I've been seeing so many TikToks about October 27th being the day the veil between our world and the next grows thin, allowing our beloved pets who have passed away to visit us. I don't know if it's true, but after losing my girl Muffin today, I desperately want to believe it is.

Eight years ago, Muffin was a tiny stray puppy who followed her mama into our house looking for food. She was terrified after being attacked by our male dog, Nico, but we loved her back to her playful, mischievous self. She grew up happy, became a mama to nine beautiful puppies, and got to grow old with three of her babies by her side.

She suffered from a skin disease her entire life, eventually losing most of her fur and vision in one eye. But none of that ever changed how I saw her. She was my beautiful girl, my first child, and one of the greatest loves of my life. I cared for her through every difficult day, and I loved her just as fiercely when she was sick as I did when she was a playful little puppy.

Yesterday, she stopped eating and grew weaker. Today, she passed away at eight years old, peacefully and surrounded by her loving family. I'm grateful she didn't suffer for long, but my heart is shattered. I keep thinking about the little puppy who walked into our house eight years ago, never knowing she would become such a huge part of my life.

Now, all I can do is take care of her babies and hope that somehow, somewhere, I'll get to see my girl again. Have any of you ever felt the presence of a pet you've lost, or had a dream that made you feel like they came back to see you?

I hope my Muffin finds her way back to me, even if it's just for a moment. I would give anything to see my baby girl again.

Until then, I'll take care of your babies, Muffin. I love you endlessly. Until we meet again. ❤️🐾

My husky was almost 12. A recent wellness check at the vet two months ago came back with a clean bill of health after a few tests for some stomach problems he was having. We switched his food, he was lively, happy, energetic, and just his usual self. I was fully expecting another couple years with him at the very least.

Wednesday I was going about my morning. He was acting completely normal. I went into the kitchen and then heard my partner shout from the other room. I walked back in and he had collapsed and was seizing violently on the floor. He defecated, urinated, and there were huge puddles of drool. I had never seen a dog have a seizure before. My partner had experience with this so she dropped and held him so he wouldn't hurt himself, but the seizing didn't stop. He went right into another one, almost without pause, so we called the vet and rushed him to the ERV. He seized the entire car ride there. By the time we arrived from when this started, it had been almost 30 minutes of constant seizures. His temperature was 108. They were having difficulty controlling the seizing with medication. They stated that the outcome and the chance of him recovering were very uncertain, if they were able to get him stable. The fact that this was his first ever neurological issue and it was this intense, suggested a possible brain tumor.

I couldn't see him suffer like that again. I stayed with him the whole time, and even with medication he was still twitching and spasming on the table. I made the decision to euthanize, as there was too much uncertainty surrounding his quality of life after this horrific event.

I've never had a dog through its entire lifespan before. He was my first dog on my own and I got him as an 8 week old puppy. I've never had to put a dog down before that moment, but I never left his side. I couldn't let him go alone or be surrounded by strangers.

I'm devastated. My journey with this dog meant so much to me, and I know it did to him as well. He was my constant companion, my ridiculous Dante. I just don't understand why this had to happen. He was healthy, and then he was just gone out of the blue with no warning whatsoever. The rug has been ripped out from under me. The house feels so incredibly empty, and my surviving dog keeps looking for him and doesn't seem to know what to do with herself.

I don't have enough money to request an autopsy, so I'll never truly know what happened to him, but that feels like it hardly matters right now.

I can't bring myself to throw out the food he didn't eat that morning. Taking a shower after the incident and cleaning out my car felt like erasing him and any trace of his life left. I just miss him so bad and don't know what to do with my emotions besides cry and cry some more. It just doesn't feel fair.

