I had to say goodbye to my first baby the other night. I am beyond heartbroken and feel like I’ll never fully recover from this. I knew the day would come one day and be difficult but gosh…I am struggling…😢 rest in true peace my sweet girl 🤍
For context, she was a 4 month old brown toy poodle and when she was with my father, she went limp after screaming in pain and throwing up, so we brought her to the emergency vet and unfortunately there’s nothing we can do anymore..
and we’ve only had Goldie for 6 weeks.. that’s the length of summer break here.. and that also was half of her life..
It's been two days since I had to let Pablo go, and the pain hasn't gotten any easier.
Every morning I wake up expecting to hear him, see him waiting for me, or feel him beside me. For a brief moment I forget what happened... and then it all comes rushing back. Every single morning, my heart breaks all over again. Usually he was always sitting and purring on my lap when I was making music.
After 19 years, he wasn't just part of my life—he was part of who I was. He was there through every chapter of my life, through the good days and the bad, always offering comfort without asking for anything in return.
I like to believe he's with his little brother now, the one I had to say goodbye to last Christmas after he suffered a stroke. I hope they're together again, keeping each other company like they always should have.
After 19 years of always having cats in the house, the silence is unbearable. The house feels so empty now. I'd give anything to hear his purring one more time or see him waiting by the door when I come home.
I knew letting him go was the kindest thing I could do, but knowing that doesn't make the pain any easier.
I miss you so much, Pablo. I love you, and I always will.
Sorry for the amount of photos, but he deserved it.
Had to make the absolutely devastating decision last Thursday to help my sweet Baby Cat across the rainbow bridge. This was truly the most heartbreaking feeling I’ve ever experienced, and I cry every few hours thinking about my boy and his final moments. If I could have done anything differently, if I made the right choice, if I did enough for him while he was still here. Tomorrow I am picking up your ashes and preparing your memorial. Baby Cat, I will never ever forget you. You were truly the most special boy, and I pray that I can see you again. I love you forever.
Said goodbye to my precious boy July 2nd and will never be the same. He was so in tune with my emotions and walked and kissed me through years of infertility, loss and the majority of my adult life. I’m not sure how to process the grief of his loss without him.
He was obedient and loyal to the very end, even tolerating my toddler crawling all over him while he was in a lot of pain (I had no idea the extent).
I’m so thankful for the undeserved gift of you, Monty. Your unconditional love is one of the most tangible ways I have experienced God’s love for me. Believing you are running and jumping in heaven pain free now 😭❤️🩹
Spent my 4th of July rushing my cat to an emergency vet that was like 30 minutes away due to almost everywhere being closed for holiday. I had given him dinner around 11:30 pm and went to stay the night at my bf’s place. I was back home by 10:50 am to given him breakfast on his usual schedule. He was just fine when I left for the night….but when I returned he was panting and laying on the ground in a puddle of his own piss. He had lost the use of his back legs. It must have happened in his favorite cardboard box bc he chewed a hole through it…he must have been unable to back out of it in that state. I feel fucking horrible. I wasn’t home, I had no idea how long he was like that.
The vet told me there was nothing I could have done, that being there to witness his legs giving out wouldn’t have changed anything. He got a blood clot and it wasn’t treatable, it was blocking off blood flow to his back end. He had a genetic heart condition but I thought it was managed. His last vet appointment they told me it wasn’t progressing! That he may be able to live a long and happy life with medication until he goes into heart failure….well. No. He got a random clot at only 7 years old.
He was the sweetest cat, so gentle and so loving. Why him? The vet told me that if there was anything she thought we could do to fix it and give him a good quality of life she would do it, but in that situation she said she didn’t believe this to be true. I could try to treat if I wanted but the clot was quite large and unlikely to dislodge or dissolve…and even if it did, his heart condition means if he could get one clot, he’s now at high risk for more of them. Treatment would involve days to weeks of hospitalization, lifelong pain meds and blood thinners in addition to his other heart medication, and potential permanent paralysis. She said most cats who undergo treatment only live another year at most….And it’s one of the most painful things a cat can go through. He was just screaming and screaming and screaming on the drive to the vet. It was so horrible. I had to make the choice to end his life. And while it was peaceful, I can’t stop thinking what else could I have done.
