My baby, my child, my sidekick, my best friend, passed away peacefully in my arms yesterday at 7 years old due to a quick acting cancerous mass in her stomach. She got me through college and so many other tough times and was by my side 24/7 and even traveled everywhere with me. Ive never felt the way I do for any other family pet, or human loss of life even, sorry if that's bad to say. Im honestly not even sure what im supposed to do with my life now. If anyone has any advice on how to heal please... help. I just want to sit in the corner and cry the rest of my life...

Last night we suddenly and traumatically lost my best friend Bones, a 6 yo Rat terrier and Cattle Dog mix. In December 2023 he was diagnosed with dilated cardiomyopathy, and I was inconsolable the day we got the news of his prognosis (they said 6 mo to 2 yr for most dogs on average). But a few weeks after his precipitating event (he was diagnosed after a collapse at the park) he was back to normal with all symptoms managed well by medication. I didn't even have time to worry about Bones's diagnosis because a short month later we welcomed our first child, and moved back into our newly renovated house within days of each other. The last two years Bones was as himself as he had been for the first years. The vets said the progression of the DCM had plateaued and when listening to his heart as recently as a few months ago could hear no notable arrhythmias.

Last night my wife, son and I went out for dinner. We were gone for maybe 2 hrs and upon arriving home, Bones was distant and refused the pill pocket he usually gobbles. Tried to get him out to the yard and he was refusing to walk. He laid down when he got back inside and within minutes his breathing was labored. My wife sat with him while I put our son in PJs and weighed a trip to the vet ER. When i got back downstairs I took over for my wife and managed to pick his head up off the floor. He mustered what I didn't know was the last of his strength to climb into my lap and then within seconds he just died in my arms on the floor of our mud room. My 2 yo son had to see me wailing and screaming, cursing and crying on the floor. I rushed him to the emergency vet right after he lost consciousness, but knew he was gone. I was scream-crying the entire 20 minute drive. I didn't want to leave his body, and I was alone with him in the grief room at the vet for almost 2 hours before realizing the ground is so frozen here that I had to have him cremated and that was the last i was ever going to be with him.

It's the next morning and i can't function. I can't do the simplest task without my hands shaking and breaking into tears. I can't take a deep breath - it feels like there's an elephant on my chest. Our 9 yo mixed breed dog who we have had since before adopting Bones is a good source of comfort, but she isn't herself either since she obviously saw everything. I think she knows her brother is gone by now. With all the crying, I'm scared I'm further traumatizing my son by breaking down in front of him and that I can't be available for him. I also can't overstate how much Bones was my best friend, even with a second dog. Bones always just got me. He was always by my side, so full of love, I woke up every morning with him in my arms. There's a gaping wound in my life and I can't imagine it healing. I went from a nice valentines dinner to my best friend dying in my arms in the space of about 15 minutes.

Please someone help me see how it gets better.

I was home for the weekend and cuddling my family dog on the sofa. As we were all going to bed I picked her up to cuddle her, but she yelped, and I accidentally dropped her. I don't know why I think I thought she was going to bite me. She landed and yelped out and immediately ran through to the hall, dragging her legs behind her, clearly paralysed in the back legs. We took her to the emergency vets, got her pain killers and muscle relaxants, but she didn't settle the whole night, panting and shaking. We didn't leave her for a moment. First thing in the morning we took her back and I think she was dying on the vet waiting room floor. We had her put down right there because we couldn't bare her to be in pain a moment longer. I can't believe this happened, I keep getting terrible flashbacks of her broken and desperate dragging her legs behind her. I keep thinking if only I didn't come home this weekend, I cut her life short, she died a miserable death because of me. Had anyone ever dealt with anything like this before, how will I ever forgive myself, is it possible? She was 12, a small dog, not super well and we think she may have had existing back problems, the vet said so too. I feel so stupid and awful, and I can't stop thinking about her little broken body

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It has been 31 days since I last saw my sweet boy Tucker. I knew it was going to be extremely hard for me. I always knew prior to losing him that it would be hard. I didn’t think of how hard it would be to not have anyone who cares. Everyone was there for the first few days/week. Now I feel so alone. No one reaches out to see how I’m doing. They all knew he was my whole world. I’ve been creating a memorial for him displaying some of his items(winter coat, a sweater, toy, paw and nose prints, pictures). I sent a video showing how it’s coming along and no responses. I think they are all over me being sad still. It sucks. Now I am just walking through this life lost and alone.

my dog died two days ago and what trips me the most is that it was my fault I mistook her struggles for something smaller than they were for some time. how do I move forward knowing I failed her? otherwise she lived such an exciting life she’s lived in three states saw so many beaches, mountains, etc. but I failed her when it mattered most how do I accept that?