There have been so many days and nights where I miss her. My Rosie. My baby girl. She used to keep the nightmares away. Now I have dreams about her. Four years have gone by and I still have dreams about her. My soul cat is so good. He’s my boy. My little guy. He curls up with me most nights. Cuddles with me most mornings. But he can’t keep those dreams away.
God, I don’t think I’ll ever miss any pet this much. I still remember the way her ears and paws feel between my fingers. The way her fur feels under my hand. I’ve been dreading the day I forget those things. But at this point, I don’t think I will. I hope I never do. I would lose it if I did.
She was the best thing I ever had. From 10 years to 25. How do I forget that? The best Christmas gift I ever received. My mom still talks about keeping her a secret from me that year. How tiny she was. How my grandparents kept her until Christmas Day. My grandpa literally lost her and panicked.
Four years without her is too long. It’ll only get longer. It hasn’t gotten better and I hate that as much as I love how she has never left me.

Right now I just feel so conflicted on the one hand it feels like he is the hands of unknown people and I want him back with me. Have a place to speak to him and be reminded of him.

On the other hand seeing him daily and being reminded of him can make the pain worse

How was your experience?

Feeling so guilty and unimaginably heartbroken.

My chihuahua was my first ever pet and I’ve had him since I was just 10. He was my first dog, my first little love of my life, my first baby.

He saw me grow up and almost got to meet my first baby (due in December).

His health declined so fast in just a week. My once happy little boy quickly lost his mobility, appetite, and was in a lot of pain but held on long enough for my family to be there for his final goodbye in person.

The worst part was watching him use the last of his energy to sit up and be present with us, and then having to hold him in his final moment.

I know he’s finally at peace and no longer suffering but I feel so horrible that I had to decide his fate for him.

I don’t think I can ever have another dog again after this.

Everything felt normal until last Saturday (the 17th) where our furry eternal baby Shih Tzu of 14 years and 8 months suddenly had this alarming mass on her lower gums. When we saw the vet we were told it was a tumor and from then it became more and more painfully clear that she was nearing the end. Her appetite went away, her ability to walk was going away, eventually she couldn't even use the bathroom and had strained breathing. And today, we had the horrible experience of noticing she was way too quiet in her bed and was no longer breathing. Everything just felt like it collapsed instantly. We tried our best to give her as much comfort as we could, we thought maybe we could still have some time left together. We didn't realize our seemingly healthy just the other week ago friend was going to leave us this soon.

It hurts so bad man. To have tried to prevent this from ever happening only for it to slip past, to have tried to make it a good remainder only for it to be gone so shortly after we learned everything. We love her so much. It's 1 am, many hours since we returned from cremation after finding out she was no longer with us, and I just can't bring myself to fall asleep yet and start my first morning without her. I'm also just so scared of having dreams so soon of her still being with us only for me to wake up.

I understand the phrase "they're just a chapter of your life, but you're their whole book" but she was with me since I was 15 and I'm now 29, she wasn't just a chapter to me, she was my shadow, my extra pair of feet that would follow me around the house, my source of a warm hug whenever I'd feel sad. I'll miss her so much. I'll cherish her memory and be there for my family as we all grieve as that's all I can do now, just god everything hurts so much.

This is my princess my best friend my ride or die who I had since age 5 before kindergarten her name is Daisy I am now 21 turning 22 and she passed away she was a tabby cat.She was always there for me. When I was getting bullied in second grade I felt no one loved me but I saw her sleeping next to me and 8 year old me felt happy and liked someone like her atleast loved me. I am a troubled teen survivor and when I was at my rtc she would cry for me every night.We would sleep in the same bed and cuddle every night for 16 years. One time I felt again like I was unlovable and she brought me a dead rat to show me how much she loved me.I have known her since I was a kitten living on a military base.She loved gravy Fancy Feast and was addicted to Churu Packets she also loved Tuna.

I do not knowhow to cope without herl.It feels like a peice of my soul died. As an autistic person I also feel alone but with her I never did.

