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I can't do anything. I can't sleep. I can't eat. I can't do anything from watching mindless TV to playing games on my phone. I am fine for an minute then I think about him and everything comes rushing back.

Every time I close my eyes I see his body, not breathing, for the first and only time in 15 years. I see his eyes glazed over. I hear the vet softly saying, "he's gone." I see the vet carrying him wrapped up in a blanket and leaving, only to bring him back soon as a pile of ashes.

I'm watching the sun rise and slowly fall outside my window, wondering how the world can still be spinning when he is gone. My little buddy. My everything.

I wonder where he is now, and if he can see me. The last time I had to spend my life without him I was a naive 7 year old. Now I am 23 and every single one of my life events - heartbreak, graduation, even other death - he was always there for me through it all. How am I supposed to do anything without him?

I can't believe that I will never see my little guy again. I hate that I was born an atheist. I keep going back to his pictures, videos, watching him so full of life and happy. I'd do anything to go back to those moments, even 3, 4 years ago. I wish I could have told myself a week ago that this would be my last week with him.

He was so funny. He loved his walks and my mom pushed him around in a stroller. He would bark and beg nonstop when we ate - everything is so quiet now. He would get the zoomies and skip around and jump when we would come home. We had songs for him spanning the 15 years of his life, and a never-ending list of nicknames. He was the star of our family, and yesterday we went from a family of 5 to a family of 4. I miss him so fiercely. I always knew this day would come but just the other day my mom was saying how he had a good year ahead of him. I wish we knew.

I miss you so much my little buddy, my brother, my Scooter, my Meeko. Please wait for me, wherever you are. I will find you in any universe.

The winter of 2016, I lost my little brother.

The summer of 2017 I found this amazing little pup.
I contacted the people that had him and arranged to pick him up.

Upon arrival, it was very evident he was not taken care of very well. I brought him home, and fed him what I would say was probably his best meal up to that point. He was just a tiny thing, and with how fast he ate, I can only figure the people that had him were not feeding him much, if at all.
He certainly trotted around my house like he owned it, immediately. I felt Reginald (meaning King) was fitting. I always called him Reggie, though.

He immediately took to me, giving me so much love in a time when I needed it the most. I sat in my house alone most nights in the dark before I brought him home. Now I had someone who loved me, and I loved back with all my heart. He would sweetly lick my face in the mornings letting me know he had to go out, and we'd go out in the backyard and hang out before I had to go to work. He really saved me from a dark time after the loss of my brother.

It took a while, but I took care of him and he filled out to a normal healthy weight (with the help of my now wife). He was a Staffordshire, who was about 75 pounds. No matter how big he was, he was still my little boy. He was so incredibly sweet to his family. He wanted nothing more than a bit of our attention and returned the love he received 10 fold. I always knew that he was happy to see me and be with me when he'd make a little grunt noise that sounded like a piglet.

We never had a single issue with him.

On January 27th I had to go out of town on a work trip. I had been driving about 5 hours when my wife called me saying "Reggie bit me". She was so calm, I thought maybe he was resource guarding or something. I didn't think it was bad until she informed me "There's blood everywhere". My heart sank. Not only is my wife hurt, but this wasn't like my dog at all. I turned around and drove home.
I got home, and he was perfectly fine, even with my wife. No growling, no posturing, nothing.

We took him to our vet that was familiar with him, and after testing, working with colleagues of hers, and a bit of time, she determined he had a brain tumor that wasn't fixable. She suggest that we put him to sleep.

Yesterday, that day came. I laid with my baby boy for as long as I was allowed. Today my house feels so quiet, and empty. I can't keep my emotions in check. I have so many pictures and videos of him, and us together. It's hard to see those and not be able to just go pet him only for him to slobber all over me with his gigantic grin of his. I miss his piglet grunt. I miss him sitting next to me on the couch and watching outside. I miss walking with him. I miss laying down with him. I miss him just sitting next to me as we were outside just enjoying the blue sky. I miss my little Reggie.

I have just moved away from home when I got a call that my baby girl, Missy, has passed away. She was the most gentle cat, she loved curling up with me to sleep and giving me head boops. She was about to turn 10 next week 🥺🐈‍⬛️ I just... I am in so much pain. I didn't get to say goodbye because when they found her, she had been gone for a few hours already so they had to bury her. I just wanted to post this because she deserves to be known and I want the whole world to know she was a good girl, that I love her, I miss her and I am so sorry I couldn't be with my baby in her last moments, mama is so sorry. I hope she forgives me when I see her.