Could I have prevented this. What if I was home earlier or never left that night. What if I noticed his heart condition was worsening before this happened? There were no signs. The vet said it’s random with cats who have this condition and often there aren’t signs until a horrible event like this. That I was lucky another vet even caught it and got him on meds, that he was unlikely to have even lived this long without what I had been giving him. I’m just torn to shreds, I’ve never lost a pet before and I feel like a part of me died with him. He was also bonded with my other cat and I’m devastated now to leave him alone. He seems okay so far but fuck this has just been the worst event of my life.
In December 2025 Charlee was diagnosed with congestive heart failure. She was placed on a diuretic 3 times per day as well as pimobendan twice a day, after about a week on the medication he breathing rate returned to normal and was responding well to the treatment for the past 7 months.
On her last day everything seemed normal we woke up up she ate, we went on our short morning walks at a slow pace as she smelled and enjoyed meeting people, she was eating well and everything seemed good. Around 2pm as she was napping she woke suddenly and was having distressed breathing and coughing so I rushed her to her emergency vet, they put her on oxygen and gave her increased doses of the diuretic around 3:15pm and she was starting to stabilize so the vet said to go home and would get an update at 7pm, at the 7pm update things were looking bright, colour returned to her gums and tongue and she was breathing more normally, the blood work that was done was within normal ranges.
About an hour after the update we got a call from the vet who told us Charlee's condition was rapidly changing and that we should come in as soon as possible. We arrived about 15 minutes after the phone call.
On our arrival they took us straight to Charlee and she was in distress, he gums white and she was not doing well, the vet said the prognosis was not good, in the hour we were talking with the vet her condition grew worse, so we said our good byes, kissed and hugged Charlee telling her what a wonderful dog she was and how much we loved her as she passed away in my wife's arms.
I am very thankful we had the opportunity to hold her and tell her what an awesome dog she was and how much we will miss her.
She was born on November 14, 2014.
Edit: 5 July. Thank you everyone for your kind words. ❤️
I put down my childhood dog, chuck, on Tuesday. He was sixteen years old and he has been part of my family since I was five.
I don’t know how to cope. I can’t even think of him without bursting into tears. Today has been especially hard because I was woken up by a call from the vet to tell me that his ashes are ready for pickup.
I don’t live with my family, and my parents are out of town anyways. My roommate does not have the capacity to support me in any regard, and I think I’ve really screwed things over with one of my friends because of the grief induced anxious breakdown.
I just feel so alone. I can barely eat or sleep, and I’ve been trying to be as busy as possible just so I don’t have to sit with these feelings, which I know isn’t good in the long run, but I can’t make these feelings go away.
I don’t know why I’m posting here. Maybe just to be heard and maybe have my feelings acknowledged. Nothing else has helped so far. I don’t know what to do now that he’s gone.
she's only 5 years old but has had several different health problems her whole life due to a chronic kidney issue and the condition I found her in as a sickly kitten. for the most part her treatments have kept her comfortable and she's always been such a hyper playful and loving cat but this past month her health suddenly took a turn for the worst again and it's never been this bad. today I cant tell if she's just exhausted from all the recent appointments or new medications or if she's giving up but her head is resting on my hand and she seems to finally be getting some proper sleep today. I didn't expect her to live the first couple years originally but also expected to have more of a warning than this when it happened, if it is happening. and it feels so soon after losing my much older cat 8 months ago it feels like it just happened. I guess I just wanted to tell someone, so thank you for reading if you did. and if you see this because you're here because you've lost someone as well I'm so very sorry and I hope you'll be okay
I miss you. Give Bodhi a big hug and a kiss for me. Have a good 4th of July and try to sleep well, okay?
\-R
The last picture I have of her is her climbing into my suitcase, now, when I get to camp and go to use my towel, all I'm gonna see is her. I keep walking into my room and getting confused why she isn't in her bed. She had been around my whole life, like she was in my family before I was. I don't know how to live without her. When I was struggling with depression, one of the reasons I didn't end it was that she would be confused and not know where I went. apparently we aren't even getting her ashes back. I wish we were.
Update: We are getting the ashes
I’m absolutely crushed. I had this beautiful girl for over 15 years. The past three years have been incredibly difficult. My marriage of 20 years ended because my wife cheated on me several times, I lost loved ones and I put two cats down that I adored as well.
