It's hard to lose someone you love, whether they're human, furry, scaly, whatever.
Sometimes it just helps to have someone to talk to.
Discuss your losses here. This is the place to help the grieving process and express your feelings.
This topic was started in the memory of Bandit 6th May 1991 - 8th February 2012. RIP.
Danzig, how I will always miss you. When we met you where a little feral kitten handed to me at a grocery store. I remember feeding you with the bottle and formula as if you where my own young. Your jet black fur and glowing green eyes are burned into my memory. Wherever you are I send you my love and appreciation. Thank you, if I had not met you I would not know what to do when my son is born. You directed me toward becoming a great father. I do and will always remember you my friend.
We had a dog until about November last year - a little West Highland Terrier named Murphy. We bought him from a breeder when he was a few weeks old, back in 2006, and he'd always had health issues, like allergies and ear infections.
One day, we noticed his sore paws had gotten worse than usual and took him to the vet. The vet prescribed a drug, but little did we know, that drug is often highly dangerous to small animals and fatal to cats. Murphy died, unable to eat and alone at the vet's, without anyone around him. They couldn't save him from kidney failure caused by the drug that was supposed to help him.
It's been four months now, and we still miss him. We only had him for five years, but he was a lovely little dog. <3
You were a constant companion in my hoods and pockets. For 2 years you accompanied me around the house while I did my daily routine and a few times I forgot you were there and you came with me to the store to the cashier's bewilderment. You seemed so empathetic to my feelings and never pissed in my hood.
3 years ago I lost you to a respiratory infection. Mom let me come home and bury you in the flower garden wrapped in the prettiest tea towel I could find. I've had many rats since, but they've never been your caliber.
You were the best cat i could ever have asked for, we had alot of fun times going to the stores and taking long walks in the park. I will never forget you and even though i lost you almost 3 years now your still present in my mind every single day. Yes you were only a cat but you were always by my side when i was feeling down i miss you everyday but i know your in a bettter place.
I was still to emotional to properly explain when i started this topic, but Bandit was my dog, he was nearing his 21st birthday and we had to put him down because he became sick and although it was possible for him to get better again, he was clearly in a lot of pain and would require 24/7 care even if he did get better. Putting him down was the kindest option.
More recently (3 weeks), my other dog, Lucky who is 6, got out through a broken borad in the fence. We can't find him. In a town as small and as isolated as ours, it is strange that he disappeared. Everyone knew him, but nobody saw him after he escaped. No signs of his death are around. He wouldn't have been picked up by a passer-by in a car as he feared men (abused as a pup, we adopted him), and he was too stupid to sit in a car. In any case, he doesn't trust most strangers. Also, if anyone took him in, someone else would have found out and told us and/or he would have escaped (he can climb, fit through holes 1inch by 2inch and has so much hair on his neck that his neck is bigger than his head).
I've rambled a bit, but any suggestions on where Lucky may have gone would be helpful.
Two days ago, my 8 year old cat was killed by a pair of fighting dogs that got out of someone's house.
It devastated every one of my neighbors, because all had come to know and love him because he was a social butterfly. He was the type of cat to sleep with his tummy exposed, or run up to the guy on the corner and rub against his legs to get a pet, then walk away with his little fat self like it was nothing.
We have no idea who the dogs belonged to, and tragically we haven't seen them before of after that day.
If I didn't have 2 new kittens to take care of, who show me just as much love and affection as he did, I might've not been able to go a day without being upset.
I had a leapord gecko named REXX and I got really attached to him. I rescued him from some room mates that would blow crack smoke in his cage when he was a baby and other things to try to get him high. They abandoned him and I took him in and gave him a home. I think the drugs got to him because one day he refused to eat and I noticed him getting weaker and weaker. By the last day I knew he was going to die. I tried so hard to save him because I had no money for a vet. I crushed up his crickets and tried to feed him and tickle his throat to get him to swallow but he just wouldnt do it. The food just sat there in his mouth like he didnt even know it was there. Later that night he died. It was so horrible. I gave him a funeral, buried him underneath a tree in a little wooden box. Actually, its my profile picture. I know it sounds dramatic, but he was family.
How cheerfully he seems to grin, how neatly spread his claws, and welcomes little fishes in with gently smiling jaws