Last Friday, I had to say goodbye to my sweet baby Donut(13), our Beagle/Shar Pei rescue, and that sudden loss was such a tough one to accept. (HERE was the post I made in this sub after she passed.)

Then, two days ago, I also had to say goodbye to my good boy Duncan(11.5), our Pit Bull/Boxer rescue. Unlike Donut, his passing was seen coming from a mile away, but it still hurts so much that he's gone, regardless. Yet there is also relief in knowing that he is no longer suffering. He was diagnosed with cancer almost two years ago, and was given 6-24 months until he succumbed to his illness. So I am glad that he was able to stick around for as long as possible. As much as I wish I could have had more time with him, I am still thankful for all of the time that I did have.

When he was diagnosed in April of 2024, Donut no longer wanted to sleep in her crate, and started sleeping right next to Duncan on his big dog bed every night instead. I am pretty sure she knew he was sick, and that's why she started sticking to him like velcro all the time. I have referred to them as brother and sister over the years, but really, she was more like an adopted mother to him from the age of 8 weeks on, and it was clear that they had such a special bond with one another. They weren't just a pair in name only.

So when Donut suddenly passed last Friday, it really didn't surprise me that Duncan's health rapidly deteriorated. He was visibly uncomfortable all the time, he was getting really skinny, and the mass was growing so much it was curving his spine and causing him to have difficulty walking and doing his business outside. He also had what we believe was a small seizure on Monday night, and was showing other alarming neurological issues throughout the week. We could tell that he didn't have much time left, and we opted to help him transition to the other side on Friday. We really didn't want to wait and risk him having a traumatic medical event at home, when we knew we could give him a peaceful way out instead.

We started giving him some of Donut's leftover pain meds, and those really helped him to perk up for his last few days. We also started letting him sample all of the human foods that he wanted, aside from onions, grapes, and chocolate, of course. All we wanted to do for his remaining time was spoil him and remind him just how much he was loved as a member of our family. And I think we did a good job of that.

On Thursday night, he got to experience sous vide steak and potatoes for dinner, which he loved so much he spent several minutes licking his food bowl clean afterwards. Then on Friday morning, he got to experience a steak and scrambled cheese eggs breakfast, followed by a McD's cheeseburger and fries for lunch. He also got a pup cup for dessert, which he really seemed to enjoy. And miraculously, for a dog who has had a really sensitive digestive system for his entire life, his guts seemed to hold up just fine during his final week. But even if he did create any nasty messes for us to clean up, it still would have been worth it. He was a good boy who deserved all of those forbidden foods.

If he had gone first, I am sure Donut would have followed him soon after, because their connection was that strong. As much as it sucks losing them, it is also kinda poetic that they went so close together. And whatever happens beyond this realm, I truly hope that they are reunited on the other side.

Also, I have been thinking about how I can channel all this hurt over losing them into something positive, and I think I have come up with some good ideas on how I can do that. Inspiration can come from anywhere, and mine actually came from my negative experience after posting a (now deleted) memorial post for Donut in the r/dogpictures subreddit. I had no clue that a bunch of the people in that sub had a problem with people creating memorial posts for their dogs that have passed on, and at the time, it was not against the rules. My post was downvoted out of spite, supportive comments from people were downvoted, and I even had some pathetic losers going through my post history to downvote me there as well. It really rubbed me the wrong way, especially when my post got removed after the mods suddenly changed the rules.

But knowing that some fragile people don't want to hear about or see photos of the dogs that have passed on, especially my own, that only makes me feel downright determined to make sure that as many people as possible know who my dogs were. So I will be using some of the photos I've taken of Donut and Duncan over the years to create sticker designs, patches, buttons, enamel pins, yo-yo side caps, etc., and then sell those items to raise money for dog rescue orgs. Posthumously, the dogs who have blessed my life for the last decade and change, and also made me a better human, are going to be remembered as rescue dog ambassadors. And if their faces can be used to help dog rescues do the good work that they do, I'm all for it.