Regardless of how down I was, she was with me every step of the way and never left my side. She would follow me from room to room and if she couldn’t see me, she would bark.
I know she was struggling with her arthritis so I got her monthly shots, when she was making a mess in the house I would clean up after her, I was happily carrying her up and down the stairs, cooking different foods when she became fussy, or took her on a daily walk no matter how slow she was.
She got her a senior checkup two weeks ago, and the vet said everything came back perfect. The only thing I didn’t get done was an ultrasound.
Two weeks to the day after her checkup she was throwing up several times a day after she had water. I immediately made an appointment.
I took her yesterday figuring she has a stomach bug, she was drinking water too quickly ,she would get some medication and she would just come home with me. Well, I got an ultrasound this time around and she had two huge masses in her belly. I was beyond devastated, especially after the good news from two weeks ago.
I had to make the incredibly difficult decision to put her down. Putting cats down was tough but for me this is much more difficult.
The first photo was taken Tuesday, and unbeknownst to me that was our last walk together.
I miss you so much Coco and would do anything for one more walk with you , 15 years together was not nearly enough time.
Was walking my dog one morning when a loose dog started follow-leading us. Occasionally it would dart into the road causing cars to stop. As I approached a major intersection, afraid the dog would follow us to the highway, I stopped at a security gate to ask for help, as I hadn’t taken my phone that day. As I asked the guard to call animal control… screeching, crashing, howling.
I look up to see the dog flying through the air onto the grassy shoulder. I was shocked that it got immediately up and came straight up to me for the first time since encountering each other, remarkably with almost no limp. It lays down panting hard and I pet the poor pup, inspecting it.
At first it seems remarkably fine, but slowly signs of internal bleeding show and after about ten minutes, eyes fully dilated. The driver of the truck left the scene, apparently it’s not a hit-and-run because it’s a dog, a mailbox would have been a different matter, 🤮 😤
About a week later, again on my walk, I saw this sign where the pup perished in my arms. Sorry for the sob story, but I wanted to immortalize the deceased and vent my trauma.
Edit: typos and thank yous.
I’ve had her since I was a kid. She has been there through most of my life experiences, changes, and challenges. I am completely heartbroken and my mind and heart are having a hard time accepting that she’s actually gone.
13 years and many road trips together. I am so happy that she held on until we made it to this final destination. Unfortunately, I had to say goodbye to my baby Monkey yesterday 💔💔. We traveled from Virginia to Colorado. The last of many road trips we've taken. Apparently this altitude was not meant for her.
I will miss her so much. My eyes are so raw from crying. I am posting because I need people to know she existed. She has kept me sane through military moves and grad school. She was chill and loving. My baby went camping with me and loved people food. She was a trooper. I'm thankful for the opportunity to share her life.
She deserved so much more of my time. I'm devastated.
Mila passed away two weeks ago. We received this today. They got prints of her nose and feet. I’m beside myself. It was so kind!
Hi, my dog was 13. She was throwing up a little over the past few days, and I noticed twice her breathing being a little weird. It was never consistent and she seemed totally normal in general. I didn’t think much of it; she was old and she likes to eat grass - and I know dogs do that when they have an upset belly and want to throw up, but she did this ALL the time, so I thought she just did it because she’s silly and in return threw up a lot.
I woke up and when I went to leave for work, she kept gagging and trying to throw up and was having really rapid breathing. She was being so weird. So I took her to the hospital, she held on the entire morning and drive there but then stopped breathing when the docs took her back and she passed. It felt so random. I just feel so bad because she seemed so scared. When I look back on the video I took of her, I thought she was trying to act like she was okay and just wanted to be near me, but she looked so scared. I feel so horrible. I don’t want to think it’s my fault, but I just feel really bad and upset for her. Thank you
Dixon was always there for me when I was a little kid, and he died at 10 years old on July 3rd, 2022. I miss you, big guy ❤️
My foster kitten, Remy. He lived a full 16 days, and was a tiny badass. He survived a dog attack (took his family), eye infection, neonate ophthalmia, diarrhea, constipation, organ failure, and many more. He fought so hard, but sepsis took him from me. It pains me to think that no one even knew he ever existed. Can someone remember him? He EXISTED. I need this. Thank you!