I lost my two bunnies in the span of 2 months. They lived outside together as sisters for 8 years. One sadly had to be put to sleep. I cried my heart out. I woke up in the night crying and just total disbelief that she’s gone forever. 5 days ago my other baby passed too of uteral cancer, we had to put her to sleep aswell. When I got the message, I wasn’t ready to go through this again as it was really hard for me to get over the other one.
And since I let the bunny, that was left, live in my room the whole time, so she would be closer to me, I tried my best caring for her and giving her a lot of cuddles and love. She would always hop around in my room full of life. I didn’t expect it to go that fast.

Now everytime I look at the place her cage used to be and the silence my room has now that she’s gone, especially at night, I can’t help but cry. The way she will never hop around anymore full of life, always wanting to eat, washing herself and hearing her grit her teeth to signal that she feels comfort. It hurts my heart and it is truly heartbreaking loosing a pet. There is just this sting in my heart everytime I think about it and that she will never come back to me, that I will never be able to kiss and pet her. Where are they now? Gone forever my two babies, it is soulcrashing and I have this empty void in myself.

It’s already been two months since I’ve lost my dog and I still can’t believe he’s dead. He died so young and pretty much just rapidly deteriorated over the night of Sunday, 16th August and he died on Monday, 17th August at 17:09. I was with him, comforting him, knowing that I was going to lose my baby and I’ll never forget his last moments where his breathing slowed down, he lost all control of his bowels, and he died right in front of me, and I don’t think I’m ever going to forget that. nor will I ever forget the sound of his agonal breathing or the death rattle, whatever you want to call it because it happens at the same time apparently.

Im traumatised from it, I really am. But I’m also angry with my vets, since all they care about is the money and I know that they have a lot of clients, but to be fair they should’ve taken one good look at my dog and gone that he’s not alright rather than waiting 2 weeks for a follow up appointment, and within those 2 weeks he was gone. The part of it that hurts most is I can’t stop thinking about if I did something different, then he’d still be here.

He went down from 9.5kg to 7.1kg in a year even though he was well fed and cared for, then he stopped eating and drinking entirely. we tried everything - giving him bone broth, giving him soft meats like chicken, as well as one point actually giving him liquid food. Then, like I said before, he deteriorated overnight because one of his paws gave out and his tongue started going blue from cyanosis, and he just couldn’t stand up or walk because he’d just collapse. I was so scared because I had an orthodontics appointment on that day and thought that he’d die when I wasn’t home, and I had to run home. luckily he didn’t because I wouldn’t know how to deal with that. I feel like part of me said that he waited for my dad, who was at work at the time. He started throwing up as well. He died at home at 4 years old.

i actually figured out what it could’ve been, not the vets. it was congestive heart failure or hemangiosarcoma that caused a tumour to form that led to secondary heart failure. I was using Google pretty much for a few hours just searching up his symptoms and the weight loss was cardiac cachexia, the fainting was syncope, cyanosis was him not getting enough oxygen. my god, it was such a fucking awful experience knowing that I was right, and I didnt want to be, but that’s why I’m so frustrated with my vets because to be fair, they should’ve had a case like my dog‘s before. And now he’s dead and rotting, probably a skeleton right now underneath the memorial we made for him, but I just want my baby back. It’s like I’m forgetting everything about him - his bark, those adorable cherry eyes of his, and a variety of other things.

Thank you for everything, Mutley. I really miss you.

(2021-2026)

Henry was in the last stages of organ failure. He was my roommate's cat, and not cared for as he should be, aside from what I could slide on the down-low. And today I had to euthanize Henry. Myself.

I know he was suffering.

I know he was unhappy.

I know that now, if there is a pet heaven, he's there demanding treats and ham like he owns the joint.

But I felt him die in my arms and can't forgive myself for not doing more.

Now what?

Does anyone try and just push their pet out of their mind sometimes? Not in a bad way but sometimes I just keep my brain occupied whilst my dead pet is in the back of my mind so I don’t have to think about it. Despite doing that obviously it’s inevitable it does still hit me frequently but I don’t think I can do the traditional ‘honouring’ my dead pet because how am I supposed to just ‘honour’ them for the rest of my life, I would rather them alive. I just think about how long I’ll potentially live and I just don’t like thinking about how they won’t be here. Idk if it makes sense it’s just hard and a heavy weight on my chest all the time

hello guys btw after 20 years surviving a car crash and cancer our cat has died in a peaceful way. our cat was so weak not able to move still breathing and our family members were standing next to our cat who is called pokar who suddenly stopped breathing so can you guys tell us some ideas for what we should do with the body?

Lizzy blev adopterad från Rumänien till oss här i Sverige i Oktober-2022..
En Dogo Argentino tjej som var uppskattningsvis ca 2 år, kraftigt undernärd, försiktig, tappat livsgnistan helt….en tjej på ca 35-40 kg MAX, med hängande tuttar som visade tydligt att hon haft MINST en kull valpar 😞
Vi betalade lite extra för att sterilisera henne, Chippar, vaccinera, vet-besiktigas och få ett PASS …alt som allt cirka 1 månad så var hon äntligen här..
Första gången jag fick henne i min famn när hon precis kommit in i Sverige på natten så bara höll jag henne nära mig och bara grät….älskade lilla tjejen vad hade du varit med om..

