been a struggle for me for a while and I have no idea how to begin to process any of this. Hopefully its nothing and I'm just being over dramatic, but just in case I would love any advice.

Hi folks. My family dog of 15 years passed away suddenly today while I’m on an international vacation far from home. While I knew his time was coming close, I’m beyond devastated. I was not able to be there with him during his final moments, and I will regret that for the rest of my life.

When my family first adopted him 15 years ago, I had the honor of choosing his name. The first night he stayed in my bedroom and barked non-stop the entire night. I remember feeling so annoyed and angry with him. I would give everything to hear him bark again now.

I am trying my hardest to stay strong and not let this ruin my trip to visit extended family. But I am struggling. Losing him is painful enough, but being far from home while he passed away without us is traumatic. I feel so homesick and helpless, and could use some advice so I can power through.

I lost my 19 year old cat and I’m not sure if it’s okay to pass on her collar as a way to honor her. She helped raise the kitten and loved her very much so I feel like it may be a nice thing to do but I’m not sure.

on thursday, I woke up to my baby boy Snooky, dead on my kitchen floor. I think it was heart disease, but im not sure as he seemed just fine just hours prior to him dying. i cant stop thinking about how I was playing fetch with him the day before and he was as active and bubbly as he ever was. I woke up and called for him because he left my room in the middle of the night, the first time i shrugged it off and figured he was either still sleeping or hiding somewhere. I call for him again, and look around all his favorite spots. I looked over in the kitchen (he likes messing in there since he wasnt allowed), and at first a teasingly scolded him when i saw his lower half peeking behind the trashcan, but my heart dropped to see his legs spread on the ground (a position ive only seem him in to hunt but his tail was down). i go to make sure hes ok only to find him stiff as a statue. He mustve died in the middle of the night as cats apparently go into rigor mortis incredibly fast, 3 to 4 hours after death.

He was only about 6, i got him when he was 2 and he was my first pet ever (parents never got one in my early childhood, i got him in my teen years). I even took him to the vet just weeks ago and they told me he was fine, other than him being a bit overweight and some mild dental problems. I had been feeding him a bit less but i did notice his appetite lowered the days leading up to it, i just figured it was because of his diet change. it broke my heart, i put his body in his carrier with his toys and blanket. for now i have a memorial set for him at a memorial park close to where i used to live. This isnt my first tough experience with death but its the most close death ive experinced so far. He was there for me in my hardest moments of life and will never forget that.

I miss him so very much. he was one of my best friends, and i feel bad for yelling at him for meowing while i was trying to sleep. i miss his meows, i miss him greeting me when i come home from work or when i wake up in the morning, even if it was just for food. i miss watching him attack the little kibble bits out of his bowl. Every time i open a door i subconsciously only open it a third of the way in preparation for him to dart through, and its painful to be able to fully open them. It makes me sad that he hid himself to save me pain, but it still hurts so bad. I wish i couldve done something to prevent this, but upon research it seems to happen fairly often, even the vets didnt catch anything. I hope my baby boy is at peace, and i hope i can find peace with his passing. he was a little bundle of joy, kind of shy and skiddish but a very sweet cat with an eccentric and sassy personality. everyone loved him so much, and its just painful for everyone close to me right now.

its nice to have a community to share this with, and my heart goes out to whoever is dealing with this too. may our furry babies rest in peace ❤️💖