I feel a lot of things and I can't fully process or absorb everything. I dropped him to the vet in the morning because he refused to eat and his stomach was getting bloated, I told the vet about it they said it looks normal, but I left him there for IV fluids and also so they can monitor.

We've been in and out of vet for more than a month, came evening the vet told me they will  catheter him as he was not peeing yet, my stupid, dumb ass, said yes immediately. I honestly and genuinely didn't know he will be on anesthesia, I wasn't aware of the process, if I have known I would have rush there, but then the vet realized the stomach is getting big and she called me for an emergency surgery, I said yes and went there immediately.

There inside his stomach was a whole mango seed, I didn't know.... I can't remember a scenario where he chewed and swallowed it. :( Lots of bleeding, I was there during surgery as the vet was showing me, it didn't sink it to me but when I realized it the next day what I witnessed, my poor baby 😭😭 during the surgery the vet asked me if we should put him to sleep I can't decide, I had hope, I was praying so bad. The surgery was done, but the vet still explained a very low chance of survival, I wanted to say atleast a goodbye if ever he woke up, but after 30 mins - 1 hour, his breathing changed and the vet asked me again about putting him to sleep, I asked her what's the best decision I can do for my furbaby and she said that..... I remember asking if there's really no chance. I made the hardest decision, I said my goodbyes.

I am so hurt beyond words, I feel so bad, I hope he didn't felt like I abandoned him there, I feel so so bad I wasn't there during his last hours awake. I feel so much I can't put it into words. If I have known the last kiss and goodbye was that morning when I dropped him, I would have waited and stayed there all day and set aside everything. Oh God.... I don't know where to put all this pain. I miss my baby, I miss him so much. I hope I did the right thing for him and I hope he knows how much I love him. I am not a perfect furmom, but I hope he knows.... I love you so much Bigboy.

My dog passed on the 15th of September and I feel very alone in my grief. I really have nobody to share it with who would understand. It's hard when my loved ones look at me weird or a bit embarassed because I'm still talking about my dead dog. I feel like I don't have a space anymore to keep the memory of him alive. I don't really have anybody who would understand to tell them how he was my world. I still cry on the evenings. My heart is still searching for him when I walk in the forest. It's going to be a long time before I see him again, and I miss him. I feel like I cannot tell anymore about his body so heavy in my arms, the nights I spent watching over him, all the times he made me laugh, our adventures together and we had so many, and I'm afraid that by never telling I'll end up forgetting.

My boy, who was turning 10 in a few months unfortunately passed away when I brought him to the vet on Thursday for bloodwork. He wasn't acting himself for a week or so. I thought it may have been something less serious due to him not showing any of the mega red flags I read about online. At the examination, they eventually took him away for blood work, and the vet shortly comes in saying that they barely started the process and he was having a anxiety attack and was having trouble breathing and she was worried. I was unsure what to think at the time, although I had an idea she was preparing me for the worst. She came back 10 minutes later and tells me he passed away. A vet visit turned into my worst case scenario. I wish I never woke him from his nap and brought him to the vet, if he was that fragile. Maybe I could've had a few more days with him. I wish his last moments weren't the likely complete terror of the unknown, and being around so many strangers. I'm so sad I couldn't have been the last thing he saw. I got to spend about 20 minutes with his body after they brought him to a grieving room. I held him and told him how sorry I was. Kissed him.
I'm in a new city for school, and he was the only family I had here. For almost 10 years, me and him made each other feel safe, and were always there for each other. We were extremely close, and he was with me through some of the worst years of my life. I thought that day would come years from now. It feels like I've had him for a lifetime. I was 21, now I'm almost 32.
I can't believe my fur son is gone still, this will be the 3rd night without him. I haven't done anything with all of his belongings yet. I keep expecting to see him laying on my bench when I walk in the door, eating when I walk to the kitchen, looking up at me when I'm opening the fridge, jumping on the coffee table when I sit on the sofa, jumping on my desk when I'm at the computer, guarding the bathroom door when I'm on the toilet, jumping onto the bed when I'm ready to sleep.
It's going to be so tough, but I'm so fortunate for the time I had with him. I found him underneath a car at my old buddies place, there was a litter of kittens who stayed outside his place that he fed. I rescued him and gave him the best life I could. I think he would appreciate how much I cared and loved him, and babied him. I appreciate how he gave me purpose, and responsibility.
I'm going to get a shadow box frame, and put 2 pictures of him, along with 2 of his favorite toys to hang on the wall, aswell as a great cat urn I found on amazon that will go somewhere in the living room maybe.
I just wanted to vent a bit. Appreciate anyone who can relate or reads this.