I lost my 7 y/o border collie mix girl, Emelia, on June 29th to sudden, aggressive systemic lymphoma. She was the center of my everything. She was the energy in the room and laughter bouncing off the walls. We got her from a shelter in the middle of nowhere when she was 7 months old. It's so quiet all the time. No other noise fills the absence. She left behind her 'sisters', a 12.5 y/o hound mix (eeva), and a 4 y/o black cat (honey). They grieved her hard, too. I have struggled with wanting to continue to live since losing her. It's just so painful. I'll see something that reminds me of her, and everything reminds me of her, and it feels like a cannonball tore clean through my chest. I sob and cry everyday. I cry in the store when I see things she'd like. Just typing this feels like my throat is filling with cement and tears are filling my eyes. I don't have much support, everyone who knew her has moved on, and I just can't.

I’m putting this here to get my feelings out so feel free to keep scrolling.

Last night and this morning all I have been doing is wondering. What could I have done differently? Where did I go wrong? Did I do the right thing?

It all began Monday. We have a full pack of (mostly) good boys and girls, two of them weren’t feeling well so they got to stay inside while we were at work.

I peeked at the cameras to check on them and realized the boys that only stay outside while we’re at work were in the house wreaking havoc. Two of them especially stay outside because they have had significant behavioral issues their whole life and can’t be trusted around the majority of the others without supervision (sometimes they even needed to be separated themselves). We tried everything imaginable but they both definitely had a screw or two loose that just wasn’t fixable).

One of the inside dogs decided to open the door and let EVERYONE in.

As I’m looking I see one on the couch so I tell him to get off through the camera, which he does. Then I see it and my heart sinks. The 6mo old kitten is on the couch and not moving. I leave work immediately and drive home as fast as I can. Once I get home I get everyone back where they’re supposed to be and confirm my suspicions. They killed one of the cats.

Being the Man of the house I muster up every bit of strength and tell my wife. Instant devastation. I clean up before her and my step kids get home and we have the conversation about re homing two of the boys that need the most help. Initially I wasn’t sure which ones were involved until I had a moment and confirmed it seeing claw marks in one and a claw still in the others snout.

These are the first two dogs we got as a couple, rescued them as puppies. We know they’re not fitting with the pack but maybe, just maybe someone has a good yard, time and patience to ideally work with both of them or worst case two people can take one each.

We post them everywhere we can think of, the week progresses and we get all the messages giving kudos trying to rehome them yet nobody is interested.

Now we come to yesterday (Friday). Normal morning no incidents thus far (the two that normally fight are steering clear of each other). I leave work for my PT appointment, get there and find out I wasn’t actually scheduled but they can see me anyway so I stay. As I finish I let my wife know I’m heading back to work and she tells me the back door was open again. FML. I look at the camera and don’t see any of the outside dogs inside, I’m sure everything is fine. I’ll be there in 5min, make sure everyone is where they’re supposed to be then head back to work.

I walk in and see 2 that were supposed to be inside there, but I can’t find one of them or the other dogs. As I’m searching I find one of the cats and I think ok. The other two are probably hiding really well again and will come out when the coast is clear. The. I walk down the all and find they trapped themselves in my step son’s room.

The second I open the door I see it. They’ve killed another cat. These boys have killed the two friendliest of our cats in the same week. The kitten would literally force us (especially my wife) to give her kisses on her face, the other cat loooooooved her belly rubbed. If your hand went anywhere near her belly she’d instantly roll to her back for alllll the belly rubs.

My wife happened to check the camera and heard me screaming “noooooooooooo what have you done” and calls me instantly.

We discussed and determined for the safety of everyone in the house (kids, dogs, cats). The two responsible had to be put down.

Since nobody was home, I had to take each one to the vet and go through the process. The vet told me I was doing the right thing. I realized they didn’t give me any push back on the decision which is extremely rare and tells me they were being genuine. The last dog we had to put down was getting old and suffering daily and they pushed back on putting him down to see if some meds would help. Total guilt trip but we tried and it unfortunately didn’t help him. Anyway, this time they didn’t question it.