Hello, I haven’t ever posted on Reddit before, but I felt like I needed to now for the support. I just lost my sweet girl Molly yesterday and I don’t know what to do our how to live without her. We let her go through at home euthanasia, since my mom and I didn’t want her passing in a cold vet room surrounded by unfamiliar smells and sights. My girl was in so much pain, especially in her back area. During the last few months, she struggled to walk on her own, she had accidents every day that we had to clean up since she couldn’t control her bladder anymore, and she normally needed help going to the bathroom. She was also experiencing urinary leakage, and every time she laid down somewhere she needed to have a disposable puppy pad under her to catch it. In the last few months, she hadn’t reminded us that it was time for her to eat like she normally did (she would whine and howl when it was time for her dinner or breakfast), and there were days where she wasn’t interested in food at all. She had trouble sleeping due to the pain, and we had her on 200 mg of Gabapentin every eight hours and 50 mg of Trazodone every night to help her sleep, but sometimes even that wasn’t enough. Sometimes when she would be coming off of a dose of either or, she would wind up in manic states where she would just pace around the room clumsily and walk in circles until she would fall down on the floor. Every time she fell down accidentally, I would think “this is it, she finally broke a bone”, but it never happened. I don’t know how her frail body avoided breaking or spraining something every time she would run into a wall or fall down, but she did. It was also very hard on my mom and I. We we essentially running a dog hospice, and every time we would leave our apartment, I would spend the entire time we weren’t there worrying about her, and worrying about us coming home to her having fallen down and breaking something, or her getting stuck somewhere in the apartment and howling for us when we weren’t there to come help her and pick her up. It was very hard on my mom and I, since we couldn’t do anything until we made sure that she was taken care of, that she had her medications, that she had enough water, that she wasn’t covered in her own pee or poop, or that she had somewhere comfortable to lay down. Every time I got frustrated with her and yelled, I wish I could take that all back, and take back every single negative thing I have ever thought about her. And in the last few weeks, she wouldn’t get out of bed, or look forward to eating, or wag her tail when my mom got home from work every day. Every day would just be starting our moving her from one place to another in the apartment; moving her from my mom’s bed to her dog bed in the living room. In the last few months, she was alive, but not really living. And recently, she had been giving us certain looks in her eyes that said “why am I here? Why am I so miserable and why do I hurt all the time?” and it just broke my heart that I could ask her what she wanted to do, or if she wanted to stay or go, or how much pain she was in or where it hurt the most. She also had a growth on her bottom right eye lid that prevented her from closing her eye all the way, and it was most likely infected due to it seeping and bleeding all the time. I always thought that eventually her body would give out on its own, like pawing in her sleep, but that never happened, and her physical state just kept getting worse and worse, until Thursday, my mom and I had a very painful discussion in which we decided it was time, and that she didn’t deserve to be in so much pain any more and lose so much of her dignity by not being able to do anything by herself. On Thursday, we made the call to schedule the appointment for yesterday, and it was one of the hardest things we have ever had to do; to ask someone to come by and just kill our dog.

And after we made the appointment, we made sure to give her any food she wanted within reason (bacon, ham, peanut butter, turkey). When it came time for her last dose of gabapentin, my mom and I both sobbed, and when the vet knocked on the door, I immediately panicked and wanted to lock the door so she couldn’t come in and take our sweet girl away from us, even though we scheduled the appointment.About this time yesterday(5:20 pm), she was being sedated. Molly passed in her dog bed, surrounded by her two favorite people in the world who loved her so much, more than she would ever know. She passed listening to us telling her that we loved her, and that we thanked her for being such a wonderful companion. The vet made sure she didn’t feel a thing, and unfortunately the process of Molly’s passing took about a half an hour because the vet couldn’t find a viable vein in her back legs to inject the medication even after shaving a small section of her fur, due to the deterioration of her back legs, and her paralysis she had back there. It was so hard to watch her go, and immediately after the vet told us she was gone after checking her heart, I wanted to take it all back. I wanted to tell the vet to fix what she had done, and to give her back to us. I wanted to shake her awake, to force her eyes open, to yell and scream at her to wake up. When the vet got the stretcher to get her to her car ( since Molly was about 50 pounds), and when we lifted her up into the stretcher, she was so limp, and it made me want to scream and cry and vomit, and I still do. The vet was very nice, and even covered up her body on the stretcher except for her head. She covered her up with even more blankets when we put the stretcher in the back of her car. And I couldn’t watch that car drive off with what was left of my poor girl, I just couldn’t. I went upstairs and I just screamed and cried, and it didn’t make me feel better.

