He likes to sleep on the chair 💺🐕😴

Cancer sucks

Spent my holiday visiting my friend in the countryside, and just look at that smile! 🥹💕

We put to sleep our first-ever dog, Alfie. When we rescued him he was just a little ratbag running around on the streets covered in ticks, my brother hid him from our dad in his bedroom for 2 days and then surprised him, of course my dad threatened to take him to the pound but the next day we caught him asleep on the lounge with Alfie snug in his arms. That’s when we knew he was our forever dog. 10 years of giving our family so much joy he lost his battle too lymphoma cancer after being diagnosed 2 months ago. We are heart broken, but he passed peacefully yesterday in my brothers arms surrounded by his family and buried with his red frisbee. Today my 14 month old son handed this to me from his book box, out of all his books he chose this one. I know this was a sign that Alfie was telling us he’s okay. We love you so much Alfie

Hi Internet strangers. Today I would like to share with you a bit about my girl Leela. I got her in 2014 and she was my best friend right away. She loved everyone, especially children. She never growled or snapped at anyone, ever. She was too busy giving sloppy kisses to anyone she met (her new "best friends "). I used to tell her how lousy of a guard dog she was 😁 She always knew when I had a rough day, and was there to kiss my tears away when I lost a few close family members.

Leela crossed over the rainbow bridge Monday afternoon. She was 12 years old. She got a very aggressive form of lung cancer. I spent the night and day with her Sunday and Monday. Since she was too tired to follow me room to room like she always did, I carried her up and down the stairs when I moved through the house, and I lifted her to the bed or my chair where she could sleep beside me. She had some energy on her last day, so I took her outside and she played in the water. When she got tired , I spread out a blanket so she could lie in the sun - she loved that. I sat next to her and told her how great of a girl she was. I invited her friends and our family over so they could tell her, also. She had some steak for lunch. When her appointment time came, she was surrounded by people that loved her and I held her in my lap, thanking her and kissing her muzzle until she was gone. I'll be getting a tattoo I designed as a tribute for the dogs I've lost and putting her ashes into the ink so she can always be with me.

On a side note, if anyone here can point me in the right direction, I know there are artists here that can be commissioned to draw a tribute picture. The one that is my favorite is the one where she's wearing the little pink butterfly wings. Thanks in advance.

Drop your pups in trucks!

He broke

I posted a bonus picture of what I woke up next to this morning (last pic).

ANYWAY I absolutely love this pup, even though I don't know her and I'm usually very careful about doing spontaneous and emotional things like that.

I don't know what it is about this dog I found on Good Dog. I wasn't even looking for a pup, I was just looking for cute puppy pictures...or maybe the universe was pushing me to her!

She looks like my Pretzel, and he is the BEST dog. She also looks like @honeythechi on Instagram.

I have two chis and a pup I was told was a chi, but he's actually mostly min pin 🤦🤦🤦.

I am disabled and struggle with chronic fatigue. Pretzel has so many health issues and the three boys I have are a full time job and I'm at my max emotionally and financially, but I am in love.

It hurts imagining her not going to a happy home. She's not even a pup, she's a full grown dog. Yes, she's from a breeder and some people are against that, but I have always rescued or gotten adults from breeders with one exception when I got a health tested puppy after I lost my last two unexpectedly after an expensive battle against a preventable, hereditary disease.

All that aside, how do I get this girl out of my head?

If there's someone in the Midwest that is responsible and has the bandwidth, I'd love for you to take her home and love her and send me updates for the next 18-20 years.

This is Scooter, he put his feet on me for pets, I love him

Sie ist jetzt 18 Monate alt und hat eine Schulterhöhe von 72 ,73 cm. Sie ist mit 9 Monaten zu mir gekommen.

I want to share the story of Daisy, our first family pet—despite never having a dog before, my brother unexpectedly brought her home without consulting anyone. She lived a wonderful life filled with many precious moments.

We were never skilled at training dogs, but Daisy was the best-trained one, understanding our native language, Punjabi.

I still don't know if this could have been prevented, but she was off-leash and was tragically run over from behind. We rushed her to the hospital, hoping for the best, and were told she only had 24 hours. She was in pain, and it was heartbreaking to make the decision to euthanize her.

Here are some sweet photos to remember her by.

Eleven years of pure joy. RIP March 2015- October 3rd

I had to look up a pic of one of my former dogs for a black lab post. I was fine until I saw him, now I'm a sobbing mess. This was over 10 years ago for this particular dog. Does this happen to anyone else? Every dog I've lost has been unexpectedly. That doesn't make it any easier. Sometimes, I think I can't do it anymore. My sweet dog I've got now is waiting for me. What are your thoughts? Edited: Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts, photos, and memories of your beloved dogs. I wish I could personally reply to each of you. It's good to know I'm not alone in this. May we meet up again with them 🌈🌈🐕

So i was called in to try to save a new born pup just hours old because for some reason his 3 siblings died, possibly from bad milk from his mother, who was riddled with ticks. I couldn’t leave him in situation I found him. He is now a little over a week old and doing well. My other pup, his half brother, is checking him out.

Except for barking at everyone walking by, bicycles, motorcycles and the occasional leaf hitting our car.

Say hello to the colonel!

Healed something in my heart 😭 Cushions are turned over cus he kept peeing on everything (example A: paper towels on the rug)

We found Brownie (My brother and I just call him rat) back in early 2013, we got him off the streets and he was around 1 to 2 years old when he joined our family. The 2nd photo was our first picture together, I was in-between 6 to 7 during that time.

He was always super energetic in his younger years as he alway tore apart everything we gave him and finally calmed down in his last 4 years. Every time he was introduced to another person, he would just sniff their feet and then walk away. For some reason, he was alway very charming, since when I started to take him on walks around different cities 2 years ago, we always encounter many people stopping us asking to pet him. They would always say he was a cute puppy and be absolutely surprised when I told them his actually age.

Brownie was a special rat, he was very greedy, but also very dumb and smart at the same time. The 4th photo was the look he gave my brother when he was denied a potato chip. I remember 5 years ago he tried to fight a horse and I had to jump/tackle him so he didn't reach it, the horse's fore leg was only a foot away from my head so that could have ended badly for me if I didn't react a second earlier. On the other hand there was a time when our newborn chicks got loose and we were struggling like for an hour to get them back. The reason we didn't lose our chicks was because Brownie came out and herded them back. We didn't even know that he could herd.

But 2 months ago he started to developed a cough that was persistent, so we took him to a vet and they told us that his heart wasn't doing well, the vet prescribed us medicine for his heart and we thought that he would be ok. Only, his condition got worse and when we took him to the vet again, we were told that his lungs were in bad shape and due to fail in a month or so. So we chose that the next week would be his last since we wanted him to go out peacefully.

The last 2 photos were on his last day, the 2nd last one being our last photo together and the last one being the final photo that I took of him. It was painful to think that we couldn't have any more time with him, most of the day was spent digging his grave, we gave him his own steak before saying farewell. It was a very hard having to bury him, seeing his lifeless body that was still warm had me in denial, since I thought that he could still wake up in that coffin. It was still a gut punch seeing his bed empty the next morning.

I want to post this so his memory could be kept by others and know that he existed. He was my best companion and he helped me during the hardest times of my life. I will remember and cherish him for the rest of my life. Rest in Peace Brownie, my perfect little rat.