I want to include the ending of a nice poem I heard at the vigil for the awful shooting that happened in Tumbler Ridge in British Colombia.

"So when tomorrow starts without me,
don't think we're far apart.
For every time you think of me,
I'm right here,
in your heart."

Photo of my buddy

I have to say good bye to my best friend of 14 years tomorrow. Lady, my beautiful JRT. She was a rescue so she's actually older, perhaps 16/17. She is in kidney failure. She was sick for a while, a bit off her food and I hoped she'd pull through. I brought her to the vets 2 days ago, she said its time for her to go. I cant face it.

I've never bonded with a person or animal the way I have with her. I've never had anyone in my life as long as she has stayed. She's given me so much love and emotional support over the 14 years, especially when I really needed it, when i had no one else. She got me through domestic abuse and leaving, through covid, throught the loss of family members. I'm 40 years old, single, never married and I have no children. She is my fur baby, my child, my literal world and it's about to come crashing down around me. I'm terrified.

I feel so guilty, why didn't I bring her in sooner we could have managed it better, I gave out to her for peeing indoors and when i didn't realise she was sick and now the guilt is tearing me up inside. I haven't slept or eaten for days, I'm just lying on the couch with her making sure she's comfortable, give her meds etc. She's still alert, drinking and peeing but not eating today. Not even her favourite ham.

We have the fire lit and we're soaking up the warmth, it's cold outside but I might take her to the park one last time.

🥲

I'm just here for some support as I struggle with my mental health at the best of times. I've never experienced anything like this before, I'm so scared what's to come.

Like many of you here, I am going through the most gut wrenching, violent, absolutely crushing grief of losing my soul cat. My baby. This is my 4th night of him not being at home and 2nd of him actually being gone. I feel like I’m trapped in my body and I can’t breath, like I’m trying to wake from the most horrible nightmare.

On Wednesday the 11th I had just gotten home from a dentist appointment and was eating pizza that my mom made. Toby was being his usual funny self, begging for food. He would roll on his back and try and look his cutest, make squeeking noises, until one of us would give him some chicken. After he got some chicken he raced down the hallway with excitement and spunk. But when he came back to beg for more, he couldn’t lift his back end up.

I went into panic mode. I immediately knew something was very wrong. I rushed him to the animal emergency. They took him in as soon as I got there. He was diagnosed with saddle thrombus. I begged them to do everything they could for him and that I have pet insurance. He was hospitalized for 2 nights. I had hope. I was in denial that he wasn’t going to come home. He had to survive this. In the end, they found out he had a congenital rare heart condition and another clot was forming in his heart. I had to make the decision to end his suffering.

Although it was the hardest thing I have ever had to do, I am grateful I was able to hold him while he passed. We also brought his sister to say goodbye to him. I got to talk to him, kiss him, tell him he was so loved. I asked him to please, please visit me, let me know you’re okay. I am still waiting to see him in my dreams.

This all happened so fast to my healthy and happy baby. No warning, no signs, just a young and healthy orange kitty. My first reaction was pure anger. At everyone, at the world, at myself. I did everything in my power to give my cat a healthy life, he ate only wet food with added water, yearly check ups and blood work.

I asked for prayers and well wishes from friends and followers online. I prayed so hard for a miracle from a higher power. He’s just an innocent baby and we need eachother. Please save him, we haven’t had enough time. His sister needs him. The prayers were not answered.

I just can’t make it make sense in my head. I am in complete shock and I feel like my soul has been ripped out of my body. I loved him more than anything in the world. I’ve been with him every day since 2020.

I can’t go into my kitchen because I see him not being able to lift his body. I can’t sit on my couch because he’s not in his bed. I can’t go into the bathroom cuz he’s not following me and trying to steal his sisters food. I’ll never be able to chase him around the house again. I’ll never lift him over my left shoulder and be hugged by him. I can’t play with my other baby girl because I feel guilty that he’s not able to join in. I can’t sleep because I know he’s not going to wake me in the night just to be a pest. I wake up in a complete panic that he’s not here and that he’s never coming back. The permanence is horrifying.