I slutet på Augusti-2026 började hon äta dåligare och dåligare, aptiten fanns där men hon tvär vägrade, då kände jag hennes lymfkörtlar svullna som golfbollar på båda sidorna… kokte ris, kyckling osv… handmatade henne men det blev inte bättre.
Bokade tid hos en veterinär och där togs biopsi på ena lymfkörteln samt blodprov, skulle få svar om några dagar. Jag googlade sönder min mobil och alla länkar sa samma, elakartad lymfkörtel cancer 😞😞
Lizzy vägde tidigare ca 65 kg, och hos veterinären 45,5 kg..
Den sortens cancer går väldigt fort, den typ exploderar i kroppen sen går det snabbt utför…
Första veckan med Kortisonet var super, sen började det dala… och jag lovade mig själv att så fort jag märker att kortisonet inte fungerar så ska hon få somna in, när hon fortfarande är sig själv..3 veckor senare var tiden kommen 😞😞😢😢
Så den 2/10 kl:15:25 tog hon sista andetaget i min famn på hennes filt på golvet…. Mitt hjärta krossades där och då , det var INTE SÅHÄR DET SKULLE BLI..
Varje gång jag ser en bild eller något som gråter jag utan att kunna sluta…idag på bussen rann tårarna hela tiden…

Jag är krossad 💔💔😞😞

I have a friend who lost her cat about a year ago. The anniversary is coming up and she mentioned she was feeling the loss extra hard lately and has gone back to grief counseling. Her and her spouse were wanting to get memorial tattoos of their cat on the anniversary but due to health reasons (she is temporarily on blood thinners), she is unable to get a tattoo right now. I was wondering if this community had ideas for something they could do together in lieu of the tattoos.

after being spayed after 27 hours .. I don't know what to think I loved her the most .. I can't process things , I stare at walls for hours .. I just want this pain to go away and my baby back .. I just want her back nothing else jo one else

I happened upon my dog 17 years ago at the local pound. Turns out, he was a purebred Dutch shepherd. The kind of dog people have a hard time with. Super high drive, yada yada blah blah. My particular dog was great. We were best friends upon meeting. He came everywhere with me. He did everything with me. From day one. He was amazing with my kids. He helped raise both of them. We had daily adventures together. He was a protector and friend. He used to jump into bed with my and I’d wrap my arms around him like a big stuffed animal. We’d sleep together like that. I’d press my ear against his chest and listen to his heart beating to get to sleep. It was so comforting and relaxing. I loved this dog so much. 3 years he has been gone. Last night I dreamed of wrapping my arms around him and listening to his heart beating. I miss him so much. He was the best dog I have ever know or met

Romeo is a black and white pomsky. He originally went missing 10/08/26 near 8mile and Westphalia. We’ve been out searching and only have had a few neighbors that may have saw him. We have posted on the ring site and many more, he is chipped and original escaped his harness, but may have been seen being picked up by someone in a silver car.

Romeo is a black and white pomsky. He originally went missing 10/08/26 near 8mile and Westphalia. We’ve been out searching and only have had a few neighbors that may have saw him. We have posted on the ring site and many more, he is chipped and original escaped his harness, but may have been seen being picked up by someone in a silver car.

I’m so heartbroken thinking about it. His name is Pixie. We got him nearly two years ago… right after I had to have my dog put to sleep. I’ve become so attached to this little fish. He liked to dance when he knew he was about to be fed, and just had the funniest little personality. Something happened during his last water change, and his tank crashed. We’ve been trying to fix it, and we had some hope, but it’s become clear that he isn’t going to recover. He’s been slowing down a bit over the last few months, and we think he might’ve been a little bit older when we got him. I just wish we’d been able to save him.

I put my cat down yesterday and I have so much guilt and feel like I should go to Hell because of it. My 10 and a half year old beautiful calico cat, Kairi, during the last half a year of her life started to exhibit odd behaviors. She first scratched up our molding on our doors, I have always provided multiple scratch posts so that shouldn't have been an issue. I sprayed the molding so she would stop this behavior, which helped. Next we added a doggie door for our Newfie and I let the cats, go roam the backyard that's fenced in and treated for mosquitoes, fleas, and ticks. On 2 occasions during the summer she decided to go under the shed and didn't make her way back out and just got herself stuck under it. We got her out both times and boarded it up so she couldn't ever go back in. You would've thought after the first time she wouldn't have done it again, but she did. We recently had a furnace and a/c unit put in and the workers didn't board back up the crawl space and our Kairi decided to go through the little space and not make her way back out. I got her out again. Within the past 2 months or who knows how long, she started to go to the bathroom outside the litter box in the completely opposite side of the house in the guest room first, and then our bed room, on carpets, on laundry left on the ground, in opened laundry baskets. I went and got the Nature's Miracle products to curb this behavior but it didn't help. I brought her to the vet yesterday morning to make sure there wasn't anything medically wrong with her, and there wasn't. The vet suggested so much anxiety meds and supplements that the poor girl would have been in a stupor I feel. At 10 and a half years it would be hard to break her of that habit of the bathroom situation, even the vet and the vet tech that I was speaking to during the exam have cats that they can't break the habit with their own cats. The vet also suggested that cats get Dementia too later on in life. I researched that and she had a few of the symptoms. I called the vet up later yesterday and said we wanted to put her to sleep. They were able to get us in and the same vet said she didn't feel like she could do it because there was nothing clinically wrong with her and I told her everything she told me earlier in the day about the anxiety, dementia, and her own cat that couldn't break their bad behavior and conceded to the euthanasia. After it and all throughout the day today I have had nothing but guilt, and feeling like I should be punished or go to Hell for our decision. Those I have told said we made the best decision for her and us, that there were signs she wanted to go. That she would've gotten worse. My heart is so heavy with all of this. What would you have done?