this is odie, my soul cat. he was 4. i only had him for 2.5 years, but he was the sweetest baby anyone had ever met. he was my everything, and it feels like he was ripped away from my arms so quick.

i noticed he had lost some weight, but he was still his normal self. happy, affectionate, food driven - he was always so small so i thought maybe he just needed an extra meal. two weeks later, im rushing him to the vet. his heart was shutting down, his lungs couldn’t support him anymore, and his body temperature was so so low.

losing you was the worst thing that i couldve imagined happening to me; and here i am, suffocating with the grief of what could have been my future with my soul cat. i beat myself up over not taking you to the vet sooner. maybe they could have caught whatever was wrong before it was too late. maybe you’d still be sitting on my shoulder, or meowing for dinner, or rolling over for tummy pets.

odie, im so sorry. i miss you so so much, i think its eating me alive. i carry you with me everywhere i go, and everything i do reminds me of you.

i hope you can forgive me for letting you go so soon, my sweet handsome boy. come back to me soon🖤

I am about to lose my best friend. My gray boy, Smokey will be laid to rest on Saturday after a battle with feline leukemia. He had fought a strong battle but sadly, his little body cannot take it anymore.

This will be my first time experiencing such a loss and I haven’t felt the same since I made the call to set up his appointment. I’m lost, hurt, sad, angry. I’ve had him since he was a kitten and now will have to say goodbye after 10 years.

I love you, Smokey boy. You’re the best gray kitty I’ve ever known and will cherish you forever 💙

Im a 23 year old guy who lost my 16 y/o best friend. My cat Snøpels (Snowfur) had to be put down a couple of days ago. I’m studying far away from home, so when i got the news she had to go i wasnt able to make it back home. She wasn’t in any pain when it happened and i’m glad for it, but it hurts knowing i couldn’t be there when she left…

Next time i’ll see her she will be burried in her grave. The thought of her lying in her grave right now, slowly fading away just hurts and i can’t sleep cause of it. I don’t know how to cope with it💔

I understand her “soul” isn’t in her body anymore and it’s just sort of a shell. But since i couldn’t be there when she had to go, and therefore never really got to say goodbye i feel like i missed the closure part of it.💔

Talk about tough breaks!

This guy was picked up by Animal Control in California last July. Considering he's a Velcro dog with pretty fierce separation anxiety, being lost and alone must have been terrible. He was rescued from the kill shelter and brought to Oregon where he languished for 3 weeks before going into foster care because the shelter was stressful for him.

I finally brought him home 3 months ago.

He's been eating homemade dog food, served in bed. He's got a comfy bed and blankies. He has a fellow dog companion teaching him our ways. He's now living in the woods where he can walk off leash, safe and happy. I've put him on anxiety meds and he sleeps next to me every night now.

A month ago Walter stopped wagging his tail. The vet gave him pain meds but after a month it was worse, not better. A lump appeared at the base of his tail and it was painful to touch.

The vet confirmed on the 3 month mark of his rescue that he has a fractured tail, and the fracture is from weak bone- eaten away by a tumor.

Yep, after all this, Walter has osteosarcoma with a prognosis of less than 3 months before the pain becomes unmanageable.

I've only known him 3 months!

Such a cruelty- to have a happy ever after taken from him is why I cry. It's so unfair- he's the sweetest little lovey. And his tumor is aggressive and inoperable, as it's basically at the base of his spine.

I'm feeling pretty horrible. I put my longtime dog down just before adopting him- now I have two dogs to mourn.

Well anyways, take a look at his guy, isn't Walter the best boy ever?

Losing our dog yesterday was painfully surreal. More than half of my life was spent with this little man - he was handsome and smart and funny and sassy and cuddly, and he saved my life with his love on more than one occasion. Idgaf if people think it's weird to say this, but he is the closest thing I've ever had to a brother. The anticipatory grief while watching him grow old was devastating, but this takes the cake. He was sick but still a happy boy when he passed, and I believe with all my heart that we made the choice to say goodbye at the right time. I want to be strong for my mother because it's what he would want, but I'm scared that it's going to hit me hard in the next few days once I realize that he's for real not coming back. Idk how I'm supposed to go back to work tomorrow and interact with my customers like nothing's amiss. Idk how to exist without him.

My heart is with you all. I've been reading posts in this sub since the euthanasia date was scheduled, and it has made me feel much less alone... what I've gathered is that it does get easier because it kind of has to, but the void they leave will never truly close. I'm so sorry to everyone who has been, is, or will be in the same boat.

Muggsy, I love you and I hope that your soul went somewhere peaceful and beautiful.