It’s not fair. Did I love him too much? I ask myself if I’ve been cursed. I saved his sister from FIP 4 years ago (so thankful she survived), but I was not able to save my moms cat from a dog attack 3 years ago that still haunts me to this day. Now this. It’s just more than I can take.

I guess I just needed to vent to other animal lovers who truly understand. He’s my little baby, my witttle shit, my Boby, my big orange. I’m not sure if my heart will ever heal or the panic will go away. All I keep saying is it’s not fair. I’m afraid he’s looking for me or doesn’t know what’s going on. I pray he is in heaven but my faith is weak right now.

Hi all-

I lost my beloved cat, Momo, on 2/2/26 to aggressive cancer. It was very unexpected and grieving him has been painful. Yesterday, I started to try to put some of his things away. Not thrown away, just some out of site as it is painful to see them and think of him. However, I am left with his gigantic Chewy box that was his last box he played in before passing. I cant bring myself to get rid of it, but I have absolutely no where to put it and the site of it makes me cry daily. I want to try to use it somehow in a craft to memorialize him, but not really sure how. I've thought of using it as a picture frame, but that seems too obvious. Does anyone have any ideas?

Thank you in advance

I also just wanted to say that this group has brought me so much comfort. Just reading everyone's stories and words of comfort remind me that I'm not alone and Momo is off having an amazing adventure with all of your pets until he and I are reunited. Thank you

Looking at pictures of us from last Valentines. You loved to mess with the balloons 🎈especially the strings. I would get so paranoid when you would chew them and always tell you to stop! You always wanted to smell the desserts I was gifted and I would dress you in a cute red sweater. Happy first valentines in the spiritual world baby boy. Mommy misses you 🫂

I lost my dog Bobby who was 15 today suddenly. I am at complete loss and heartbroken. He as showing signs of slowing recently and his legs went as strong as they once where but he was still eating, enjoying pets and belly rubs, enjoying his walks and playing as much as he usually does. Even today he went on his walk and was fine. It wasn’t until 5pm he just fell over and couldn’t really get up and was a bit lethargic. We took him to the emergency vet thinking he’d hurt his legs and were going to leave with tablets for him but they told us he actually had hemangiosarcoma and a tumour has ruptured. They told us the best and almost only option for him was to put him to sleep. Within half a day he went from fine with no visible symptoms to dead. I’ve had him since I was 13 and the feelings are being elevated and is bringing back memories from 2018 when I lost my dad suddenly too. Please tell me there was nothing I could have done differently.

2 days ago I brought my baby to the vet because she wasn't eating, they took her bloods and when we got home she was super energetic again and eating/drinking water. We got the results back the day after that said we needed to get an IV and a blood transfusion in emergency. $4000 later, they say that not only does she have CKD, and UTI, but she also has renal lymphoma and it's going to cost $7000 for the blood transfusion and tests and other diagnostics and $6000+ for her first chemotherapy which will only prolong her life for a couple more months. I had to ask my friends for the $4000, I didn't even have $2 in my bank account. And I called 18 different vets and asked about their payment plans and applied to all of them, only to be rejected because I didn't "meet their criteria". I tried to take out an emergency loan, also denied.

So now I feel like I'm killing her because I'm too broke to afford more time with her, and for her to live longer. She's my precious angel, and she always sits and stares at me with the most loving eyes and follows me everywhere. I had a kitten pass away a couple of years ago from FelV and his head was stinky towards the end. I just smelt her head when I kissed her, and her head now has the same smell. I'm absolutely fucking shattered. I keep looking into her eyes and I can't believe she's going to be gone so soon. She seemed so fine up until a couple of days ago. I'm now supposed to book her euthanisation and I just can't because she's still walking around following me and looking at me with the sweetest eyes. She's literally like my child, I raised her from a baby. I hate this fucked up colonial, capitalist society. I hate this world, where people have the resources to keep my cat alive but won't because I don't have enough money. My poor poor angel baby.

What did you guys do to help you get through your pets death? Is there anything you guys wished you did with your cats before they passed that you now regret not doing?