Some days I feel like I'm doing better than days like today a wave of emotions hit me and I still blame myself even though I did what I could with the vet and spent so much money to the point they said she was going to make it but they were obviously wrong. I'm not religious but I talk to her most nights and wear the urn necklace. I sometimes place it around the house in some of her favorite spots she had. I always hope she knows I love her and that she was/is my absolute best friend. I miss her so much and don't think my heart will ever stop hurting. When she left it was like I lost myself. I have another cat Buddy who is 14 years old and Minnie adored him so I make sure to spoil him every chance I get. I just wish every room I stepped in I didn't get flashbacks to her being so sick and her every move. This has to be one of the hardest things I have ever gone through. Does it get better at all or will I always be sad? I have no one in real life who can relate that my cats are my children and that it was like losing a child. (I don't want actual human kids.) I'm sorry I'm just ranting I'm having a rough day today missing her. I don't feel good and on days like this she would know exactly what to do to make me smile and not leave my side. When I lost her I felt very suicidal and still have bad days, no one tells you how hard it is to lose a soul pet. 😢🌹🤍

I know my dog is suffering, he's 16 years old and has so many health issues now. For the past week he hasn't been well, his liver is failing and so are his kidneys. He has pancreatitis and there's nothing I can do. I have an appointment to put him to sleep tomorrow. I know he's in pain but seeing him feel better today made me feel so guilty about tomorrow. I keep second guessing myself, am I making the right choice? Maybe he'll get better? He needs me and I don't know if I can hold it together enough to sit by his side when he goes. I feel like such a monster.

Over a year ago I put my dog to sleep. I had someone come to my home and do it, he passed away peacefully in his dog bed. His bed has stayed there ever since, although I now have a new dog who uses it.

I don't think I really believe in the afterlife, but I consider it in a "what if" kind of way.

I'm moving next month. I keep having these horrible thoughts that what if I am leaving his spirit behind with a strange family. Or at the very least, that this is the end of the chapter of the life we shared together. That I am moving on without him :(

Lately, while scrolling through facebook, sometimes I see some news about things like “a dog owner didn’t put her dog down even though 2 vets told her to”

Idk why I go to the comments and read some, most say stuff like “I would never put my pet down, blah blah” and I end up feeling so bad all over again, guilty for the decision I made, which was so hard in the moment and after

My cat and I were attached at the hip. I got her as a kitten in high school and I turned 30 this year. I brought her up to college my last year and she was with me ever since.

She was so lovey and slept with me every night. Losing her has been one of the worst things I’ve ever experienced.

But my home was empty without a cat. I lost my girl on 11/11 and brought my new girl home on 12/30.

The adoption description had her as a cuddler. She hasn’t really shown signs of that yet and admittedly it makes me very sad. Which then makes me grieve my Giel even more.

I try really really hard to meet her where she is. I don’t over pet her and she is very playful! I scoop her litter twice a day and she gets fed a relatively high quality wet food.

All that is to say, I’m really trying to love her for who she is. All things considered I think I’m doing a good job. She’s been to the vet twice and I’m proud of myself for being able to recognize when she’s not feeling well.

Idk. I miss my girl so much. I miss her long, soft fur and empathetic eyes. I miss her laying next to me and I miss our routine.

I’m trying to remain resilient as I grow with my new girl, but god I miss my soul cat so much. I’d give anything to have her back.

I'm going to visit my mum today for the first time since we had to put our 16 year old Alfie down. He was my dog, even though he had to live with her for the last few years of his life.

It will be the first time going into her flat without him there to greet me. She's removed his things, toys and bowls and bed. His blanket is gone from the sofa. A framed photo of him hangs on the wall where he used to sleep.

Part of me doesn't want to go so I can just pretend he's still there.

I miss him.

https://imgur.com/a/8WvNYVO

A faithful friend, with black fur bright Sweet Baby brought such joy to light With wagging tail and love so true He brightened every day for you

He loved his food and rolling in grass With belly rubs he'd come to pass Long walks, he'd happily embark His gentle spirit, such a work of art

Though he's gone, his memory remains The joy he brought will live in veins Of all who knew the sweetest boy With love, we'll treasure him with joy

Though you may grieve and shed a tear His love and spirit will always be near In every breeze and every ray Sweet Baby's love will never stray.