It’s been 24 hours without her, and I don’t know what to do. I have my mom to help me through this (and frankly I don’t think I could make it through this without my mom),and she is having just as much of a hard time through this as I am. It still hurts so fucking much. I found myself going around and smelling everything she laid on or touched just to smell her again (even though she didn’t smell very good) and I end up sobbing and putting myself into a uncontrollable fit that I can’t seem to come back from. I find myself laying in her dog bed that she passed in and just crying, wishing she was still here. I find myself hugging the little bag of her fur I collected before she passed, and I find myself going around my apartment with tape looking for even more of her fur. I miss her so much, and I wish I could turn back time and get more time with her to hug her and kiss her and tell her I love her. I wish I could pet her soft face and just look at her and tell her how much she means to me. The idea of her coming back to us as nothing but ashes is gut wrenching. She’ll be nothing but ashes.

I don’t have an appetite. I just don’t feel like eating. I haven’t been hungry since she passed, and everything that I am forcing myself to eat just doesn’t taste good. My eyes are hurt and are bloodshot from crying, my stomach is in knots, and my chest is so heavy. I am still crying writing this. I don’t know how to stop. Every thing seems so meaningless without her. Our apartment seems so lifeless and quiet and empty without her. Every time I look at her dog bed, or look at the smudges on the sliding glass door that she made with her nose, it makes me cry again. I don’t want to be here in this apartment, but I don’t want to be anywhere else either. I don’t know how to live without her. I know we made the right decision. I know that she’s not suffering or in pain anymore. And I know that she passed in the most peaceful way possible, and that we avoided having to put her down due to some emergency and we avoided having to put her down in a vet office. But I don’t care. I just want my damn dog back. It’s only been a day without her and it’s been fucking miserable. It’s been hell. I don’t know how to do this. I just don’t.

Here’s a link of some pictures my girl:

https://imgur.com/a/1GPjJi2

I had to put down my beloved dog Rooney yesterday and it is tearing me up. I can’t sleep and just keep looking at the last picture I took of her at the vet. We wanted to do at home euthanasia but there was no availability soon enough and she rapidly declined due to cancer.

I don’t know how I will ever get over losing her my sweet girl. I miss her so much already. My one cat has not left her bed since we took Rooney in.

How do people cope with this loss? I have lost people close to me and nothing comes even close to the pain I am feeling right now.

Rocky was our 10-year-old chihuahua. He was small in size but filled every corner of our home – with love, noise, stubbornness, and warmth.

Three weeks ago, he was diagnosed with a severe lung infection. We fought so hard. Oxygen chamber. Meds. Sleepless nights.

I counted his breaths. I measured his peace. I prayed during every coughing fit.

Just a day before he died, he greeted my wife with so much joy you’d think he was never sick. That’s who he was. Pure love in motion.

And then last night… he was suddenly still.

No more heaving. No more pacing. Just quiet. Just soft breathing. Then… nothing.

I tried CPR. I tried mouth-to-nose. I called for my wife.

We were both there as he left. And yet I still look for him. I thought I heard his paws this morning and got up to check.

We’re heartbroken. I still feel numb.

He deserved more time. I would’ve given anything – both legs – just for five more years.

I miss his snoring. I miss his bark.

I miss the way he filled the space. I just needed to write this. So he doesn’t feel forgotten.

Thank you if you read this.

He was our Rocky. And we loved him endlessly.

I have so many regret and failures surrounding my dog's death. My dog was PTS in January. She was 12 and a large breed. I wake up and feel pain and my stomach drops out with guilt and regret. I've spoken to friends and family but they're fed up now. I'm considering counseling but I just feel talking about it doesn't change the facts.

I read somewhere that it's our job 'to give our dog a good life and a good death.' I feel like she had a good life, she was loved, walked multiple times a day and spoilt. I feel like her death was awful and I let her down in so many ways.

