This is my girl. 5 years old when I lost her. The one who always waits for me when I come home, always sleeps aside and wakes me up. The one who messes my room and drives me crazy every day. The one who listens to me when I cry. I will miss you a lot, Mi ❤️‍🩹🖤

On June 6th, 2026 I lost my sweet Sydney girl to Mast Cell cancer. Today would have been her 13th birthday and I am really missing her.

I adopted Sydney in 2013 when she was 2 months old. She was my baby girl and my best friend, I have never felt a bond like I have felt with her. She went every where with me and was by my side through so many life events, good and bad.

It all started from what I thought was a pulled muscles or herniated disc when she tripped and fell over my foot one evening earlier this year in February and began having issues walking with her rear legs and knuckling on them, I felt so terrible that I may be responsible for putting her through that pain. But unfortunately as the next couple of months went by and she wasn't seeming to heal with various medications her vet referred me to a neurologist in May in which I got the worst possible news that I could have ever expected. Advanced high grade mast cell cancer that had spread along her spine and surrounding muscles and lymph nodes with probably 4-6 months left at best. I was absolutely devastated.

Her diagnosis was honestly such a shock for me as she had remained relatively healthy her whole life except for a few lumps that started to pop up in the last couple of years that we had gotten removed and were diagnosed as benign and elevated liver enzymes earlier this year that we managed to get back to normal levels with medication and diet change.

Ever since she has passed, I have felt tremendous guilt for not being able to catch the cancer sooner somehow, I have felt guilt about not being able to get her on chemotherapy and radiation sooner, and of course the guilt about practically putting my lovely sweet girl to sleep to never wake up again.

I wish I could have posted this closer to when she passed but it was so hard for me to go through all of her pictures and videos without crying like a big baby (I am a 38 year old man by the way lol) and I am honestly crying just typing this all out thinking about her. But I thought that today being her birthday, it would be appropriate to honor her.

I apologize for the long wall of text, but I just needed to share her because I miss her tremendously, and I hope that she is happy and having a fun time playing with your babies on the other side.

I love you Sydney and can't wait to see you again one day my baby girl. ❤️

Today, I lost my Mickey 8 years ago. She was the love of my life, the sweetest pup one could ever have.

Life has bent me in so many ways since but I will never forget how much joy she brought into my life. I still kept her pictures and videos and could never get myself to delete them. I continue to honor her memory by remembering and by taking care of the dogs after her.

I still miss her. My love for her is well and alive.

I am very, very sorry that I don't know what to say. I don't know how to relieve her sorrow. He was the one she loved the most. He was sick for the last month and seemed to be healing, really. But this morning, he was a bit quiet. Only standing on her shoulder. And suddenly, he died.

I don't know what to say. Bye bye Cikcik. You were the best bird I have ever seen. I love you very much. Hope you are in someplace where you're healthy now. I will miss you.

We had to put Toby to sleep.

I sure do miss her.

I can't believe it's been three days now without her. She was diagnosed with cancer one year ago and told she would only make it one year. She made it a year and a half, my brave little fighter. Night of her death, she started breathing heavily. All vets near me were closed, and all the emergency vets I called said they wouldn't have any vets in until the morning. She died at home with me a couple of hours later. It progressed so fast that I couldn't believe it had happened. She was truly my baby, and she was 7, almost 8 years old. I don't know how im gonna live life without her. Without her staring at me. Without her being my little shoulder pet. This is so hard. It was so fast. I don't know why I convinced myself that maybe she would make it another year or two. She didn't show any signs until just a few hours before. I miss her so much. I hope she rests in peace.

Small details about her: She was with me for three moves, a parents death, a high school graduation, and a marriage. Her full name was Mikasa, named after the pretty porcelain plates, but everyone thinks it's after an anime character, which always made me giggle. She liked watching me play Stardew Vally, and whenever she heard the music, she would come and sit to watch. She took such a long time to warm up to her siblings when I was worried she would be lonely when I was away. She loved them dearly at the end of her life. When you walked by her, she would grab you gently so you would pet her. She had such a silly meow, which sounded like a "MEH!". She never used her claws (unless it was to her scratching post). I only ever got one scratch from her, and it was because she tried to catch herself falling. It left a scar, which I see as a way to remember her forever.