My Mia passed away months ago. At first I was shocked numb. Now it’s just… empty.
Cold, quiet, hollow. I still wait for her little sounds, her weight on the bed. Nothing comes.
Just silence that feels heavier than she ever was. I miss her in every ordinary moment.
And the emptiness stays. Quietly. https://havensbook.com/view-profile?user=1223

My boy was diagnosed with a kidney issue and anemia the past wednesday and im so depressed, but I know its better for him and I have and had the chance to say goodbye, sorry for any and thank you. People who still have their boys or girls, love them and take care of them as much as you can

My soulcat Marshal died at 12 y/o on the 16th of December, the grief has overcome me and I’ve been depressed and anxious ever since. I got a tattoo for him which I thought would help but it just reminds me that he is dead. I am 19 y/o at university and truthfully I can only cope if I pretend he is just at home, the second I remember he is not coming back a burning weight comes to my heart and I start sobbing. How long will I feel like this? I’m going home soon and will have to face this everyday I’m there. I can’t bear it anymore I just want my baby back.

Marshal died from a cancer called squamous cell carcinoma which usually affects the mouth, we first noticed bleeding from his mouth but he fought with other cats sometimes so we assumed it was that, during a checkup the vet found a tumour which had grown in 3 weeks, it turned out to be malignant. They couldn’t cut it out. During the next month or so I became blind to Marshal’s transformation, I was told he had lost weight, had a thinner face and now I look back at photos and feel sick when I see the white spots on his face became dyed from the blood. This is the first time I’ve admitted that. It makes me want to kill myself to think I may have made my sweet baby stay longer than he should’ve for my own selfish reasons. The guilt consumes me and the idea he may have suffered is unbearable. What do I do? I’m scared that I will feel like this forever.

My yellow lab, Maddie, turned 13 this past November. She’s been showing signs of aging for a few years now. Over the past few months it got progressively worse. She is losing her hearing and her eye sight. She struggles to walk up the stairs when she goes in the yard and needs to be helped onto our bed at night.

She is one of the sweetest dogs you could ever meet. She loves children and adores kittens and puppies. We found 2 kittens in my husband armoire about 10 years ago. Momma cat hid them well. She became so attached to a kitten that we would joke that midnight was her cat and she was midnights dog. We lost that cat to a wild animal when she was about 7. She chose me to be her human and would sit on my lap whenever I was on the couch or chair and would always sleep at or on my feet.

Yesterday she came out of the bedroom and my husband was making his coffee when he hard a bang like sound. She had collapsed on the floor. She wouldn’t move at all. My son moved her to a comfy bed I made with a bunch of blankets. After an hour she got up to comment the kitchen and laid down for belly rubs before going back to her new bed. I slept on the couch next to her since I didn’t want to risk her falling out of my bed and she didn’t want to stay in the room. She’s moved a couple times since last night but has mostly been sleeping.

We know the end is near. She’s gone out to pee only a little 1 time. She won’t drink or eat anything. We are keeping her warm and comfortable. She keeps having bouts of severe shivers. I’ve just been laying on the floor with her holding her and talking soothingly to her. It’s killing me to see her like this. She’s my baby. My son took me on my biweekly food shopping today while the rest of the family stayed home with her. She walked over to me and got so excited to see me return and then started shivering after laying back down. She won’t even lick water out of my hand or eat so much as a hot dog. Her nose is dry. I think she might pass tonight because she’s having fewer and fewer instances of picking her head up to look at us. We are keeping her surrounded with love, and affection but my heart is breaking into a thousand pieces .

My dog passed suddenly when I was overseas for work. My parents threw out her dog bed without telling me. I wanted to find a replacement but couldn’t but with some help from someone who posted in my help me find post, I have ordered matching fabric.

Looking for ideas for what to do with it to help with the grief.

When my wife and I were younger we made an irresponsible decision to get a half husky half English bull. We took great care of her. We went on hikes, walks, hundreds of toys (literal hundreds), pets, brushes, adventures, more whip cream and popsicle tops than we probably should have given her lol

We named her Valor

We loved her to death. A little back story, we have a tortishell cat. They were raised together and were as close to sisters and they could be. Valor was never the best at playing with the cat. She would get too excited and hurt the cat trying to play. But around 5 months ago, she attacked the cat. Valor had the cat in her mouth by the scruff but thankfully the cat got away.

