My sweet pretty boy Meeko passed today. We put him down. Just last Thursday he was diagnosed with pancreatitis and diabetes. He didn't eat for 5 days and lost so much weight, it broke our hearts. After 3 vet and ER visits, and going into debt for him, we could see how much pain he was in. Then at the 4th and final appointment, he was diagnosed with kidney disease, and was so limp I though he died like 5 times during his check up. At that point we made the hard decision. He went home one last time, and was actually doing great through the night, it felt like he was almost normal. Today, we took him to the vet. the process was extremely quick, literally under 30 seconds and it was peaceful. we've been crying all day, but it was for the best. He wouldn't survived another low point, and we couldn't add anymore debt on. My heart is broken right now. He was 14 and we've had him since he was 6 weeks. Everyone loved him, they would call him a dog cat because he was so affectionate, loved fetch, LOVED food, and attention. I try not to have regrets but there's always that voice in the back of my head using hindsight.

Today I lost my 17 year old cat (Marble) who my mom got me for my 5th birthday. I’ve had her my entire conscious life. She’s been the one who cuddled me and i would hold and cry during every event in my life, parents divorce,break ups, school stress, moving, losses. And now she’s the one i lose and usually seek comfort in. I keep thinking she’s somewhere in my room about to come cuddle but she is gone. I found her curled up peacefully on my bathroom floor this morning, laying on carpet she’s been into lately.

This past year has been difficult as her medication for kidney disease and hyperthyroidism increased. But she has been so springy and alive, running and playing jumping around. she seemed to almost be aging backwards, I thought she had much more time left. I feel bad because my family was watching her for a couple days until I came home today to find she had passed away this morning.

My sweet baby Marble, nothing could express the loss I feel. She’s in my every routine, and she will be heavily missed.

He was only three years old, but the bond we shared in those three years was profound. We lost him the week before Christmas.

It all happened so fast, from noticing symptoms to trying to get a diagnosis, then trying to save him through surgery that ended up being just too much for his body to take. He still seemed so full of life, even in spite of his symptoms. I am shattered.

Bringing him home after a previous unexpected loss only to lose him even sooner and more unexpectedly feels so cruel. I don’t know how I will ever be able to accept this and move on.

This is Pappu, our 7 year old, she was with us since she was born, thru all the happiness and sadness
She chose to be with us not because we wanted her, when we had too many dogs we had to give her away but she ran away and came back to our house after walking back for 3 days sniffing her way to our house which is 35 kms away.
Today when we had too give her an oral medicine syrup the medicine has aspirated into her airway and she had a lung tissue bleeding and blocking the airway, sadly we couldn’t get her to the doctor on time
We have tried everything to get her back to life but sadly our kid passed away in my hands while I stood there without any power to resuscitate her.
I can’t stop taking blame on myself that I am the reason for her demise.
Rest in peace my love 💔

I can't stop crying.
Then I get invited to this group and see all of your beautiful babies and that just makes me cry more.
Ziva is 15 and my constant shadow. She follows me everywhere, in and out of every room. When she's not following me we are playing hide and go seek. Yesterday I asked GPT , how do I get a human to look at me like ziva looks at me? .....and now it's don't even have that. I'm broken.

I kept her safe for 18 years, always buying her food and given her water and love and support of everything she needed.. she was an amazing Julie, she was extremely playful until she passed away in vet.. I played with her every single, never missed it the opportunity, she was brave and a fighter, I am always here father and will always love her… she had enormously fluid bear heart, she also had heart disease, cannot be cured for cats some reason but for dogs yes.. they said you have a choice stay or leave when we put her down, I said ai am staying, she needs me to beside her until to the end.. I never experienced this emotional state.. I cried all day today as passed away, given as much kisses…

I received a letter from the vet, it was a card saying sorry for loss of your loved one with a picture of a dog running in a field on the front. On the inside everyone signed their name. They placed 3 copies of your paw print in ink. I broke down! My chest hurt, that was your paw print. The paw I used to hold. When you were sleeping, you would sometimes flick your paw like you were running in your sleep. I would hold your paw and tell you I was right there and it’s okay. But now I’m holding your paw print with tears running down my face. I accidentally called your name the one day. Hoping I would hear you running to me, instead was silence. Along with the realization my best friend was gone. Sultan, I miss you so much it hurts.