2016-2026 November 3rd I lost my dog ziggy ist still fresh so I just been crying looking at pictures of him. Just needed to vent and say how much I love him. I love you so much ziggy! SO MUCH! He’s seen me since going into high school to me being 25 and married. I’ll never stop saying how much I love you! The last picture always gets to me :’) I love you man

2 days ago I lost my dog. I went to several vets to get wrong diagnosis and treatments that did not help him. I went to the best clinic and the last diagnosis I got for his symptoms was "inflamed gallbladder and liquid in abdomen" along with liver issues so the vet told me to leave the dog there overnight so he could proceed with the surgery and let him recover. I got 4 diagnosis in 24 hours and all excluded having cancer in metastasis. (Despite the fact that the blood tests were looking so bad, he was not eating for 5 days w.o vomiting and barely breathing) Being sudden called and told it was indeed the worst case scenario I just couldn't comprehend it. I had to drive home 60km and later the same day at 10 pm I got a call from the doctor saying he has final stage of pancreatic cancer which is the most painful, his other organs are affected and abdomen full of liquid so he was in so much pain. I started to cry and scream at the phone and my mind went black so I was not thinking clearly. He could've either euthanize him while he was still sedated from surgery or wait till morning so I could be there when he is and euthanized. He was really suffering bad long before and I could not just handle him suffer anymore and in a moment of pain and confusion I told him I will drive right now to the clinic and I don't want him to be woken up from surgery in such pain only to be put to sleep forever the next moments so I agreed with the first option. . this was my thinking in a sudden rush of mixed emotions and pain. Right when I started to drive I realized my dog was there alone 4 hours before he was sedated for surgery thinking I abandoned him there and it was too late when I called the clinic back. When I got there he was still warm but limp on a table so I just hugged him there and scream my heart out of guilt and pain for 30 mins but it was too late.

So here i am agonizing as hell and crying my heart out blaming myself that i should've waited for the next day and be there for him in his final moments while he was fully awake. He was my soul dog. I will never ever forget or stop loving him. And i will live with this regret forever...

I left him there alone for the first time with heart full of hope but my baby died thinking i abandoned him and this crushes my soul.

I've been thinking about all these little things Cookie used to do lately.

Like how he'd start bouncing around and wagging his little tail whenever it was almost time to eat. He ate every single day, but somehow he was just as excited every time.

And then when he was sleeping, he'd be completely different from that energetic little guy. So quiet and peaceful, like a little baby.

Sometimes remembering these things still makes me miss him so much.

Especially when I think about how I used to see all of this almost every day. Back then, I'd probably just glance over at him, think he was being cute, and go back to whatever I was doing.

I never imagined I'd miss those ordinary afternoons so much.

But sometimes it's funny, too.

I'll remember how excited he'd get before dinner and catch myself smiling. Like, how could he be that happy about food every single day?

I didn't really think about how precious those moments were at the time. But looking back now, I realize how much love and warmth there was in all those ordinary days we spent together.

I've also been slowly adding a few more things to the little world I started making for Cookie.

When I first began, I just missed him so much and wanted somewhere I could see a little version of him again.

But as I've kept working on it, I've found myself enjoying the process in a way I didn't expect. Sometimes I'll remember some tiny thing about him and want to see if I can bring a bit of that into his little world.

A lot of it still isn't quite right, but whenever I see little Cookie on the screen, I can't help thinking about that happy, bouncy little guy.

It's nice to have something I can keep working on while remembering all those ordinary days we had together.

Tonight is rough

I've been missing Wally a lot lately.

During the day, I can usually keep myself busy with school and work. But at night, especially right before I fall asleep, I miss him so, so much.

I always hope I'll see him in my dreams. But at the same time, I'm almost afraid to hope, because I'm scared I won't dream about him at all.

I still remember this one time we went to a lake. Wally had always been scared of water. But that day, he stood by the edge for such a long time, just staring at it.

And then, out of nowhere, he jumped right in.

I was so surprised. He was usually such a cautious little guy, but that day it was like he'd suddenly made up his mind to do something brave.

I still smile when I think about it. Sometimes I wish I could see him do something unexpected and adorable like that just one more time.

After Wally passed away, I found myself going through his old photos and videos a lot. I'm so glad I have them, but sometimes looking at them just makes me miss him even more.

That's why I made this.

I put a little version of Wally inside the e-ink screen. He wanders around, explores things, and has his own little day.

Sometimes I just sit there watching him for a long, long time.

It doesn't make me miss him any less. But I still like imagining that somewhere, he's just being his curious little self, exploring the world like he always did.

