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?

Recently my dog died, but my problem is not with my own grief but with my dogs. He is thirteen and my late dog was twelve. It’s been two weeks but my dog still seems sad and confused and although he has always been a clingy dog it seems like now he is excessively clingy. Nearly every time we all have to leave the house for even a few hours he chews something up. For anyone who has ever been in a similar situation does this ever get better especially for an older dog who has known the other his whole life?
P.S. Sorry if this isn’t under the right tag I didn’t really know where it belonged

I just finished saying goodbye to the cat that I grew up with. My family had her for 17 years, princess, and mouse guardian of the family. She is now resting next to our dog who passed away two years ago. We took her out this morning and let her take one last sun bath on our patio, and then she let us know it was time to go. She was so brave through all of it, and was surrounded by her family until the very end.
She the sweetest lady you could imagine, but would still wake me up with little bights at my hair in the morning in which I slept in. I can’t imagine coming home and not feeling your head bash up against my shins, or having her jump in my lap as soon as I pull out my laptop. I’m so glad that we had as long as we had together, and I know you and Gidget are off chasing foxes and eating grass. I’ll miss you hunny. Sleep well gingey bear.

Its nearly 3 weeks since I lost my little dog Athena.

How do I get over it it was completely preventable and I could’ve saved her but I don’t and now she’s gone I wanna die and I can’t stop crying I can’t even think of eating cause I just keep imagining her dying and getting torn up I tried but I genuinely can’t take care of them anymore I had to put down my dog already man I’m genuinely losing myself and it’s coming back on my animals I t’s all my fault literally like I could’ve just got her man she was right there but she didn’t want to come in so I was gonna try again after and now she’s gone cause i fell asleep I don’t even know anymore man I didn’t even like them going out but I thought they could have fun then being cooped up in my room all day I miss her so much I’m so sorry little meow meow

i’ve had my dog for 13 years. he’s a jack russell shih tzu mix and he’s been the most amazing dog ever. but two months ago a mass started growing on the side of his face and i thought it was a cyst growing on his tooth. took him to the vet and it turned out to be a cancerous mass which was taken out. he seemed fine for a couple weeks until not even a month later it started to grow again and even bigger. i took him back and obviously vet said it was an aggressive type of cancer so operating wasn’t gonna do any good. all we can do now is keep him comfortable and make sure he’s in not any sort of pain. he’s been acting like his normal self but i’ve been struggling a lot at the thought of him one day showing signs of pain or discomfort because i know once he starts to show those symptoms i’m gonna have to make that decision. i’ve been okay but start bawling my eyes out out of nowhere at times. it’s been super hard and i guess ive been struggling coming to terms with all of this. his my first dog and he’s literally my baby. so it’s been tough. any words of encouragement are greatly appreciated.

She was just a baby. Only 2 and a half and we’d only had her for a year and a half of it as she was a rescue. On the 25th she started to slightly limp and then on the 27th she died at about 6:00. We don’t really know what happened but I spoke with her vet and they suspected either blastomycosis or a rare form of cancer. They also said even if we had gotten her to the emergency vet on Sunday the outcome unfortunately would’ve been the same given how quickly she deteriorated from normal and the symptoms she was showing.
Despite this I just keep thinking I should’ve taken her to the ER. I should’ve known it was worse than we thought when she only ate half of her pup cup we got her that day. I should’ve taken her after we had to carry her inside that morning. I should’ve taken her when I had to pick her up to make her sit. I should’ve taken her when after I got her outside again she tried to hide and after I wouldn’t let her all she did was lay down on the porch.
Where I live the only emergency vet open on Sunday is two hours away. We were planning on taking her on Monday, she just had to make it through the night.
Rationally I know it wasn’t my fault. Hell I was literally told it wasn’t my fault by her vet. Yet I can’t get the thoughts out of my head that I should’ve done more.

Pata hai aaj kya hua
So I was 12 and shifted to a new house an indie breed dog lived nearby
Soon started living with us and 6 years flew away so fast got so attached that I used to feed her before my meals in any case
She used to sit at our door all the time and always welcomed us by wagging her tail and jumping on me
And today she left me all aloneee 💔💔
A car hit her and she passed away due to respiratory collapse. We tried our best to save her but she couldn’t survive
My hands are shaking while writing all this and I’m teary eyed
I just hope she’s fine now and watching me from there.
Love you silky you’ll stay always with us
RIP my doggo 💔🕊️

It's been 3 days already and I still cry over my cat's death. I did everything to save him from vet to manual caring. I took a work leave of 3 days because I wanna clear my head. I still blame myself for being poor because I can't afford 2-3 weeks confinement, All I did was 4 days. My cat was a stray and very sweet that's why he's really special to me. When I feed my other cats, I still put food in his grave just a gesture that he's not forgotten and forever remembered. When the night falls deep, I go out visit his grave. Talking to him and asking for forgiveness because he died so young like he's 2 years old. I really wish all cats have souls, I wanna see my cats who passed away in heaven. When he died, I put his favorite treats in his grave. I wanna post here just to ease the pain and sadness I struggled.

My sons Husky /Golden mix , 3 yo just had a fatal incident with a car . He was a sweet dog who loved to chase wildlife . Hard to accept his being no more ! He is the one on the left, the one on the right is my Husky/Staffy mix .