My dog developed a cough in November. It was here and there but one day it was non-stop and she was sick so I took her straight to the vet. The vet tested her vitals and all seemed fine he said it was kennel cough and 'there was lots of it about.' I questioned the sickness and he said this is just the kennel cough. I think this disarmed me as I was concerned going in but the vet was so casual and made it seem like no big deal. He prescribed 2 weeks of antibiotics and said if to bring her back after the antibiotics if it was still an issue. I gave her the 2 weeks course of antibiotics. She seemed to pick up. Throughout December, apart from the occasional cough she seemed fine, was eating, going on 3-4 walks a day, possibly sleeping a lot but she was an older dog and always did. I wish I'd have taken her back in December though as the cough hadn't cleared completely!! I did notice she was a bit down on Christmas day but this was brief. Nearing the end of December she was sick a few times and went off her normal food. I went out and bought sensitive, allergy dry food for her to try. She had had many bouts of sickness throughout her life, she had allergies and a sensitive stomach & would sometimes eat things she shouldn't on walks. But she still wasn't eating right and was being sick. I took her to the vets on January 3rd for a blood test. The vet rang me at work with the results and said they weren't bad results...she was slightly anemic and white blood cells slightly high and he thought it was pancreatitis. I said phew... I was concerned it was something more serious like cancer..he said no they're good results. I questioned the white blood cells and he said this is probably just down to her mouth infection. She'd got black.bits gathering around the folds in her mouth. She'd had this once before that I treated with antibiotics and cleaning with salt and water. He gave me some antibiotics for the mouth infection. She picked up over the next couple of days but then Went downhill from here. She wasn't eating, we tried chicken and rice, steak and bought her liver too for the anemia. With each change of food she would eat it but then would go off it shortly after I don't understand why we were faffing around with trying different foods. It was too long. She was left trying different foods and rubbish for too long! However, she didn't seem too bad in herself in general and was going on 3-4 walks happily everyday. She then had a couple of really bad days. I knew I had to get her in for a scan and planned to take her after the weekend but on Sunday night she collapsed. I got her to the vet and they found a tumour on her spleen. they gave me 3 options 1) bring her home for two weeks 2) do surgery but the prognosis wasn't good ...1-2 months 3) put her to sleep whilst she was asleep. I chose to put her to sleep. I didn't even get to say goodbye properly as she was unconscious. The other 2 options didn't seem like options and could lead to more suffering.

I've since read a lot about hermangisicoma online and I've read stories of dogs getting longer or the tumours being benign. This makes me feel sick to my stomach. That I could have killed my dog for a benign tumour. The vet never mentioned anything about this possibility!! I regret more than anything wasting time!! I look back and wonder why?! I think I was disarmed by the first vet trip (kennel cough) and then the 'positive blood test.' I also think I may have been in denial? I was supposed to love and care for my dog. How did I leave her for so long! She was stilling acting normal other than the food. She was coming on walks with me 3 times a day. Did I not care about her? Another thing which makes me shudder is the money for the scan! Id spent money that month on a holiday in September for her and my family in a dog friendly accomadation..it was cheap but still...and also..id started a new job in August and I realised I was spending too much time away from her. She'd stay with my parents whilst I was at work but I wanted to be with her more. Id vowed to get a work from home.job to be with her...but didn't own a decent computer and I'd been applying for jobs which were stay at home but my computer was so old and slow it'd take a whole evening to do one job application. So I'd purchased a faster second hand computer. What was I doing spending money on this stuff?! I should have been getting a scan?!! It's so insane to look back at now. I feel I was living in the future...where I obviously very much still saw my dog being with me...but I wasn't living in the present. How could I let the thing I thought I loved the most in the world be sick for so long. I remember the way she looked at me on that last day like 'why aren't you helping me.' I'll never forget it.

I also feel like if I'd got the scan earlier, I would have been able to bring her home. As it wouldn't have been at crisis point. I would have been able to bring her home and search her cancer online and make an informed decision. Learnt about how these tumours can be benign and maybe I would have gone down the surgery route.

Please be honest. Everyone's tried to be reassuring. Some people have said 'learn from it' but I can't bear that she was a trial and now I just need to learn from it. I've don't really know how to go on. I cry everyday. I've lost all motivation in life. It's honestly broken me. I didn't think she was dying.

I feel I let her down. I should have listened to her. & There's no going back. I feel my dog had the worst situation with her end...she suffered and then got PTS. I've questioned whether I even lived or cared about her. I've questioned everything. Wtf was I doing?!! My poor girl.