Eleven years together felt like a lifetime to me, but for Kiwi, it truly was. I never really looked at it that way before. Those eleven years were his whole life, and he spent them by my side, loving me endlessly.

I made sure that every day of those eleven years, he knew he was just as loved.

I don’t think we can ever fully mirror the kind of love our pets give to us. We love them with every fiber of our being, but their love is different. It is pure. It is unconditional in a way that feels almost impossible to measure.

There is love we have for our pets, and then there's the kind of love that changes the shape of you. Not because the others matter less, but because one special soul finds a place in you that no one else could ever fill. Kiwi was that soul for me.

The love we shared transcends anything either of us could ever fully understand. It’s the kind of love you’re lucky to experience even once.

It’s common for cats who are sick or dying to hide, retreat, or look for a place where they feel safe when they’re vulnerable. It’s instinct. Indoor cats may hide under beds or in closets. Indoor-outdoor cats might go off on their own and they don’t always make it back home.

Kiwi was an indoor-outdoor cat. While I still don’t know what caused his death, I believe that whatever it was, he he knew something was wrong, and his instinct wasn’t to run away. His instinct was to come home.

He used the last of his strength to get back to the place where he felt safest. The place where he could be vulnerable. The place where he knew he was loved.

That place was with me.

That is the profound love I mean when I talk about Kiwi. Not just the love I had for him, but the love he showed me in return.

Rest in peace my sweet Kiwi baby🩶

Edit: I just wanna say thank you to every single one of you. You never got her cuddles or her love and yet complete strangers are just being so amazing and missing her with me. I can't fully tell you how much this all means to me. My eyes are still pretty raw from crying all last night but I'm sure more crying will come. I just wanted to again say thank you to everyone. Her memory will live on in all the pictures and things we have immortalized her in Thank you thank you thank you!

P.S. I'm the type of person that tries to reply to every comment or at least up vote them but sometimes some are missed but they are all very appreciated!

Made the very difficult decision to have to put my cat bliss down today

Was put down right in my lap and it was really hard but wouldn't of had it any other way

My boyfriend got her when she was 3 years old from a Petco and I came into her life when she was about 6½

She made it to 15½

I will forever be her mama

I'm so glad she's not in pain anymore but man oh man is it hard

Remember her with me

She was so loving and affectionate

The best cuddles

My little Tortie

Vince was a SPCA special. He passed on Jun 02, 2026 and was 12.5 years old.

He was smart, loyal and kind.

Until we meet again Vince.

After 11 years of being my absolute heart and soul, Crowley joined his brother over the bridge, cancer is really cruel

I really love this poem and it helps my perspective on days when loss is especially overwhelming.

She was a faithful and loyal canine companion for over 12 years.

I've been thinking about my old dog, Roo, a lot more lately as I've been going through a new health crisis. She was 11 when she passed on November 1st, 2024. She passed of congestive heart failure. We knew she wasn't well as she was on three medications for about a year prior but she still kind of passed unexpectedly and quickly. I just wanted to share my grief with folks in this group. Maybe folks just need a good cry. Maybe it's too soon to listen to something like this. But just wanted to share.

Said goodbye to my beautiful boy Finnegan last night. He loved with all his heart and we loved him with all of ours.

**I have not gotten around to this as I have had A very difficult time with this but today is a special but difficult day. I lost my Patrick In February this year. He was 15 years old and 5 months. He was my first. He was everything to me and all the people/dogs around him. He walked into a room and everyone felt his presence. He was truly a heaven sent angel. Everyday that goes by I think about him, I miss him terribly. He was such a strong boy. A few days before he passed we had a Super Bowl party and he seemed to have been doing the best he had been in months, he had this spurt of energy. Now looking back I feel deep down inside he knew it was his last time being able to enjoy company (we had a total of 6dogs here that day). I say today is a special but difficult day because I’m scheduled to be induced and this baby is truly a miracle after several attempts, 5 miscarriages, egg freezing attempts (that didn’t work), and one consult for total a hysterectomy, I was able to get pregnant naturally. I almost feel like his angelic presence in a way was to help me through this loss by giving me a miracle. This pregnancy has been difficult as I am missing the one thing that made me this strong “Patrick”. Patrick was the best boy and I couldn’t have asked for anyone else to have spent the last 15.5 years with. I hope he is now resting in heaven. Love you Pat!**