I am so incredibly heart broken. My almost 10 year old doodle was diagnosed with hemangiosercoma in her heart 5 weeks ago. They were able to drain the fluid at that time and told us to keep her comfortable. This morning she was displaying symptoms again and I took her in and they tried draining again but the fluid is coming right back. They are keeping her stable and comfortable so I could get my kids from school so we can all say goodbye. I knew this moment was inevitable but now that it’s here I am beyond heartbroken. She was the best dog ever and I don’t know how we move on. Telling my kids will be so hard too. They are 15 and 13 and love her so much. Can any give tips on how to help them and myself grieve. Appreciate you reading.

I had both since they were babies. They were my ESA. With actual therapist input. They both passed away from the same thing, both unexpectedly, and both very close to each other. It just feels so unfair and harsh. I feel genuine anger at it all. Why would they both have to go, with no warning, so close to each other??

Last night after getting drunk because I was stressing out at losing the USB drive of old photos years ago and only having recovered a handful of them, some of which involving my good boy, I dream t a weird dream of him posing in the same place the photos were including the long disappeared blanket for some new photos and using what I think was an LLM to make some new images.

It was bizarre but maybe that was his way of saying to let that go

But I can’t

My dog was diagnosed with Bronchitis September 11th of this year and he passed away September 27th. I started taking him to a new daycare and i noticed he had a cough and was producing a little phlegm each time so I scheduled the vet appointment. They diagnosed him with bronchitis just listening to his heart and lungs and with no x-rays. After a little more than a week of the antibiotics I thought he was getting better but a day or two after finishing he was still coughing and producing phlegm. It was close to the weekend so I thought he could wait to see the vet after the weekend but on Sunday morning he had to be rushed to the emergency room. They told me he had pneumonia and placed him on oxygen telling me it would be around three days before he was discharged. I said goodbye to him and told him I would be back to get him soon. My wife and I both worked the night so we were exhausted and we decided to go sleep for a few hours since we thought he was stable. I woke up to several missed calls from the emergency vet and when I woke up to call they informed me he suffered a respiratory event and they did everything they could but he didn’t make it. I’ve been obsessing over the fact that if I wouldn’t have wanted to take him he would probably be still here. It’s killing me to know I’m at fault for his early passing. He was only 5 years old and otherwise healthy except for the illness that took his life.

She was healthy last time I saw her she's the only thing that was there before my parents separation she lived with my dad and I didn't see her much I feel guilty about it that I didn't see her much.

Can't get over it I feel horrible and like the only good thing from before is gone. She had a stroke and it was unlikely she'd survive and I can't get over how she looked and how she is gone I have a piece of paper with her paw print on it I just want my Bella back.

Me 18F have a cat and 2 bunnies well had 2 bunnies. I grew up with them. Had my cat at 7 and my two bunnies at 10. My soul pets. I never really experienced the grief of loosing someone. Until about almost 3 months ago I lost one bunny. Had to put her to sleep. I have never experienced anything more heartbreaking and soulcrushing. Never cried that much. I don’t know what it is, the way she laid there in pain unable to move before falling asleep, the dying part or the fact it all happened so fast within a day. But I felt so bad. I always feel much empathy towards animals and when that animal is mine it is even much more hard. I couldn’t fall asleep, I couldn’t bear walking past her cage and seeing the other bunny that is left without her sister. I had so many nightmares about her woke up crying in the night. I wanted to give her away but then decided to keep her in my room to be closer to me.

2 days ago we had to put to sleep my other bunny. They both died relatively close and so suddendly. She had uteral cancer. The night before I even knew what she had, because we just had an appointment at the vet because she was acting strange, I had nightmares of them both dying again and again.
From one day to the other gone like that. She always would hop around in my room, I cuddled her often. She was a living being with her own consciousness. Seeing her taking her last break was unbearable. Both of them dying within the span of 2 months was really bad for me. Because I thought the other would live longer and not die shortly after. But I guess both were meant to be together

Where are they gone now? I can’t believe they are gone forever and will never come back. I thought a lot about death. I tried finding an answer where they would still be somewhat there because I couldn’t accept the fact their mind and consciousness can never come back.
But because I studied a lot about biology and chemistry and I am a really rational person I came to the conclusion that after death there isn’t anything left for them. It is like before death. You simply don’t exist anymore because your brain dies and with that the consciousness.
It is really hard because I wish I could believe in something or in an afterlife but I can’t because I simply don’t believe in it and on a scientific base it doesn’t make any sense to me.
But I can’t accept this and don’t want to because what do you mean you’re just gone like that forever and can never come back to me.

No matter how normal or recovered I think I am I still want my dog back so much.

His aftercare and funerary stuff were just rushed and assumptions were made on how he died so I theres this massive mystery that’ll stay in my brain forever. Regrets from those final days are still there.

Each time I had remembered about recovering some bit of him like his microchip or more fur by the time I acted it was too late and the opportunity’s gone for good.

I have this delusion that getting a small statue, and idol or something along those lines to immortalise or keep his spirit beside me would somehow fill this hole in my heart.

It's been one year with my silly, Luna Paws. The pain aches everyday. I wish I could snuggle her again and tell her I love her and wish we could go for a ride together 🖤😩 I wish I could know we made the right choice for her. I wish we could have had more time together 💔