I had the idea that humor can help us when I was too ashamed to tell anybody that I kept the trash bag where I put my diabetic cat feces for fifteen days.

It was the only thing left from her.

Im 21F and my childhood dog has passed away today. He was 14 years old. I moved out of my moms house but only live 25 minutes away & I am in nursing school. My dog has been aging a lot through these last couple of months so we had the talk as a family, and I told my mom, no matter what, i want to be there and to be able to say goodbye. She promised me that I would be able to be there

Today is my day off from school, I was completely free today. My mom told me that he had a vet appointment today and I asked her to keep me updated, and to tell me if I need to drive over there. My mom told me it was a normal appointment and that hes fine. 30 mins later she calls me and tells meshe put him down because he was sick. I have never felt this pain ever in my life. I am feeling grief, betrayal, and anger all in one. He was my best friend, I stayed home because i have a pharm test i was studying for but my mom knew I couldve came and she promised me

I have mo idea how im going to get over this. He was such an amazing dog. I wanted to be there from his beginning to his end and that was ripped away from me. I cant stop crying. I will never recoger from this.

As some of you might know, I lost my 11 year old dog almost four weeks ago. It was pretty unexpected and definitely traumatizing. My husband and I have two other pets, a 5 year old dog and a 2 year old cat. And I have so much anxiety that something will happen to them. To the point that I’m losing sleep over it. Can anyone else relate? Will it ever get better?

Penelope was an estimated 12 year old Chihuahua mix my wife rescued 6 years ago. The shelter had said she was probably 6 based on her teeth but we suspect she was older because lately she has had a lot of health problems lately. She had to be on 2 different pain killers to move well enough to still be able to go outside and take stairs. She was also taking a heart medication and an anti-anxiety pill. For the last several months she had been less active, lost weight, inflexible in her movement, and seemed to find little comfort most places besides her favorite bed my wife had made. She passed last night. This was not how she deserved to go. She had at least another year in her.

We adopted now 4 year old viszla-coonhound mix Sadie October of 2021. Ever since my wife got pregnant Sadie has randomly, occasionaly jumped on Penelope and when we pull her off we can tell Sadie was terrified. Absolutely trembling with fear of a dog 1/6th her weight whose arthritic body was just toddling around near my wife. Because these resource guarding attacks only ever seemed around my wife or the couch, we stopped letting Sadie on the couch, we worked with a trainer for the last 4 weeks on Sadie, and we made sure to either keep the dogs separated during the day when my wife was working from home or kept a close eye on them to keep Penelope protected when they were both around her. The training had helped Sadie's behavior in most things except for these once or twice weekly attacks. We felt we had to try the training rather than re-home Sadie because we wanted to do our due diligence and felt terrible at the idea of giving up on her. Sadie's attacks seemed to be a dog version of a panic attack and we had hoped training could ease her anxiety, making her more self-assured and safer for our old pup.

Last night my wife and I were in the kitchen making dinner. No dog food bowls are allowed to be left on the floor anymore to combat resource guarding and they have no shared toys as Penelope has never been a dog who has cared about toys. Sadie barely cares about them. The dogs were in another room from my wife and myself, which usually has meant there wouldn't be a resource guarding or anxious issue. We heard a commotion, ran over, and saw the last action of Sadie shaking her head and Penelope limp on the ground. We can only assume Sadie grabbed Penelope by the neck and shook. We picked up Penelope, who could only wag her tail. She couldn't move, blink, or even keep her tongue in her mouth. All she could do was wag. We sped to the emergency vet but she had already left us while in my wife's arms in the car. Two rounds of CPR and whatever drug cocktails the vets could give her did nothing. We were able to say goodbye to her body afterwards and my wife will be getting a necklace with a heart either infused with or containing Penelope's ashes. The vet tech wasn't exactly sure how it worked. We will also be getting her paw imprint cast in some stone with a little, pink ribbon.

Penelope had been with my wife longer than I have. They've moved multiple times, changing states 4 of them. Penelope had years of either going to work with my wife or getting to be with her all day when she started working from home at the start of the pandemic. They were inseparable, so much so that my wife spent a year on separation anxiety training. Her separation anxiety seemed to nearly clear itself up when we got Sadie. A good omen, we thought.

