#pet death
about a week ago i had to say goodbye to Bowie, my best friend of 14 years. i don’t think there’s any way i can properly convey how much this little guy means to me and how extraordinary he was, but i did my best to do him justice here.
for a purebred cat, bowie was INCREDIBLY strong. he played and caused trouble all the way till the end, even after 4 years of battling kidney disease and one major emergency surgery. i miss his opinionated little ass so so much but i’m so, so glad i could give him the long, spoiled life he deserved.
i know you know it already but i love you so much bud, hopefully i’ll see you again someday and i can kiss your little forehead
Pet aging, death, below the cut.
We’re taking my elderly poodle, Morgan in to be euthanized today. It’s time.
I’m waiting for my wife to get back from the film festival she was at in Pittsburgh. We’re spoiling him as much as we can until his appointment.
Currently volunteering a 3hr shift to the Pet Loss Support Hotline at MSU CVM. I am a firm believer that our ‘pets’ are a part of our family and if you are grieving, struggling to cope with their loss, then there should be someone there to help you. Tonight, that might be me!
If you or anyone you know is struggling with the loss of a pet and feels like they need someone to talk to, there are options!
- The Listening Ear 24-hour Crisis Hotline: (517) 337-1717
- The Iams Pet Loss Support Resource Center: (888) 332 7738 [M-F 8-5]
- WSU Hotline: (886) 266-8635
- Until April 20th, 2017 MSU Pet Loss Support Hotline: (517) 432-2696
6:30 pm - 9:30 pm EST [T,W,Th]
Charlie began to deteriorate a few days ago, and this afternoon he was put to sleep. It was time, and he went very peacefully, in my arms and with his family around him.
I will miss my fat, grumpy, fluffy boy so much. I would have done almost anything to have longer with him, but I couldn’t let him suffer when we knew there was no longer any hope. At least, although he was neglected and badly treated as a kitten, I was able to rescue him and give him nearly eight years of love, security, and happiness.
Thank you so much to everyone who donated money for his care, or sent me well-wishes and kind words. In such a difficult time, the kindness of strangers has meant so much to all of us, and we are beyond grateful.
IF I COULD SPEAK TO A DYING DOG I WOULD TELL THEM HEAVEN IS REAL. I WOULD HOLD THEIR LITTLE HEAD AND WHISPER THAT HEAVEN IS FULL OF RIB EYE STEAKS AND BUCKWHEAT FIELDS AND SO MANY RABBITS TO CHASE.
I WOULD TELL THEM IT WON’T HURT. I WOULD TELL THEM ITS LIKE FALLING ASLEEP. I WOULD WRAP THEIR BODY IN A WARM TOWEL AND SAY “GO ON AHEAD, I WILL MEET YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE.”
You can talk to a dying dog. They may not understand your words but they understand your heart.
They hear that they have been a Good Dog and they know they are So Loved. They know that you are sad and do their best to comfort you because they do not understand why you are sad, they are right here.
They understand that there is food and people who love them.
They understand they have been promised rabbits to chase.
They know heaven is real. They have been living here. But now they have to sleep.
You can talk to a dying dog.
My rescue parakeet Regi I’ve had for almost 4 years and cared for his special needs since passed away today. I hope I have him a good last couple years… rip Regi.
I haven’t posted on here in a while, but I wanted to let you all know that Stitch passed away unexpectedly on May 8th. He was cremated and I brought his ashes home today. He was 10 and lived a long bunny life. Rest In peace my sweet boy. This is one of the last pics I took of him. I appreciate you all ❤️
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It’s cute that my post about my cat, Stanley is still getting notes. My beloved boy did end up passing away about 2 weeks after his birthday. It’s nice that people are still enjoying his existence and memory. It makes me smile to see people still liking it.
……………………today i learned that because cancer is just your own cells going rogue, that the viral cancer dogs can spread to one another is actually a breed of dog; it is the only surviving member of its dog breed. Even though it is a viral cancer, its dna is 100% dog and the breed it came from is now extinct.
there is an asexually reproducing immortal breed of dog that behaves like a virus
a breed of dog that is a malicious disease that targets other dogs…..
what the fuck
dude, what the fuck
This is cool as fuck and I despise it.