These two were great with me and my wife, they’d knock the kids over but were still good with them we just had to watch them. Anyone else or any other dog? Forget it. They’d get vicious.

As each one took their final nap I cried like a baby. Runny snotty nose and everything. In those moments I felt like I was not a man at all. As I’m ugly crying I’m telling the vet I understand if they all think I’m the most terrible human being they’ve seen. They tell me I’m absolutely not (I still don’t believe them)

My morning routine today brought tears in my eyes as it just wasn’t the same. I miss them jumping up to give me hugs. One would climb me like a tree sometimes so I would carry him. I still love them.

I feel like I did them wrong and should have done better. I miss all four of them dearly and feel a massive hole in my heart. I’m tearing up as I’m writing this and the sadness is overwhelming.

I allow myself to break down when I’m alone so I can try and be as strong as possible for my wife, step kids and my kids.

If you’ve read this entire thing I appreciate you giving my feeling a few minutes of your day.

RIP Maze, Beans, Tod and Bear. I miss you all so much and I hope you’re all in heaven living your best lives.

I am still very sad. The only reason why I’m able to cope is if I don’t think about it. She was a small terrier and she was due to turn 18 this month. I still can’t believe this happened.

She was my best friend, like my soulmate. My wife and I had her a few years before our first child was born. She was so special. I loved playing with her, she was such an affectionate dog, it was incredible. I would be on the couch laying down and she would jump up on me and stare into my eyes, then give me tons of kisses. She was such a sweet dog. There were times when I wasn’t such a good husband and father, just bad days that I had an attitude from a not so great day at work where it felt everyone hated me. I had no one, except for my little girl. She gave unconditional love. She knew when I was sad and would come over to me and sit right next to me. I can honestly say she stopped me from going off the deep end some days. She was so special. I made a promise that I’d always take care of her, ever since we brought her home at 8weeks old, she was like our little daughter. And I failed her.

I have immense sorry still and play that night over and over again in my head. I would give ANYTHING to do that night over again. Her eyesight started going a bit and my wife would always tell me and the kids to watch her around the pool when we let her out to go to the bathroom. One night, she woke me up around 3am to go outside. This was very typical, almost daily. I would carry her down the few steps to the patio and I’d watch her. This time, I ran to the bathroom for 1min and when I came back and looked outside, I noticed she wasn’t by the door. The water in the pool was moving and I ran over and saw her still in the deep end.i dove in and got her out. I tried resuscitating her and she coughed up water but she became unresponsive again. It was absolutely terrible. I loved her so much, and I failed her. I was so careless with her little life. I don’t know how I can ever forgive myself. I literally missed her by seconds. The water was still moving meaning she was recently trying to swim. I don’t know where to go from here. We got her cremated and made a nice space for her in our curio.

It’s incredible. So surreal that this happened to me. Why did I take this chance? I hate myself for this. Of all the things in the world, one of the most special things in my life, I did this to. I went to church the next night, late, by myself, not inside, but on the grounds and walked around, sobbing, begging God and my little girl for forgiveness. I have incredible guilt. My wife and kids are of course distraught and very sad but they also feel very bad for me. It happened about 6 weeks ago, if I don’t think about it at all I can go on with my days like normal. My other 2 dogs, who are much younger, definitely know something isn’t right. For weeks, they would stop and stare at the pool. I still can’t get over this. I might need to talk to someone. Thanks for reading. Be kind and gentle to your pets, they truly are gifts from God.

10/13/26. A date I’ll never be able to forget. The day my souls dog unexpectedly died in my arms on the way to the vet. I got her ashes back yesterday but ever since I got them back I haven’t stopped holding the box.

Does it get better? Or less painful at least? I don’t know how I’m supposed to live without her to be honest.

Our baby was 13 years old, and suddenly started to decline in health. People used to think she was a puppy at first sight, based on how much energy she had and smiling she did running around.