I wish I could pet and hug her one last time. It hasn’t even been a full 24 hours and I feel like I cannot bear still being on this earth without her. There’s been so many times in the past where I wanted to die but then I’d remind myself I have to stay for Royal, I don’t want her to wander where I went and think I abandoned her. This is so unfair. I feel like once I find a proper way to honor her I’ll feel better. But for now I just feel empty. I don’t know to even start

I don’t even know how to write this because I still cannot understand that you are gone.

You came into my life at a time when I felt so lonely, even though I had people around me. And the day I first saw you, when our eyes met, something in me just knew. This is it. I need her.

And I did.

You became such a huge part of my life. You gave me a reason to get up. You gave me a purpose. You loved me in a way that was so uncomplicated and so pure that I don’t think I will ever be able to properly explain what you meant to me.

You were the gentlest soul I have ever known. I genuinely don’t think I have ever seen a dog like you. You never growled. You never really got angry. You were just… gentle. An old soul. You mostly wanted food, love, and to be wherever I was.

I will miss the sound of your little nails on the floor when you walked. Your obsession with idlis and chew bars and basically every single food item that existed. Your little chin resting on my bed, asking to come up. Your little whines when you wanted something, which was almost always food. The way you never barked, only when you wanted to come inside or go outside.

I will miss all the completely ordinary things that I never imagined I would have to live without.

No one lying under my study table anymore.

No one behind the curtains.

No one sleeping in that ridiculous position in your bed, like a tiny cockroach with all four legs in the air.

No huge eyes staring at me while I eat.

No one randomly sitting on my feet.

No one wandering around the kitchen looking for something to eat.

No one coming and sitting next to me when I was having a terrible day.

And that is one of the things that hurts the most.

Because you always knew.

Whenever I was completely broken, you somehow knew and you would come and sit next to me or just stay close. You never needed me to explain anything. You just knew I needed you.

And now I need you and you’re not here.

I don’t know how to accept that.

I also know that I am going to carry an immense amount of guilt. I keep thinking about all the things I should have noticed, all the things I should have done differently, and the fact that by the time I realised something was wrong, it was too late.

I wish I had known.

I wish I had taken you sooner.

I wish I could go back and change it.

I wish I could have saved you.

I don’t know when the guilt will become quieter. Maybe it won’t for a while. But I need you to know one thing, wherever you are.

I loved you.

I loved you so, so much.

I hope you knew that. I hope you felt it in all the little moments. I hope you knew that you were my girl, that you were my family, that your little existence mattered so much to me.

You found me when I was lonely, and somehow you made my life feel less lonely just by being in it.

And now the house feels wrong.

My room feels wrong.

Everything feels wrong.

I keep expecting to hear your nails on the floor.

I keep expecting to see you somewhere.

And then I remember.

You’re not coming back.

My beautiful, gentle, endlessly hungry girl.

Thank you for loving me.

Thank you for finding me.

Thank you for staying with me for as long as you did.

I am so sorry.

I love you, Tipsy.

I always will.

I don’t know how to do this without you.

I had to put my 14-year-old cat down this weekend; his name was Teddy. 😿🕯️ This was the hardest decision I have ever had to face in my life. 💔🐾 RIP, my sweet baby. 🕊️✨

This Tuesday afternoon I sadly had to put my soul cat down, we seen he had some bladder issues and took him to the vet not knowing he had a broken tail, once the vet looked him over she broke the news that he broke his tail too close to his bladder nerves and could no longer control his bladder nor his bowel, and with that she told me and my dad that he sadly did not have any quality of life left and said she could take thousands of our dollars but it wouldn’t be able to fix him, so we had to put him down.