Yeah canine transmissible venerial tumour is one of my favourite bits of Weird Biology because it’s like,
1: it’s basically an Immortal Dog and
2: this is a full on tetrapod vertebrate that has moved life history from barking, running animal to essentially a colonial, single/multi celled parasite. This is a mammal that has turned into an obligate parasite.
https://www.gofundme.com/in-memory-of-mr-b
Hi all. Here’s a little thing I made, and feel a little weird about posting…I can’t afford to lay Mr. B to rest as I’d like to, and the only option besides cremation (unfortunately, based on where I am) is throwing him in the dumpster. I really, really don’t want to have to do that. But with moving costs to pay back and an unexpected issue I’ve been avoiding fixing with my car, I don’t have money to spare for “extras” and this is an “extra”…
Thank you for any help at all. I’ve never done one of these before, so I don’t know how long it will take to raise what I’ll need - or if I’ll even get there! But even part of the way there is closer than I can get doing it alone. Share, and help if you can. If you can’t, that’s ok too, kind words are also welcome. I’ll figure it out somehow <3
Hi, followers. I wanted to check in and let you guys know that I made it to California, and am in the process of setting up my new tank (a 55gal acrylic! should be a beauty) so pictures will resume soon! This will be a longer text post, so be warned…
It’s with a very heavy heart that I also must let you know on the trip from Colorado - where my fish were staying with my good friend Emily (philly_goldies) - to LA, I lost both Marshmallow and Mr. B. I was (and still am) pretty crushed by both losses. Thankfully, the friend I drove cross-country with is also a member of the goldfish community, so she was there to comfort me as I cried watching Mr. B take his last breaths. I lost Marshmallow first - she didn’t look right when I left Colorado, and I’m not sure when she passed as I discovered that she’d died only after we arrived at our stopping point that night in Utah. Mr. B was still doing ok, though a little stressed, so I pushed through and rebagged both him and Chai in clean water for the next leg of the trip (Salina –> Vegas). If anything, I expected that Chai might not make it since she was barely breathing and side-sitting.
Marshmallow was given a “burial at sea” - suggested by Dana - and we pushed on through Utah with little issue. We never left the car in the sun for too long, because my two cats were also in the car. We got to Vegas in good time, unloaded everything, and I go to check on the fish. Chai looks awful, like she’s not going to make it, so I immediately get her into clean water. I paid attention to her first since she’d been doing so badly the previous day. Mr. B looks ok from what I can see, but I quickly notice after I change his water that he’s not moving one side of his body (for reference - I packed the fish as if I were shipping them in Kordon bags, separated by layers of filter floss in a small cooler that sat on top of the center console in my car, bungeed to the seat backs so it wouldn’t move; at night I would put the fish in tupperware containers with new water, so they could have more space and air circulation). I try to add more prime, cool him down, nothing works. All I can really do is sit there and watch him die. Thankfully, he was almost gone, so I don’t think he suffered much. Of course I just sat there and kinda lost it, I started crying holding his little tupperware. I’ve had this fish for 5 years - he was older than my cats! More than anything I wanted him to make it and it seemed like he was going to…until he didn’t. I kept thinking I should have left him in Colorado - this was all my fault, the stress was too much, etc. - Dana was there to offer hugs (then we had to go to dinner…I felt bad because I made us a little late for the reservation) and make me feel better as best she could. She helped me realize that if two fish had died on the trip with me, where they weren’t being bounced around or anything, they would definitely have died in the mail. I chose the kindest option I could, to give them the best chance.
I found a portable air pump in my car that I hadn’t used for years, and got batteries so I could hook it up in Chai’s tupperware. There wasn’t much else I could do, but I felt like I had to fight for this one last fish to make it. I bagged up Mr. B and put him in the hotel freezer - he’s in my freezer now, at my new place, until I figure out what I’m doing with him. He was really special to me, so I was thinking maybe I would have him cremated. Oddly, the thing that most put me at ease after his death - made me feel less guilty, and better overall - was my friend back in Boston who said a prayer for him and Marshmallow to St. Francis - patron saint of animals - for safe guidance into the hereafter. I’m not religious (though I do have a theology master’s! lol) but for some reason that made me feel 100% better. Whatever works, right?