It's been five months since I lost the light of my life. A day doesn't go by that I don't think about her and wish she was still here with me. I have been thinking recently that I would like to get a puppy. I am not trying to replace her, because that would just not be possible. But the evenings before bed and the mornings when I wake up are so quiet. I go on walks, and am trying to better myself still. However, I feel the same way I did before I got her, like I was working towards a goal that I didn't know about until I met her. She became my goal, and the thing that I wanted to succeed for. I dogsat for a neighbor a few weekends ago which is what sparked this interest. He slept with me all night and followed me around all day. It was so nice to have that company again.

My question is this: I feel ready, but what if I am pushing it and am just too desparate to notice? I don't feel desparate - excited for sure, but they might feel the same, right? Ugh, I don't know. Sorry this is kind of all over the place. It's the first I've created a post here about my own experience. This thread has brought a lot of comfort and makes me feel not so alone (or overdramatic).

never thought i would have to revisit this sub again. im a wreck. im 21 and i have been trying to get into med school ever since i finished my alevel and this year i finally got a spot but i had to move out of country. i have 3 birds, 2 lovebirds and a cockatiel. no one home was gona look after them and i tried so hard to see if i could take my babies with me when i move out of country but i couldn’t so we decided to give them to my dads friend to take care of them until i come back. he already owns bird so we trusted him. also for context. my lovebird kiwi, he got sick with diarrhoea and weakness suddenly on 24th feb so we took him to the emergency vet right away and he had severe bacterial and fungal infection, his crop was messed up. so we separated him into another cage made it easy access and as comfortable for him as possible, moved his cage into my room so i can keep an eye on him always and set a heater next to his cage at all times. my room temp was also as hot as possible. i felt so much hurt looking at him all weak. i’ve had him since he was 6 months old man. i was supposed to leave on 6th march so i was stressing. hoping my baby would recover before my flight. whenever he woke up im my room i knew, cos i stayed up all night incase he needed me. whenever he woke up i would put him on my chest and my hand on top and let him sleep. his antibiotic dose finished just 2 days before my flight and my baby was so better. i was thanking God. then on 5th night around midnight we took my birds and gave them to dads friend. my flight was in the morning the next day. i crocheted a little bird that looks just like him and kiwi used to hate it haha. i was thinking about my birds, especially kiwi all flight cos he had been sick before. but yeah we reached and settled in. called my dads friend the same day he didn’t pick up. called the next day and no response. my mum dad brother came to help me settle in. so we kept calling and texting every couple of days he never responded. i was starting to get worried. 3 days after i landed dad called him and he picked up, said the birds are all doing fine and they are happy with the other love birds that he has. i was happy and i wanted a video of them he said he will send later. he never did. so my brother went back him my dad nd mom still stayed with me and we kept trying to see my birds right, he never replied. not to a text or calls and now it’s been weeks. my brother tried to find where he lives and he did but he never tried to meet with brother and he fully blocked my brothers number. my brother kept going there but he jisy couldn’t get any news of my birds. now finally he replied to dad nd sent pics of the cockatiel and kiwis wife but not kiwi so we got even more worried. my brother was still blocked but last week he unblocked my brother so he texted him and said give back the birds or were calling the cops cos they are still our birds and he’s not letting us see them. so he finally said yesterday to come today and get the birds. when my brother went there, kiwi wasn’t there but the other two was. he said kiwi died the day i had my flight. so that’s not even a day since we gave him the birds. i don’t even know what to do i swear he killed him. that’s why he never replied but im a mess. he was like my own child. he was gona turn 3 years old in march the same month he died but God he’s gone now. my baby has been dead for a whole month and i just fucking found out. i hate that man so much i don’t even know how to deal with this anymore. i can’t do this

It’s been a while since I posted here, I lost my Maltipoo Android back in January to congestive heart failure. still waiting for his headstone. I got my daughter a cat last week. And today I washed the blanket my fur son passed in. I regret washing it but he did lose fluids so it was definitely long over due.