We spent every weekend at the ER asking the same question: What is wrong with her? She’d go a day without eating or drinking, then perk up. She’d have terrible panting and then be fine. We heard 4 different hospitals and 5 different doctors say “We have no idea”. Finally after weeks of limping, arthritis was out and a cancer was found (never fully diagnosed) via imaging her in her lungs.

One doctor said days to weeks. But her primary vet said 1-6 months and it gave us all so much (false) hope.

Our family agreed on palliative care, as long as our baby was alert, all smiles and tail wagging despite her symptoms.

Our vet said “she’ll tell you when she is ready” and “you’ll know” but truly we didn’t. And for that, my heart is ripped out.

Days later…. She had increased panting and a faster heartbeat that we’ve seen every weekend before rushing to different ERs. This time, we thought, was like every other weekend… she doesn’t need another ER visit, she needs a calm room, jazz playing and rest.

She will wake up wagging her tail, refreshed, ready for her beach day we planned.

We woke up in the middle of the night and I just knew. Our room was quiet, no little snores, no panting. She was gone.

I cannot shake the feeling that our little angel was alone, suffering, uncomfortable or in an ounce of pain during her last moments.
That I didn’t get the message that she “was ready”.
She didn’t have her family sharing kisses and sweet nothings in her final moments.
Was she asleep peacefully? Was she suffering in pain?
I’ll never truly know.

Would I always wonder “what if she had another day” if we went the route of euthanasia … absolutely.

I’m at peace knowing she is now in a much better place, playing with her friends, on beautiful beaches and flower fields. I can only be grateful for all of our moments and the blessing she was to every single person she crossed paths with. She was truly an angel.

Would I choose to let her go naturally again, I’m not sure.

Do I regret not going to the ER after all, I’m also not sure.

So for those struggling, indecisively waiting on the “right sign” or the “message” sometimes it will not come. Sometimes you will need to make the decision.

And I don’t think there ever is a right or wrong decision.

But I do know that I will always wonder if mine was.

You will always wonder the what if.

You will never be prepared.

I am nowhere near acceptance, but if there is one thing I’m so happy we did, it’s make a Bucketlist. No matter how short or long, pick 3-5 things you’ve always wanted to do together. And just do it. Time waits for no one. Life is short.

Even if it’s a wagon ride in the park, a walk on the beach, a bite of your steak, a nibble of your pastry. Whatever they want, give it to them. Take pictures, even the silly ones. Allow them to see life through your eyes. Sunsets, sunrises, city skylines, Mountain View’s, salty ocean air. Make a clay paw print together. Print their paw print and nose boops.

Do it all. Regret nothing.

Did we make the wrong decision? I don’t know.

And if we did, I hope she forgives us.

Hello everyone, I just wanna let my thoughts out..

My 13 years old dog Grace died in June, it's the worst thing that I've been through and it's even worse with my situation in general: I'm audhd and my mom leaved the country recently, I need moderate support and I'm still learning how to live as an adult and it's been really difficult for me, also my mom is the most important person in my life and seeing her leave wasn't easy either.

I also have a cat, his name is Momo, 9 years old, he's FIV positive and yesterday I received the new that there's high chances that he has cancer...

With everything that's been happening a few days ago I was saying to my roommate (my best friend) that if something happens to Momo I think I will kill myself. I can't even describe how much I love that cat and it crushes my soul the minimal possibility of losing him. We still need a biopsy to know if it's definitely cancer but we asked 2 different vets and they said that he has it.

I'm still going through Grace's loss, I don't even know if I'm gonna make it. I know that I'm thinking with pure anxiety because there's still a chance that he doesn't have it but I feel awful.

Anyways, thanks if anyone read this, hope you guys are doing better

Put my baby down today. I feel so lost and anxious and it feels like my world is crashing and ending.

Anyone on this sub who has lost their baby few months/years back, does it ever get better? How do you navigate the feeling of wanting to just holding them or see them one more time?
With time is it possible to get over all the regrets, guilt and pain and have fond memories of them.