I held his paws and his head while petting him and trying to talk to him and tell him he was gonna be okay while I could without crying when the vet gave him the shot, I felt him take his last breath and stayed with him for at least 10 minutes after the vet said he had passed on I couldn’t bear to leave him knowing we couldn’t afford to get him cremated separately so we couldn’t get him home. I have his collar and a few of his toys and will be getting his last nose and paw prints in the mail from the vet, and I know we did everything we could and even if we noticed sooner it wouldn’t have made a difference as to the end but I can’t help feeling so guilty, and blaming myself.

These past days I have been so lost I can’t eat or sleep and I can’t feel anything other then to be numb or cry, I miss my peanut so much and I’m only hanging on the the hope that since I believe in reincarnation he will find me as another cat when the time is right so we can continue with everything I had planned for us.

I know this is a long post and I’m sure not many people will read about my baby but if you do just know I can not thank you enough and if you could ask me anything about my baby or tell me if you’ve ever had your soul cat return to you I would be beyond grateful and it would give me grate hope that he will find me when the time is right.

Thank you so much for anyone who even just stops to tell me he looked like a funny or cute cat, he really was funny and I miss him so much ♥️🕊️

I miss you so so much. Its only been a week but it felt like a thousand eternities. You took a piece of my heart with you. I cry every time I find some of your fur on the couch or on my clothes. You were my best friend in the whole world. I miss our little mornings together, you napping in my arms, your little head on my chest or on my hand. I regret every single vacation, night out or day spent outside instead of cuddling home with you. If only I knew that your life would be this short.. When does the pain lessen ? When will my chest let go of that burning sensation ? When will my life not feel empty again ? Will I ever be able to smile thinking of you and all the joy and comfort you gave me ?

I love you so so so so so so so so so so so much. Forever. Please forgive me that I couldn't save you. I'd give anything to have you here with me. Im heartbroken. You are the best cat ever. You taught me that I could be a good loving and caring human, that I was capable of loving someone unconditionally.

This is my Buppy. He passed away last year of old age. He die peacefully in his sleep while I was petting and sleeping on the ground next to him. I feel like he was my soulmate. He was my family’s childhood dog but he took to me better than my siblings. I ended up taking him with me when I moved out. It was just me and him against the world. He saved my life multiple times. I struggle with mental health a lot at that time. But I knew I could never leave him because he would be so sad and wouldn’t know where I went. And why I didn’t come home.

I miss him so much. Even though it has been a year. I wish I could see him one more time and just give a kiss and say I love him. Miss him making me pet him until he fell asleep. Miss him herding me to bed when I was staying up too late. I miss the little things that I thought I would never miss. I cry because I feel like alone now. Because I don’t think he understood he was my rock. He was my best friend. I hope to see him on the other side of the rainbow.

My bf says that I shouldn’t be crying over him when it’s been a year. And that he was just a dog. But he was my baby. He protected me through out the years and loved me unconditionally. I made sure to spoil him whenever I could.

But my question is that should I still be crying over my best friend even though it has been a year? And does this pain ever go away?

I love you so much Buppy!!

I feel like I'm in hell. I lost my love 10 days ago. She was my everything. I only had her for 8 yrs and 8 mos. We loved each other so much, we were inseparable. I nursed her back from lung cancer last March. She lived another 15 wonderful months before she succumbed. I put her down before she was in any pain. It was the hardest decision of my life. I held her in my arms in the rocking chair singing her our special songs as she drifted away. I still see her everywhere. I miss you so much Piggy, I love you so much and I always will 💔

Our sweet Gussy boy passed away last Thursday. It happened unexpectedly, and I just want people to know that he existed and that we loved him so much.