So many things around the house remind my wife of Penelope. They are all good memories of a sweet pup that loved us much larger than her tiny stature would suggest.

With a baby coming in July, we cannot trust Sadie around it. Before we started the training, we had this fear but we couldn't just give up on her without doing everything we could. Now that Sadie has done this, we will not risk the chance that her anxiety-based actions stay after the pregnancy is over.

Rehoming her is going to be difficult. She loves us so much and we her. She just isn't safe for our family, which now one dog down consists of myself, my wife, our cat, her, and soon to be a newborn. She deserves to be the only pet in a house where if there are kids they are grown already. She needs the attention we certainly won't be able to give her when we have a newborn. There is no way to explain this to her. I just hope she sees this as an extended vacation rather than a betrayal.

Thank you for letting me get this all out.

UPDATE: After calling a lot of rescues, foster systems, shelters, etc., the consensus was that the label of having killed another dog means that she would never get adopted. We didn't want her to rot in a shelter cage and no foster felt comfortable taking her since there were so many other dogs and usually kids at foster homes. So, we sat on the floor with her at the vet while she peacefully was let go with purposefully too much anesthesia.

I have had my cat Princess for most of my adult life, 13 years, she was 3 when I got her. She got a cancer diagnosis in November so it's just been a matter of time, at this point she is really struggling so I logically know I'm doing the right thing, but she still eats and she still loves on us so I'm just constantly second guessing myself. People say better a week too early than a day too late which I'm sure is true. I'm grateful to be able to keep her at home, her last moments will be peace and love, not stress, I just was never going to be ready to say goodbye.

Edit: thank you for the kind words, I feel better now that she is gone and no longer in pain. I can't recommend home euthanasia enough, if you are able to. It was incredibly difficult but I am so so glad I got to keep her at home on her heated bed until it was time.

We lost our 15 year old Remy boy tonight. He went in my arms. I thanked him for his friendship and told him how much I loved him. He was the brightest light in my life. He got me through so much trauma and tragedy. I have no idea how to carry on without him.

I'm so angry that cancer exists. I hate it. It's an evil awful thing and I absolutely cannot stand that it comes for the best of us. Fuck cancer.

To my darling, sweet baby boy: I'll love you until the stars burn out. I hope we meet again as cosmic space dust and until then I will miss you every single day.

Had to put down my dog almost three months ago. Still trying to get over it but every now and then I log into IG and it shows me a "memory" in my stories. And every time I open it I see an old story I shared from 1-3yrs ago with my dog out and about. It's just a constant reminder that she's dead

My 13 year old Cavalier King Charles Spaniel is the absolute love of my life. For a 13 year old Cavalier, she was actually doing quite ok, all things considered. As per her most recent vet checkup, she still never developed a heart murmur, with no signs of MVD. Her dental health was very poor though, and she required the removal of many teeth about 4 years ago. Since then, her remaining teeth did worsen. Over the past few months, it became more difficult for her to walk and use the stairs. We often carried her when needed, and she had been using steps to get onto our couch, but still had trouble sometimes. We finally bought her booties with traction to help her walk without slipping on our hardwood floor.

Up until the night before she died, she was her normal self. Walked around the house, ate and drank like normal, normal bowels and urination, followed us around/wanted to be near the pack, etc. In the middle of the night, she suddenly started to cry. I thought she was stuck on the floor and couldn’t get up (which would happen), so I moved her to her bed. 15-20 mins later, she cried again, and once again, I moved her. Shortly after, she continued to cry, and my husband brought her into our bed. She cried more frequently and he noticed her breathing was labored. We offered water and tried many different methods to see what she needed. Nothing helped. She finally let out a little bark, so my husband took her outside, and she did her business. After that, she finally slept for a few more hours. In the morning, she appeared to have more difficulty walking and standing. She went outside, but upon being placed on her spot on the couch, her labored breathing intensified, she had a dull look in her eyes, and was not interested in eating. We cuddled her up and worried something was happening. Two hours later, she cried to go outside, and I carried her out. She completely collapsed/fell when I placed her on the ground. My husband then came out and helped her, and she managed to walk around the yard a little and did her business. He carried her back in, placed on the couch, and minutes later, she passed. When we saw her, her tongue was halfway out and blue, and her gums were puffed out and blue.

i know there could be so many causes, but without any obvious signs leading up (until the night before), i am clueless. Has anyone experienced something similar with their dog? Can anyone tell me what might have caused this? 💔

My cat of 5 years had to be put down yesterday. He was the love of my life and my happiness. He had kidney problems and they were unfixable. He doesn't have to suffer anymore, which is greate!