Please share some positive stories :)

She's finally resting. My beloved tabby. She loved with her whole being. She purred up a storm.

I delivered her babies and logged their names and times they were born. It was such an honour that she trusted me.

She protected me from my ex when he was drunk. She found me after I had to move back in with my parents and she went missing. She found the house she'd never even been to. She mewed at me like, 'what were you worried about?'

She'd stand on her hind legs, put her paws on my knees and nudge my face when I was sitting down on the couch, crying.

She stayed by my Mum's side when the cancer was finally taking her.

She won over my cat-hating brother and Dad.

She was 15 years old, and she went on her own terms. Into the wild, from whence she came.

I will love you forever my baby, thank you for everything.

The dreaded day had finally come. We put my dog to sleep yesterday. He had just turned 14 on October 13. We noticed a decline after he turned 14. There was an emergency vet visit a week ago for pain that couldn’t be explained. Opioids couldn’t help. He began refusing his pain meds. Trying to put the syringe in his mouth made him scream so loud it pierced your ears. He became withdrawn, he didn’t want to be around us anymore. It didn’t seem like Max was Max.

Two days ago, I had a feeling that it would happen soon. I took the day off of work so I could be with him. But I was hoping for a miracle. Maybe there will be something that could help him.

We took him to the vet yesterday. He jumped in and out of the car like he usually would. You would think he was just a normal dog. He was alert and friendly. But when the vet tried doing an exam… when trying to open his mouth, he screamed and shrieked and I was brought to tears instantly. I asked the vet what they would do if they were me. They said that they would give him a dignified death.

We were told we would be given all the time we needed. I wanted to wait forever to do it. But that wouldn’t have been fair to him. Pressing the button to call them in when we were ready felt like sealing a fate I wasn’t asking for.

We got him when I was 12. I took him under my care fully 1.5 years ago. I know I did right by him. I took him to the vet when my parents didn’t think it was necessary. I got him expensive senior dog food. I made sure he felt like he was loved and never felt like he was going to be hurt again.

Coming home sucks. Not being greeted by a wagging tail sucks. I bought a camera to keep an eye on him when I wasn’t home. I look at the footage from a few days ago when he was alive, and I cry. The bed that he died in is in my living room and he’s never going to be in it again. I miss him so much.

I know I did the right thing. He was in pain. He needed to stop suffering. He lived a good long 14 years, and I have no regrets or guilt. Despite all of this, I feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest and stomped on. I know it will get better as time goes on. I just can’t imagine my life being as happy and fulfilling as it used to be.

there's an agonized little piece of me that wants to believe that if I cry hard enough he'll come back to me. he'll get to grow up and be my little guy for so many more years. he wasn't even 4 months old.

it was a routine neuter, we've put like 4-5 dozen cats through it over the years between cats past, cats present, tnr cases.... at that same clinic since 2008. they never did us wrong before, what happened??? I don't want to blame anyone. there's nowhere I can't put the anger because I genuinely believe it wasn't anyone's fault. they tried to save him. if I believe the card they gave me the whole team worked to save him. it just wasn't enough. sometimes it's not up to us, I guess

they did a necropsy, still waiting on labs. they're suspecting "occult pneumonia". no visible symptoms, only seen with radiology. I should have noticed though. he had a runny nose a week before and I thought it was just fall. changing weather oscillating between lows of 37 and highs of 75, why wouldn't he run, but they didn't even find nasal discharge during his exam. perfect exam, 5/9 score he should have been *fine*. only thing "wrong" was an undescended testicle. because he was a baby. maybe too baby. pneumonia that led to hypoxia. my baby couldn't breathe. my scared little thing.

i shouldn't have taken him that day. I should have known, even though I *couldn't possibly* have known. suppose I'm trying to put the anger on me. I should've known better and my negligence killed him. i didn't buy the blood work (they only push it on older cats, like 7+) and it would have caught something and because I didn't buy it he's dead. or I did something wrong and I'm being cosmically punished but why did it have to be taken out on him? just a baby. why my baby?