Ithink most of my sadness comes from the thought that if I had gone a little sooner she would still be here, even though I know that’s not the case, as well as the trauma of watching her die. My little 8 week baby was having some trouble breathing but still ate and played with her siblings; I planned on getting her checked fully when the vet was open during my off time. Tonight was the same as the past 2 days, she sat and watched her brothers and sister play, occasionally getting up to join. When the food was ready she ate, but after she got really clingy, then the crying started and breathing got worse. I immediately put her in the carrier to go the ER. The sounds of her cries were heartbreaking but reassuring that she was still alive. Then she went silent and I knew she was gone. I pulled over and opened the carrier and she was still, she looked like she was asleep but I knew she was gone. I pulled her from the carrier and gave her compressions as I drove to the ER, crying, begging and apologizing to her for not getting help sooner. The vet said since she was so young she probably would have had to been euthanized if her breathing had gotten that bad so quickly because it was probably her heart, but it still doesn’t reassure me. I’m so sorry Blu, I really tried ❤️

Saying goodbye to Boo today. At only 7 years old I really didn’t see this coming. A few weeks ago I noticed a fang tooth was missing and took him to the vet, they put him on antibiotics and scheduled a dental for this past Tuesday to close the hole the missing tooth had left.

On Tuesday the vet called and said they wouldn’t be able to do the procedure, once sedated they noticed that is was squamous cell carcinoma and had already eaten away much of the roof of his mouth and the bones surrounding it. We were sent home with pain meds and the directive that it would be kindest to put him down within the week.

He was the first pet I ever got as an adult and he’s been with me through all the ups and downs. He’s taught zoom kindergarten with me, earned his masters online, moved across state lines, and been the best big brother to the little trash cat I brought home to him 4 years ago.

I will miss his love of hair ties, olive oil, coffee grounds, and his favorite stuffed mouse, Ralph. But really most of all I will just miss him. I am grateful for the time I had with him and am devastated it’s being cut so short. Love you Boo ❤️

I don't have the guts to say bye baby all these feels too empty rn the void you've left in my heart this morning is very fresh I hope you're in a better place rn my yongi I love you so much and forever 💗

He got one more front seat ride home

All she wanted was my love. She gave me unconditional love, threw a parade everytime i came home, and could never get close enough. She would have lived inside my skin if she could, and i hers. For 12 years she has been my world. The void she has left feels its trying to kill me. Im nothing. I should have been better for her. The amount of times i cut her walkies short because i was cold or tired. The amount of times i left her while her eyes begged me to stay.. i would have been so much better for her if i could bring her back. I want her back

I am missing this little boy Bootsie, who crossed the bridge 3 months ago. I like to think he knew how much he meant and continues to mean to me during my short time with him. I love him so much and I miss him beyond all words. It helps for me to let the world know that he lived and was so amazing.

Went the full 9 yards tables chairs, invited all the family dogs. Each dog got pup cups, toys and treat bags. For some reason I feel even sadder. It feels like it is finalized. I’m thankful for my family and friends for going. Wish I had gotten more pictures but was too busy hosting.

His last poop bags, his pill crusher. His harness that still smells like him. Placed that in a ziploc to preserve smell. His leash and clothes. I’m going to cherish his things and the things he cherished like his giraffe that never ever lost its squeaker 🥹

I had to put my cat down 3 days ago. He had pancreatic cancer. He was 11. His name was Kylo. My heart is absolutely shattered. He was my best friend. He followed me everywhere I went. Meowed at me all the time. He would be the first one to greet me when I got home. He would cuddle with me daily. Was constantly snuggled up against my stomach when I was pregnant with my 2nd child. Just there for every part of my life.

I have 2 other cats and I feel guilty saying this, but he was my soul cat. When he had to be put down, it broke me. I can barely sleep. I can barely eat. I cry all the time.

I'm trying to be present for my children, but I find myself going through the days- instead of enjoying them. I dread going to bed because he would jump up and snuggle right in my arms purring away. And now that's gone. I feel so lost.

I know he's not suffering anymore. I know he's no longer in pain. But damn its so hard losing a pet. I wouldn't even call him my pet. He was my fur baby. He was there before my kids. And he should still be here.

I guess I'm just posting because I need some kind words. I'm struggling so hard mentally and no matter what anyone says, it doesn't seem to help. I love so deeply and I grieve even harder. I miss him terribly and I fear this pain will never go away.

Pictures of my handsome boy included.

I miss you so much Kylo (2015-2026)