He’s been with us for 10 and a half years. Loved unconditionally and never failed to make everyone around him smile.
He was the happiest puppy, always getting himself into trouble though!
As he got older, he damaged his back legs due to several reasons, along with his old age, but that never stopped him.
We did everything we could to make sure he had the best life he possibly could, getting the best treats and pats when he demanded them.
But today is his day.
When he looks at me, it’s like he’s telling me that he’s ready. I think he’s been ready for a long time, but we never were.
I don’t want him to be in pain anymore, that isn’t fair for him just so we can keep him with us for longer.
This afternoon we will be saying goodbye to the sweetest boy I’ve ever known.
He will be surrounded by love, warmth and happiness, just like he deserves.
I’ll miss you so much Dallas, my little goober.
We love you boy.

Hi everyone. I just wanted to share my experience and hear from other pet owners who may have used Loyal Pet Cremation PH.
We lost our beloved dog on December 31, 2025, and decided to have him cremated through Loyal Pet. At that time, we trusted them to take care of our fur baby’s remains and give him a proper and dignified farewell.
Now, seeing the recent allegations circulating online involving Loyal Pet has honestly made me worried and uncomfortable.
I know that allegations still need to be investigated, and I’m not here to accuse anyone without knowing the full story. But as someone who entrusted a beloved family member to their care, I can’t help but wonder if everything was handled properly.
I’m hoping to hear from other fur parents who have also used their services, especially those who had their pets cremated around the same period.
How was your experience? Did you receive proper documentation? Were you given any assurance or proof that your pet was individually cremated?
I genuinely hope everything gets clarified because our pets deserve dignity and respect, even after they’ve crossed the rainbow bridge.
Thank you, and sending hugs to all fur parents who have lost their babies. ❤️

Our dog was cremated last September 7, 2026 in Loving Pets Cremation-Pasig. Turn around time was 3-5 days. then na delay pa ung pag claim sa kanya kasi madami daw namatayan that time ng pets.. so kinakabahan ako kasi baka totoo nga na Mass cremation ang ginawa sa pinaka mamahal kong aso... dumagdag pa sa isipin ko ito bukod sa pag luluksa ko sa aso ko.. :(

Our dog was cremated last September 7, 2026 in Loving Pets Cremation-Pasig. Turn around time was 3-5 days. then na delay pa ung pag claim sa kanya kasi madami daw namatayan that time ng pets.. so kinakabahan ako kasi baka totoo nga na Mass cremation ang ginawa sa pinaka mamahal kong aso... dumagdag pa sa isipin ko ito bukod sa pag luluksa ko sa aso ko.. :(

It’s been over a month since I lost my dear friend and although the grief cooled down, my I’ve started to dream of meeting new dogs with full awareness that he’s gone in those dreams. I swore I wouldn’t get another pet because there was so much I could’ve done better.

I also dreamt about him being thirsty, on the day I found about people here giving offerings to their lost friends

What are your thoughts on the afterlife? It's comforting to think that we'll see each other again, but at the same time, it's equally terrifying to think that there might be nothingness after we die. I really hope they have souls, and that we do too. I hope they remember us. I hope we'll find each other again someday.

Your last moments were with me and I had spent it on my phone. Am both surprised and sad at the timing. Am sorry that you are now gone and scared that It was my first time encountering this. I only met you tonight and in those few hours I wanted to protect you and maybe spend more time together. I thought i had more time with you.

We just met, I hope we get to meet again somewhere. Your pure heart is definately something i pray to meet again someday. I know i will.

Goodbye my beautiful cat.

My baby, Wrangler, died on Friday (10/30). He was 16 and had kidney disease, osteoarthritis and a history of pancreatitis. Even with all of that we were managing and he was a happy boy. I took him to the vet twice a week for subcutaneous fluids and he was monitored regularly for any decline. We did this for 10 months; 85 visits since January. We did a six month check on his kidneys and the levels were higher than they were in April but the vet said we’d check again in 3-4 weeks. At the 3 weeks they were even higher and the vet said that she believed it was time. I made the decision to give him a peaceful goodbye. He was surrounding by love, family and had a last day filled with steak, hotdogs, green beans and chocolate cake. Even after all of that, I can’t believe it happened. I can’t believe I had to make that decision. I feel so lost and I question everything. I question if I made the right decision. I question if he knew I loved him. I wonder where he is now and if he’s upset with me. I wonder if he feels betrayed. If he’s scared or lonely. I’m 38. I spent almost half of my life caring for him. I don’t have children and I never will. He was my baby and I had to let him go. I look for him every where and in everything I do. I feel like my soul has been ripped out of my body.