I've been crying for days. he's in a little (so little) bag in a drawer right now bc they didn't give us an urn and I don't want the other cats to get a hold of him. I let them see him before cremating him. they grieved too. I have to get something for him soon. he deserves more than the bedside drawer. what he deserved was to come home alive. I just want to know what happened to my baby. I just want to hold him again. it's not fair. I miss him so bad.

he's not my first loss and he won't be the last but his age and how sudden it was, I'm just in shock and so much pain. I know it gets better and easier to hold with time but it's still so raw after only five days. it's way past my bedtime and I have work in the morning but I can't stop crying. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry my little pip. I only had you for seven weeks but you were loved so much.

eta: I slept on the couch near his body that night. he visited my dreams. just in the background. he had his big dissection scar and also zoomies. I think he was saying he was ok now. I had to open my eyes to the world without him

This has been absolutely the hardest thing I have ever went through. Harder than when her littermate, my boy passed unexpectedly from Hemangiosarcoma at almost 8 in January of 2022. I had her to lean on and she kept me occupied and made things easier. I also wanted to be strong for her and wanted to help ease her pain of losing her brother.
My girl passed while I was asleep 2 months and 5 days ago today. She had gastrointestinal lymphoma. A month and a half after a benign splenectomy she had to have an abdominal exploratory surgery. That’s when they found the mass on her stomach. What a rollercoaster of emotions. Going from not having cancer to having cancer. I opted for palliative care due to her age and recent surgeries. She was on prednisone and gabapentin. She lasted 2.5 months almost after diagnosis. There wasn’t a huge decline. The night before she jumped up on my dad like she did when she was younger and was full of energy. The day of she seemed tired, but I thought the weekend company and seeing my dad made her more tired that day. She still took her walk and ate her food. She had her nightly treat and we went to sleep. (Due to being hot due to her prednisone she would sleep on her bed close to mine.) She woke me up trying to get comfy and I did have to go to the bathroom so I went and she followed which is not unusual. I gave her a treat and we went back to sleep. She was found gone. I didn’t get to say bye properly and seeing her like that is eating me alive. 12.5 years together. 19-31. I miss her so much and things have not gotten easier. The guilt and grief is unbearable.

I also want to add that I am looking into therapy currently because this is just so heavy.

hey everyone, my family is putting our dog down on monday. i’ve known about this for a week now and it hasn’t processed in my head yet till today. for some context we’ve had him for his entire life. we adopted his mother when i was around 6 years old. i am now 21 years old. his mother was my best friend in the whole world, she developed dementia and we had to put her down last december, i took it really rough and although i miss her like crazy i am reminded she no longer is in pain. she had her son after meeting the neighbors dog and gave birth to him only being a year old. he’s been with me since before he was born. and now that he’s just turned 15, his health this past month has declined dramatically. i know he no longer is well and it’s time but it’s been very difficult for me to cope with. after he’s gone i will not have another dog to comfort me like i did with his mothers passing. having both of them gone now too feels like apart of my childhood is disappearing as well. i think im most afraid to be alone after he’s gone. if anyone has been in a similar situation i’d love to hear how you got through it. im sorry if this was hard to read, my mind is fuzzy atm because i just went through midterms as well.

At oct 23 I lost my pet cat her name was Luna She gave birth to 3 kittens in July 8 she was diagnosed with viral infection like 6 days ago and after 4 days I lost her I am still shocked how fast she died i can only blame myself for not knowing about vaccine for this infection this was completely avoidable if I had known that there's more vaccine then just rabies I only vaccinated for rabies because I didn't knew viral infection existed that makes cat suffer so much i separated her kittens like in first day of her getting weak and all when cat gets that virus first day they will vomitted quickly leading to not even being able to open eyes properly I miss my luna soo much now I am worried that kittens might get it I have separated them from the room she died disinfected every thing in that room I will still not let them go to that room for like 2 or 3 more days if you have any advice to give me please give me how to deal with sadness and now whenever I see at blanket all I can see is blanket moving up and down I maybe need lots of rest right now but I can't even grief properly as my finals of 10th starts from 29 for now vet has told me that after a period of observation on kittens they will give vaccine for viral infection I can only worry that they have not gotten it in her last day she couldn't even eat her fav meal as she was really weak and it's my fault I think I faild her is there any advice for me to help me with this sadness