I’m posting to ask if anyone knows a company or something that can take the fleece blanket and make it in to a dog stuffed animal with same ears n size as my boy was?

I still break down crying. It’s just a dog but I feel like Billy bob Thornton said, I’m 50% happy & 50% sad at all times now. I lost one of the most important loved ones I had. He means more than parents do and now he’s gone. 😞

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Jack was with me every day from the time I was 18 until I turned 30. He was more than just a dog—he was stoic, fiercely intelligent, endlessly empathetic, and the most loyal friend I’ve ever known.

He saved my life when my former partner assaulted me five years ago. Jack put himself between us and protected me without hesitation. He knew I needed him long before I ever did.

I miss the smell of his Frito chip toes, the way he would sit on my lap like he was 5 lbs instead of 60, the quiet presence he brought to every room. He was my shadow, my warmth, my teacher. Jack taught me how to love without condition, how to be responsible for another soul, and how to respect life even in its quietest moments.

Grief is strange. Sometimes it sneaks in with a small whimper, and sometimes it knocks the wind out of me. But I’m so grateful I got to love him and be loved by him in return.

Rest easy, sweet boy. Thank you for everything.

RIP Jack, The Patron Saint of Treats (And Manipulation)

2025 for me was a very hard year already, everything went down this year and I unfortunately ended up quite depressed/suicidal. The only reason why I didn't want to end my life was because of my cats. I have 4. 1 one of them unfortunately passed and I can't cope with it. My body is in severe pain from crying and I can't do anything at this moment to help myself.

My pets are everything for me and I love them to end of my life so I feel like I wanna dissappear more than ever right now.

Yesterday was a really rough day. My coworker/best friend and I were at work last night (a doggy daycare) when by freak accident her own dog escaped and went missing during pickup time. I immediately dropped what I was doing, clocked out, and got in my car to go look for him. My friend ended up getting a call about 20 minutes later from animal control, saying that they had him so she told me it was okay and to stop looking. They were going to meet her at her house with him. Mind you, the animal control officer did not mention that the dog had passed or have any sense of urgency or upset in his voice.

We both ended up going back to the daycare to help finish the close down procedures while her boyfriend met animal control to get him. When the boyfriend arrived to meet the animal control officer, it wasn’t even the first thing he said. The bf asked where he was and the animal control officer responded “In the back of the truck”. I am not sure if he was even informed of his passing before the animal control officer opened the doors of the truck, with the dog laying in the back. Animal control then helped move him onto the uncovered porch when it was as about to start pouring.

It was an all around awful situation. Animal control made it SO much worse by giving her a sense of relief. We had originally called multiple people to come help, so we had called off those reinforcements and told them that he was fine. After finding out he was gone, we then had to call them all back tell them that we were wrong. Also apparently animal control has their own space where they can take deceased dogs and properly store them, a cremation service could come pick them up or they will cremate them themselves and place the ashes in their garden. This wasn’t offered to them. Instead her boyfriend had to lug their 50lb dead dog out to their shed in the pouring down rain before she got home.

On another note. I tried my best to be there for her. I turned around immediately to go to her house when I found out. I just needed to be there. I got her shift for the next day covered and tried to inform everyone that was asking so that she wouldn’t have to.

I went back over there today so that she wouldn’t be alone while her boyfriend went to work. We found out the cremation service doesn’t do pawprints etc. I knew she would want something but she didn’t need to see the shape that he was in. I went out there by myself, had to remove him from the bag he was in, and got her a nose and paw print. I also cut some of his hair for her to keep and made sure to get a piece that had all his colors.

It was HARD. I loved this dog too but I did not want her to be the one to do it. I don’t handle death well but I have had to experience a lot of it in my life. I truly was happy to do it and be there for her it was just rough. I did also manage to cover him in a way that she couldn’t see anything but could stroke his fur and tell him goodbye. I wanted her to have the option because I know that I would need it. I wanted to make sure she got the closure she needed. I’m sure it is hard for her to wrap her head around considering the last time she saw him he was alive and well.

Anything else I can or should do to help her through this?

