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My friend Pandora died 3/14/18, an aneurysm burst and she was gone in under 2 minutes. Guess I'm still in shock, I was holding her when she took her last breath looking at me terrified.
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Hey so I just lost my sweet black kitty due to pancreatitis.

I thought we could make this thread a tribute to those we've lost.
Sorry for your loss, over the years I've said goodbye to many wonderful animals that walked with me a while. Every time it hurts just as bad as the first when I was a boy.
 
Ohh Mr Ed I'm so sorry, that kitty looks just like my sister's kitty Ari. (Named while Entourage was popular, ha ha.)

It does hurt the same each time, doesn't it. The worst for me is seeing her little area where I had her water fountain which I had to clean up of course. I can't stand seeing her area clean and vacant. It's like a giant whole in my chest.
 
Hey so I just lost my sweet black kitty due to pancreatitis.

I thought we could make this thread a tribute to those we've lost.

*kitty style head bump* I am so sorry, Ms. Enid. Losing a furbaby is brutal. They occupy a place of unconditional love, given and returned.
I'm glad you have years of memories with ya sweet lil black kitteh to keep you company right now.
 
My friend Pandora died 3/14/18, an aneurysm burst and she was gone in under 2 minutes. Guess I'm still in shock, I was holding her when she took her last breath looking at me terrified.


I held my Sammy while he passed.

*Is crying*

I'm with you, friend.
 
I'm sure the long term members know of my kitty called Shithead.

Shithead was put to sleep in my arms last week here in his home by the vet.
He had cancer.

I refused for his last moments on this earth to be in a frightening environment like the vets.

I buried him wrapped in his blanket and planted a beautiful lemon tree over his grave as a living headstone.

He was bad tempered arsehole and he loved only me.

I'm lost without him.
 
I'm lost without him.

Shithead and Samson have basically the exact same story, only we choose a pecan tree. I'm so sorry. It is so nice of the vets who will come to you're home to help the family and the fur-baby.

And while we're lost without them, at least we can take comfort knowing they never had to be lost without us :heart:

I'm crying like a fucking idiot.
 
Shithead and Samson have basically the exact same story, only we choose a pecan tree. I'm so sorry. It is so nice of the vets who will come to you're home to help the family and the fur-baby.

And while we're lost without them, at least we can take comfort knowing they never had to be lost without us :heart:

I'm crying like a fucking idiot.

(((HUGS))))

Same.
Bawling, ugly crying right there with you.

It's still very, very raw.
 
I'm sure the long term members know of my kitty called Shithead.
I called my ill-tempered cat Asshole. He wasn't like that always... For the first 6 months, he was known as Jackson/Jax. Then for the next 17 years, Asshole it suited the dirty rat bastard. But the last 2 years, he was very sweet... mostly because he had gotten so skinny and frail that he needed body heat and became pretty tolerant of humans. He was an asshole, but he was my asshole.
 
R.I.P ML
sincere, know what its like

ny dog ericthered/red setter
30 odd years ago but still recall
some are/can be better than some humans, true!


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Oh, it makes me so sad to say goodbye to a member of the family, and I've done it way too often in the past. I have only one furbaby now, and I know I will absolutely lose it if something happens to her.

I grew up on a working ranch, and I rarely heard my Dad curse, but I sure do recall him telling the foreman "Don't let her name another goddam animal, ya hear me?" I'd cry whenever my big pets would leave.

When my husband and I were married he got a daughter and a cat with a bad attitude. He is not a cat person, or I should say he was not a cat person. Grace barely tolerated his existence, and he did nothing to make that better. Except the last year or two the two of them became inseparable. Don't know how or why, but she preferred him to me and stayed in his studio. One day I went in there for something, and I found a little bed that my husband had made for her. The big old softie. He cried as much as I did when we had to say goodbye.

Now Baby, my resolute calico has him wrapped around her paw.
 
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I'm so sorry for all of your losses. I've only had one dog and when she had to be put to sleep, I had to cancel all my plans for a week because I was such a wreck. Friends bought me another dog shortly after that horrible day and I love the new dog....but, I still miss my first loved one!
 
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