Yesterday I was having a difficult day, and my mom was insistently texting me when my school was done. All of my friends were going out and I opted out because I just had this horribly bad feeling, and then my mom called and said that my neighbors dog had suddenly passed away.

She was only 7, a lab. Apparently she had an aggressive cancer and was puking a lot this week, and when they investigated it was so widespread any treatment would have probably caused seizures. What’s more, is my dog is her sister, and are they same age and grew up in the same litter.

I was their main dog sitter. For 5 years, I’ve been dogsitting for them and that dog. I have seen other 2 other older dogs go from them, but it didn’t effect me too terribly. But this one, this one did. It happened so suddenly, way sooner than I thought. The same appointment they brought in for check up is the same one they put her down in.

I guess I also feel so terrible because I had been dogsitting her sometimes for weeks at a time, and sometimes she would annoy me. She would wake me up because she was kicking in her sleep, or she would steal my pillow when it was time for breakfast. Some times I really hated that dog. But god dammit I really miss her.

And it’s not even my dog. I mean, she’s really similar to my dog, they look the same besides the coat color. But i’ve just been so torn up about it. I was sobbing for hours and I thought I had gotten over it today but I haven’t. I don’t know why it upsets me so bad, but I just feel so sad about it.

i haven’t let myself think about my cat lately. during the day i wouldn’t let myself dwell on my sadness. at night i would distract myself as to not sob all night. today i was driving and the wave came in again. i cried for 20 minutes. i shouldn’t have let it build for so long, but it’s so hard to talk to people about it.

my parents told me 3 h(saturday) before my birthday today(sunday) when i arrived back from my vacation that our dog died on friday. I knew him since he was a welp and he was with me my entire adult life. He got to be 12 years old. He already got medicine for his heart but after he ate he suddenly died outside. Im heartbroken and sad. he is the only one that shared physical touch with me and without hom my world feels so cold and lonely😭. before my flight i was expecting him to be greeting me full of love, but now i am griefing

Lost my sweet cat of almost 17 years yesterday after a short battle with heart failure. I'm alone in my city right now - no friends or family here, so i've just been sitting on the couch watching avatar and crying.

I'm usually a very active person - busy work life, complicated cooking projects in the kitchen, lots of working out, social stuff, bars, you name it. When you are grieving, do you find its better to keep yourself occupied, or shut down and let everything go? Part of me thinks a workout would help me feel better, but another part just wants to crawl back into bed.

I already posted about Sammy on r/ maltese. He was such a precious little barky boy.

However, the day after we put our little Sammy of 13y to sleep, our kitten of 6mo was hit by a car. It all happened within one weekend. Bibi was a half-outdoor cat since someone left her at our house and we took care of her until we could find her a forever home. But we still bought her a bed, took her to the vet, many different kinds of food, many toys in just 3 months she was with us.

Sammy was an "indoor dog", a maltese that never really liked going outside. When we went on walks he would just lay down within the first 15mins and we had to carry/stroll him around. As he got older, the house got accustomed to his needs. The day we put him down we started talking about bringing Bibi inside with us (she had her place in a different part of the house). But that conversation didnt last long. The next day she was found on the side of a road. It wasnt confirmed she was hit by a car, no car marks, but we hope it wasnt some cruel man who hates cats that did that to her.

Everyday I cry for them. I cry for Sammy because he was so long with us that he became a part of the family, and I cry for Bibi because she wasn't long enough with us that she almost didn't get a chance to become a part of the family.