Anyway, there is a happy ending to all of this: Chai made it to Los Angeles with me! She was not doing great when I unloaded her here and to be honest, I didn’t have high hopes she was going to make it. But she rallied, and is doing just fine now. This fish has been through some shit lol…she arrived at Emily’s almost dead because the seam broke in her Kordon bag, and she had no water left to breathe in. SOMEHOW she lived through that, and a trip from Colorado to California where two of her tankmates died. Her pompoms are pretty big and I’ll need to trim them soon (they interfere with her eating), but I’m waiting to let her recover from moving stress first. One thing at a time.
Of course, the fucking snail made it from Boston to LA with ZERO ISSUES and no water changes. I feel like it survived out of spite but whatever, it’s going into the new tank, too.
And for a last little note…I went to a local fish store to buy some supplies the other day, and picked up my acrylic tank - the owner gave me a great deal on LED lights since I was buying a tank, too. I couldn’t help but take a look at the goldfish tanks…and my heart may have been stolen by two little babies who have yet to be named :) Pics to come soon! As always, thanks for your love and support, guys!
My cat was put to sleep on Monday. I was woken up when my mum needed someone to hold onto him so she could use her hands she found him crying in the bathroom unable to support himself. Less than an house later he had a seizure that lasted 30 minutes and he was completely unresponsive after that right up until the end. The vets were amazing I really didn’t expect them to let us in with the pandemic but they were lovely and let us hold him.
He is now burried in our garden behind a bench under a privet hedge arch.
I feel incredibly guilty for how he went, he has been struggling for months and I’m not sure he has been all there for a long time but my parents never listened and never took him to the vets despite him being in pain and clearly struggling. I know part of the reason was they were scared he wouldn’t come back if he went but I feel like I should have pushed harder. He should have had a peaceful end, which isn’t what he got.
He was an incredibly special cat and will be dearly missed. Please enjoy the video of him playing his favourite game with the tap. My mum was less impressed by the cat being on the counter .
Spike 28/02/2005 - 07/07/2020
Be at peace now.
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Ugh day at work. Tired. Feeling Ugh.
Walks into apartment
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I realized that I have friends on here that aren’t on other platforms.
Dakota died yesterday. he colicked, but the impaction was probably from tumors he had that seemed to have spread into his abdomen. the vet came in the morning and gave him fluids and pain meds, and even tho the prognosis was poor she said to give him the rest of the day and see. he died about 4 hours later, next to his favorite scratching tree. i held his head and talked to him and kissed him in his last moments. it wasn’t peaceful, it was scary and traumatic and even with earlier pain meds probably painful, and i feel so terrible about that. i didn’t want his last day to be his worst day, and it was, by far. but i was there with him, and even tho his final moments were bad, i was the last thing he saw and heard and smelled. i comforted him as best i could. i watched the life leave his eyes.
i cleaned his feet and held them one last time. they were the feet i learn to trim on. i brushed his mane and tail and cut a little bit of each to keep, as well as some of his fur. i kissed his bad knee, the one everyone thought would be his eventual downfall, and thanked it for carrying him and never failing. we buried him with a branch from his scratching tree, some redbud and dogwood flowers, and a small purple flower that david found. i wrote him a note that i tucked into his halter and put a picture of him from this past winter in there too.
i sat on his mound of dirt until the sun set.
i had him for 18 years. he was two months shy of 36.
i miss him so much.
Princess is being medicated to help ease her symptoms and pain. She’s still gonna pass soon, idk HOW soon but. The meds are helping a lot with symptoms, at least! She’s visibly way more happy and energetic than she was last week, her sinus drainage has all but stopped whereas it was overwhelming her before, and she’s eating!
I’m just glad to have a little more time to like. Plan, spoil her, process all this. I’d hate for her to go while still choking on snot and boogers, so I’m glad that eased off. There’s been too many times in my past where we had to put an animal down on the spot and I was so afraid of that, especially since Bambi was at work :(
She’s on strong pain killers and CBD as well as a steroid and something else for infection so hopefully she’s not miserable!!!
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Y’all I am not having a good night. I lost my 15 year old cat from childhood two days ago and everytime I close my eyes to try and go to sleep I just keep seeing the whole process of him being put down over and over in my mind. It’s like my mind is on a constant loop of seeing the life go out in his eyes and then seeing his limp body just laying there. I’m so glad I was able to be there for him in his last moments but this fucking sucks and I miss him so much.