I had to say goodbye to my little shadow this morning. The Disrespecter of Personal Space, the Head of Barking at Passersby, Buttons was always close by (and begging for food) and I will miss him forever. I love you, bub.
It hasn't been two weeks yet since my Toby crossed the Rainbow Bridge. I'm in pain every day and crying. He was the Perfect dog, my everything. He was so good with his younger brother and sister. I love you Forever Toby♥️.
I didn’t have the strength to write a memorial post when this happened, but I’ve been thinking of our 5 pound bundle of Josie every day since. She was an older rescue adopted on January 2nd, 2024. Josie and I bonded very quickly, and she became my first velcro dog. One year ago today, her CHF worsened and we made the heartbreaking decision to say goodbye.
Her time with us was far too short, but she brought us an enormous amount of joy and wonderful memories to cherish forever. She was the perfect companion for our old man who we had for 15 years, Kurami, who sadly passed 2 months prior to her. Now, they’re OTRB together along with our first rescue chi, Seiko, but will never be forgotten.
We have since adopted another girl chi and boy pomchi (last picture). Our pomchi was going to be Josie's new companion, but she didn't live long enough to meet him. Josie and the rest of our pack will always be missed, but our hearts are full with their memories and these little stinkers around.
My grandparents’ dog passed away this morning, she was only 10 years old. I live upstairs from my grandparents and I brought her home in my arms in 8th grade. I’m now 24 and she was absolutely everything to me. I loved this dog to pieces. She would come and sit right in my lap, I could carry her like a baby all around the house, she was such a sweet girl and she was taken from us too soon.
My soul dog was put to sleep today. It was so peaceful, we chose at home euthanaisier. He was a rescue and has been there through everything. I miss him, I miss him following me, I miss his smell, the way he'd always be there. I loved him and I always will. I don't know how I'll cope without him. But I now feel that i failed him. I didn't want him in pain any more.
He had liver and spleen cancer, he was very anemic and breathing so fast and off his food. He had a growth on his back which was suspected sarcoma but he wasn't well enough to put under GA. We went to three different vets to find out why he was so poorly. He was finally sadly diagnosed with cancer. I don't know how they kept missing it. He collapsed previously after ga, they thought he had Addison's and we were sent on our way but he never really got better.
What's haunting me is that they said he wasn't in pain. When the vet who came today did the sedative, she said he was in pain because finally he was breathing ok after the sedative. I hate myself. I feel like I didn't advocate for him enough. I trusted the vets advice. I asked the vets if he was in pain, they said he was breathing fast because of anemia. They said the cancer couldn't be treated because it had spread. I asked them to give him pain relief and something to help him eat. But for weeks we went back and forth to different vets and I trusted them. I'm so stupid.
I didn't deserve you Benji. I'm so sorry.
Fuck cancer.
D.O.F.F. (Death on Four Feet) was the bestest little man and was the main character in our family. I’m gonna use the extra time I have now to honor you with a little book.
Never in a million years did I think I’d be so bonded to this sweetheart, but she won me over within the first few days of rescuing her. Throughout several moves (one that took her from California to the Deep South), life changes, new experiences, she was there to welcome me with unconditional love, a wet nose, and an open heart. Time passed so quickly. From adopting her at ~7 years old in 2017 to today, it all felt like a blip.
I told my husband 100 years with her wouldn’t have been enough time, and I mean it. I always called her my ethereal queen because I felt like she was just perfect beyond words.
I’ll miss you, Honey, my queen. I’ll never forget you. 🌈 🐕
Brutus left this world yesterday 5/19/26. To honor him and his legacy, I wanted everyone to meet him. He was such a good boy, he loved cats, bunnies, people, and he loved toys. Roast him (He fell short of his 14th birthday by 2 months) or toast him for being such a "good boy" and gentleman.
Scruffy (15) crossed the rainbow bridge this afternoon. He’s my parents’ dog, but I lived with them and he was my buddy for many years. I live too far away that I could only say goodbye over speakerphone and it doesn’t feel real yet but I miss him terribly.
The pain and despair are hitting me really hard tonight. 4 weeks and 3 days today and nothing seems to be getting easier.
I managed 8 hours today without crying but now it has hit me like a tidal wave again.
I miss him so very much and the thought that I will never see him again is breaking me.
How to move forward?
This is so very hard.