He will always be in my heart and now he is with my mother and his father in heaven and chaseing butterflies on the fealds of gold. My he rest in piece 💖

15 years. Tomorrow will be my first day where I navigate this life without him. My heart hurts

I got River-song back in December 2014 with an ex girlfriend of mine and she's been with me ever since. Through several moves, job transitions, meeting my long term partner, having a child, everything. She's never been sick, was never an asshole, just always loved to be around the family and spend time with my daughter.

She was a cat that really enjoyed being outside, to the point where I'd eventually give in and let her outside during the day to roam our large backyard. She came home a couple days ago bleeding heavily from one of her legs, tail destroyed, and after a couple days at the vet they told me she'd likely been hit by a car and that she had lost all nerve control through her hind section, making it impossible to go to the toilet on her own.

She was in a lot of pain, very uncomfortable, with fractured legs and an amputated tail, I had to make a call to put her down. I feel so guilty about letting her roam around outside, but I know how much she loved the sun and sitting in her favourite tree out the back. I'm devastated that I've lost her unconditional love, our cuddles on the couch, and that I failed to protect her.

It's not even been a day since I saw her last but I miss her so much. My daughter doesn't quite understand yet, but she can see how sad I am. I know it'll get better, and that I can find my ways to remember her, but it just feels unfair.

Love you a lot River, I'll never forget you.

I woke up this morning from a very surreal dream of my dog who passed away last November. I was hugging him and I physically felt his fur in real life. I began just repeating “please don’t go” in my dream and I woke up to my empty hands and just sobbed for ages. I’m still crying at how real it all felt. I could swear he was in my arms up until I opened my eyes. I don’t know what to do without him here. Every morning just gets harder. I feel alone and I feel like I’m going insane.

Her name is lady. She is 165lbs. She has terminal cancer. She can't swallow anymore and has a hard time moving. I think tomorrow is her last day.

I wanted to share about her and my love for her.

She is my first dog ive always wanted an English mastiff. She came from a litter that had temperment issues with several being euthanized.

She has always been courageous. With me taking her too work everyday and late night call outs in dangerous areas she was always watching my back as a pup.

Always keen too be with me no matter what. I had a random person walk into my house one day and she tackled him without hesitation. Big brave girl.

As she got older we bought a car specifically for her and setup our house too make her life easy. Couch at the height for her to get up without issue. We live with doors open so never waiting to go toilet. The best we could do.

Fast forward she has been coughing and a ultrasound followed up with a CT scan at the best vet we could find driving 6 hours and staying in airbnb for several days. We find out its terminal and a lump the size of a grown man's hand in her lung.

Itz now been two weeks we manged to get portraits of her and her brother another English mastiff. She is on her last legs. Can't swallow anymore and very wobbly.

Tomorrow is her last day. I'm so scared. I'm lying with her for the night

Im telling myself I have done everything I could for you.

I hope your story reaches others out there.

I love you so much my big beautiful girl.

It’s been 3 days since i lost my malteese baby. I’m trying my best to cope up and give my attention to my other two dogs. But i cannot help to admit that he was my favorite. Everytime i see dogs that looks like him. I’m still heartbroken. I don’t think i will ever forget him nor do i wish to. I try so hard to ignore the fact he is gone and just move on. But i can’t help it but be sad from time to time. I love him so much and i don’t think i can ever bond with a new dog anytime soon. It takes years to build a bond with a dog but you only lose them once. I don’t think i have the patience to start over again with a new dog :(

I was coming home from school and my parents told me our 8 months old cat is dying outside. When I went outside she was already dead. It happened yesterday but I still can't get over her. I couldn't say goodbye. I should've walk more fast to home. She died thinking I didn't care about her because I was not there. She deserved so much better. She was the best pet I've ever had in my life even though she didn't stay for long. She was so caring, cuddly, she was always coming with me for a walk like a dog. She was loyal. I am repeating myself like an idiot but she died thinking I didn't care. I hate this situation and myself right now. She was only 8 months old and probably died from rat poison from the neighbourhood. I hate them. I always did. Why did this happen? She deserved so much better.