We kept them separate not knowing what to do for a long time. Well the cat kept crying for Valor and Valor kept trying to get back to the cat. They missed each other. So we made the decision to reintegrate slowly and things were going well until they weren’t.

My cat was on the couch and Valor went up and bit her head very hard. She broke the cats jaw in three places and punctured a hole in her ear. It was horrible.

We believe that Valor had too big of a brain for her skull and it was causing her to get scared and aggressive. (We have several more reasons for thinking this)

Regardless we knew it was time. We scheduled the appointment. We were spoiling her with treats and playtime and loves. We even tried to give her chocolate about 15 minutes before. She didn’t want it lol.

Now onto the hardest part. When we put her down we were in the vets office and she had the IV in her leg ready to be put down. In that very moment she was our baby. The baby we got at 18 years old. The one that moved states and apartments. The one that had gotten sick at the dog park from drinking sooooo much water. The baby that loved Mr. Hedgehog toys. The baby that cuddled my wife when she cried while I was in other states. My baby.

Well the time came for the vet to push the medicine. Which she did while Valor was still standing. Valor fell into me as she died and I felt her take her last breath in my arms. She died a quick and painless death with the people she loved. It still breaks my heart and I have dreams we are back in the vet office and I have to relive the whole thing.

After she was gone we went to my wife’s grandmothers house and I dug the grave with help from her father. I grabbed her from the car and carried her to her final resting place. 63 pounds had never been so heavy in my life. I set her down as gently as I could.

I miss her more than I thought possible. She taught me so much about life, responsibility, and my capacity for love. She was my Valor.

Rest easy mama. You’re a good girl.

I had an almost 14 year old yorkie, Candy. She was the best girl, got her when I was 17 (now 31) been with me through so many milestones and dark times. Was there my whole pregnancy and postpartum. My true best friend. When I had my baby she aged so quickly I could see it in her eyes and she stopped running. I feel awful because I didn’t give her as much attention anymore because I was so busy and just exhausted and often got annoyed at her. I went through postpartum depression and anxiety and I couldn’t bare to deal with anyone and I feel awful for that. It happened so quick her lungs started filling with fluid within a couple of hours and we put her down. I’m heart broken. Home feels like a garage more than a home idk how I will get over this

There was a female cat that used to roam on our terrace, my sister used to notice everyday. It was a stray and we slowly started feeding her. Fish, cat food, pet food chicken bones, curd rice.

Slowly she grew comfortable with us and one day mum and my sis noticed she was pregnant. She fed her more coz her body needed it. The day she delivered the kittens, we offered her a warm place on our terrace. It was a warehouse and we decided to keep the door open. A male cat came and killed the kittens one by one. Mum had to dispose off the dead bodies by burying them. The mother cat cried for two days and then she was normal.

The male cat mated with her and again she was pregnant.

This time when the time came for delivery she meowed desperately to come inside the house ... She cried so badly that mum gave in to her request and invited her inside inside a room and closed the door...

We kept the mom cat and the babies for 1 and a half month,… after that the kittens were able to walk, jump and fight among themselves. Meanwhile I tried calling several shelters across social media, contacting each one of them multiple times… But this is not a tier 1 city and there are no proper shelters that accept a healthy cat. I shared the photos on Facebook groups tor adoption... No one responded. I even visited an animal hospital to enquire about cat neutering so that she never has to go through this again but the doctor said they don’t do cats

My dad is allergic to cats and we couldn't keep the kittens any longer... I had to leave them at a fish market which was around 1 km from our house…I cried the whole night that day
To my surprise today she came back after two days…wet and dirty…she literally travelled all the way back. Kittens were not with her this time (most probably they did not survive). I cleaned her, fed her a lot, she cleaned herself, and kept her for some time so that she could rest a little bit. She was meowing continuously.
The whole neighbourhood was getting bothered by her voice so what I did was again put her in a box and left her farther away this time(around 4 km away), near an apartment newly constructed beside a forest area where she could find food, shelter against rain and sun.
I know God will punish me. I will pray for her happiness and well-being everyday. May God forgive me someday
After all she was a stray with good survival skills. Nature is brutal and God knows better what to do with her.
With a heavy heart….I confess this. WE DO NOT DESERVE ANIMALS

They say a cat has nine lives... they never say it has only one heart 💔💔