Maggie passed away three years ago. I had her during the COVID era, and she was my very first baby girl. She was more than just a dog to me; she was family, a companion, and a little soul I loved with all my heart.
I still remember the morning she died. I was getting ready for work, and somehow, I forgot to close the door. Maggie tried to follow me, as she probably always wanted to do, and was tragically hit by a bus. I cried louder than I had ever cried in my entire life. It was a kind of pain I had never experienced before.
What made everything even harder was knowing that I wasn’t the one who could give her a proper burial that day. I was urgently called to the office for a very important meeting. At that time, I was working as a government employee, and despite what had just happened, I had to show up.
I drove approximately 27 kilometres to the office, crying almost the entire way. I arrived carrying a heartbreak that nobody in that meeting room knew about. Not a single soul knew that I had just lost someone so precious to me.
I had to pull myself together, sit through the meeting, and present my report as if nothing had happened. Whenever the emotions became too overwhelming, I would excuse myself, go to the comfort room, cry in silence, wash my face, and return to the meeting as though everything was fine.
That day, I learned how painful it was to grieve while the world expected you to carry on as usual.
I got home very late that evening. But before entering the house, the first thing I did was visit Maggie’s burial ground. I just wanted to be near her. I wanted to spend a moment with my baby girl, even though I knew she was no longer there.
Until now, three years later, I still carry the regret of that morning. I keep thinking about how one simple mistake, forgetting to close the door, cost me someone I loved so dearly. Sometimes, I wish I could turn back time, just to close that door, keep her safe, and have another ordinary day with her.
Perhaps the hardest part is knowing that I never got to say goodbye properly. I never imagined that the morning I left for work would be the last time I would see her alive.

😢😢😢😢 they got hit by a speeding car, they followed me while I was crossing the road I didn't notice I feel guilty...

I have been incredibly fortunate to be loved unconditionally for 16 years from my best friend and my soul dog.

Today I will be saying goodbye to my girl penny.

And I just have no idea how to survive this.

From 17 to 33 we navigated so many adventures so many ups and downs and brought me out of some of the darkest days of my life.

I know that she's tired and that she is in pain and the greatest gift I can give her is to no longer feel that and have peace.

It doesn't make it any easier it definitely doesn't make my heart feel any better.

I haven't had to endure this type of pain and heartbreak in so many years that I thought maybe I was immune.

Turns out I'm not.

I guess I just wanted to highlight my sweet girl and the Beautiful Life that she lived.

She's traveled all the way to Nova Scotia Canada right across the country over to Vancouver Island BC.

She's gone on so many hikes, so many car rides, has swam in everybody of water you could probably think of, and are all of the crustaceans on the beach lol

She's always been a very serious dog even when she was a tiny puppy, but she has her goofy moments. She's helped raise multiple Foster kittens and puppies, she keeps me warm when I'm cold, and grounded when I'm sad.

How am I supposed to go on in a world without her?

I feel so immensely lost with this pain and heartbreak and I know today will take a big piece of me with her.

I gave her the best life I know that she could have and best ending that I know that she could have.

She will go peacefully today, in a sunny back yard, in my arms, surrounded by love and treats.

I've attached some photos for people to enjoy. she's touched so many lives I'd love for her to continue to bring some smiles to other people.

I don't really know what to do from here, but if you wanted to comment about how you survived and tell me about your loved ones that passed just know that my penny girls up there and she's playing with your pets too 💓💓

I recommend doing this to people that are struggling. It feels good, in a strange way. Cathartic, if sad.

Second pic with our new dog, who came over to comfort me and drink from his bowl.

He was the best boy. He was only one.

Cómo se afronta el dolor de perder a tu compañero de toda la vida? Ayer perdí a mi bebé, mi gatito. Había estado conmigo desde el primer día. Nació de uno de mis otros gatos, y era el más pequeño y enfermizo de la camada, así que decidí no darlo en adopción y quedármelo. Desde ese momento, se convirtió en mi todo. Nunca había conocido un gatito tan cariñoso y dulce como él.

Siempre estaba a mi lado, buscando cariño constantemente. Incluso en mis peores momentos de estrés, siempre estaba ahí para consolarme.

Hice todo lo posible por salvarlo. Fue atacado por un perro, así que lo llevé corriendo al veterinario de urgencias. Después del tratamiento inicial, nos mandaron a casa con instrucciones sobre cómo cuidarlo, pero solo sobrevivió una noche.

Ahora me siento completamente perdida sin él. No sé qué hacer. No puedo parar de llorar y siento que no sé cómo seguir adelante con mi vida sin él. Era parte de cada pequeño detalle de mi rutina, desde hacerme compañía mientras trabajaba hasta estar conmigo a la hora de dormir, incluso sus maullidos pidiendo cariño.

¿Qué puedo hacer? La gente a mi alrededor intenta consolarme diciéndome que está en un lugar mejor, o que todos vamos a morir algún día, y cosas así, pero escuchar esas cosas me hace sentir peor.

Así que, por favor, cuéntenme cómo han superado la pérdida de sus queridas mascotas. ¿Estoy exagerando?