I laid my daughter to rest a little more than two years ago. Her grave has finally settled, and it is time to build a tomb. (I'm sorry, I don't know if this is the right word. English is my third language.)

The people at the cemetery are lovely. They have asked for a message to be written on her headstone, and I was supposed to send them the details within 3 days. It's been 2 weeks and I am scrambling. They have been sending reminders and I am trying my best but everything I think of feels too less.

I know it's been years, but I still haven't accepted the fact she's gone. I like to pretend she's in a different room, just hiding better and I haven't been able to find her. She liked corners a lot and she's in one of the corners in my house. I'm going to find her one day. I don't even know why I'm writing this post. I started writing this post thinking about asking whoever reads to help me with the message, and that help is still needed, but I guess I just wanted to say I miss her. I want her to come out of the corner. Please.

I didn't really have him for as long as some of you guys but he was like my baby, he died of hypothermia because my dad turned the AC up and that's literally blowing air vs a still lamp so.. yea. My baby is gone. I don't really know how to get over it because taking care of him was like a coping mechanism to me, like I'm doing something good for a cute little guy and he's just gone

Today marks exactly one year since the day my soul cat Anya died in my arms. I still find myself looking for her when I wake up, when I get home, when I wake up in the middle of the night. Sometimes I hear her, feel her. But it will never be the same.

I feel like the day I lost her, she took half of my heart and soul from me. I don’t really know who I am anymore without her. I only had her for five years, I adopted her when she was 14 and I was 22, but in those five years she was my everything. She was with me as I started out as an adult after college, we survived a pandemic together, she kept me company through surgeries and injuries, comforted me when my boyfriend broke up with me two weeks after we moved to Florida to live with him, cuddled me as I cried when I was in so much pain I couldn’t move. I got sick and was in the hospital the year before she passed and all I could think of was “how is my baby? Did they check on her? Did they hold her? She can’t be alone, my baby can’t be alone.”

Now, a year later, I still make my bed with a pillow and her small bed on the corner next to my pillow. I can’t sleep unless I keep her urn on her bed with the stuffy she likes to sleep on, and I’ll hold her urn to my chest as I drift off on many nights. I don’t think I’ll ever move on from how this felt. I feel like a mother who lost her child, but I could never say that to my family to explain because we have lost children in our lives. But this feels like that. There’s a raw, ragged hole in my chest that will never heal, never stop bleeding. The wails that came out of me when she passed were unrecognizable to me, I had never made such a sound before. Unbridled pain. My boyfriend gets a faraway look in his eyes when it’s brought up, like he’s trying not to hear it again.

Despite all of this pain, this heartache, this rage that it’s just not fair, that she was too young to go even at 19 years old, I am considering taking in two kittens from my friends cat who had a litter. They need a home and someone to love them, just like my Anya did.

How do you process the feeling of grief mixed with betrayal? I know Anya would hate seeing me alone and ghostlike as I go through the motions, I know she wouldn’t be sad seeing me give love to these two kittens. But I still feel like I’m betraying her, and worry that I’ll never feel the same connection with them. How have you all managed to adopt again, love again, connect again? How do you stop mentally comparing every pet to the one you lost? I don’t function well without animals around, and I know that I want to adopt them so badly, but I’m also scared and worried.

TLDR: My soul cat Anya passed away a year ago today, and I still feel the pain of her loss daily, but think I am ready to adopt again. I’m concerned though; how have you all managed to love and connect with new animals after a loss like this without comparing them to the one you lost?

Daisy you were my whole world❤️my favorite little crazy girl. I’ve had my cockapoo Daisy since I was 9 years old and she was my best friend. I don’t know how I’m gonna move past this. I would give anything to hear her little feet tapping across the hardwood again. I would give anything to squeeze her again. I would give the world to even see her go through the trash to rip up the paper she always did again. I’ll see you someday soon my sweet Daisy ❤️. For the past two years she’s struggled with kidney disease and she had IV’s every week, prescription food, and pain shots once a month. They helped her a lot. I’ll always be grateful for the extra time me and my family had with her. Leaving that room at the vets was the hardest thing I’ve had to do :(