I’m still crying when I see his empty pillow. Or when I’m washing the dishes, and think about how he isn’t beside me waiting for dinner to be served. I miss him so much. I feel like my brain hasn’t caught up to his absence. My best friend, my grey soft kitty. I can’t even type his name because it’s just hard to accept. I got him when I was 17, and now I’m 38. I have a 23 month old (human) baby, and my mind keeps travelling to the fact that my last 2 years with him were definitely impacted by the arrival of my daughter, in that we didn’t spend the same amount or type of quality time together that we used to - and for that I feel so sad. I did kiss him every time I saw him, make sure my daughter kissed his forehead too. I’m so glad they met. I feel so sad. My heart is aching. My throat closes up tight around that ball of tears. I went to the cottage this weekend, stared out at the lake, and just thought of how I never knew last summer would be his last. I just feel so sad and guilty. I don’t know how to move forward, and i feel like I’m just faking peace so that people aren’t concerned. What hurts the most is how unexpected his end was. He was acting normal, until suddenly he wasn’t, and it seems like he had some type of stroke, and it just progressively got worse. How? Why!? I miss you my sweet boy.
How are we supposed to cope?
I haven’t been very active these past few days because I’ve been taking care of my mental health, but as always, I still make sure to feed the cats near the parking area.
I just wanted to share Leslie’s story — our short but sweet time together.
We finally managed to get all the cats neutered, but another problem soon appeared. More and more cats started getting abandoned in the parking lot. Maybe word spread that there are people regularly feeding them there.
Last January, a group of kittens was dumped and thankfully rescued. But then March came, and another kitten appeared — Leslie.
I tried my best to look for someone who could take her in, but every shelter was already full. At that time, the rescuer who helped the first batch of kittens was unavailable because they were dealing with false accusations about neglecting the cats, which were eventually proven untrue.
I had no choice but to let Leslie stay in the parking area. Thankfully, one of the janitors who helps us care for the cats allowed her to stay in their resting room. I visited her regularly, and she quickly became the sweetest little cat. She would happily eat whatever food I brought and would jump excitedly every time she saw me.
Eventually, the janitor got reassigned, and Leslie was no longer allowed to stay there. Still, she had learned how to avoid the cars. Before leaving each day, I always made sure she was somewhere safe. Things continued that way while I searched for someone who could rescue her.
But life got busy… and this is the part I truly regret. I became complacent.
Then I heard that the rainy season was coming, so I made sure all the cats had plenty to eat beforehand. I arrived early that day and fed everyone. Leslie was there, cheerful as always. She ate so much and played with the other dumped kittens nearby.
Then the rain started pouring.
I worried about the smaller kittens and made sure they had shelter. When I looked for Leslie, I found her under another shed, comforting one of the crying kittens. That was probably her first time experiencing rain. She had no mother to teach her what to do because she had been abandoned at such a young age, yet there she was, comforting another scared kitten.
I don’t think I’ll ever forget that moment.
Today, I came back with plenty of food because I knew the rain had been harsh. But one of the janitors told me that Leslie died yesterday around 9 PM. A car ran over her and killed her instantly.
My heart shattered.
Right now, all I can think about are my regrets. I wish I had tried harder to find her a home sooner.
I’ve managed to secure the other kittens now, and I found a rescuer willing to take them in. I hope they get the life I wanted for Leslie.
Goodbye, my sweet baby. Our time together may have been short, but I loved you so much.
My best friend had to go January 16. It was about 8pm. When I looked at my phone I realized I picked him up from a 7/11 parking lot 1/16/2018, at 8pm. 8 was my favorite number for 35 becuse of Troy Aikman on the cowboys. During the last couple days I prayed to see either a shooting star or a Boston terrier. An hour after when I was driving to my house to bury him I saw a shooting star streak across my car windshield. A couple days after I prayed to see a Boston and the following day i saw a guy walking two. I wish he was with me right now but im starting to accept the reality of life. Im also holding onto the fact that he was here for me for a reason and had to go when he did for a reason. I hope he’s playing with all your animals too in the forever park. Hang in there everyone I love you all.
My late furbabies Merriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took who were both super megachonk.
She passed away peacefully on the morning of Saturday May 16th. We rescued her from a kennel when she was 4 years old and she gave us 14 incredible years after that. One last trip to the beach and a whole McDonald’s meal just for herself. She had a fantastic last day surrounded by her favourite people.
It’s the first time I’ve lost a pet as an adult. I just feel numb, I don’t think it’s fully set in that I’ll never see her again for the rest of my time on earth. I hope she’s up there running free and having fun with everyone else’s lost and loved pets. RIP angel, I’ll see you again when it’s my time to go.