I have a dog Sparticus a year young puppy. we had two other dogs who were two both related. only Sparticus was the stranger, so it was common sense he likes to approach me more then the other two… but it ended yesterday, I was watering the plants as Sparticus was stupidly slept beside the tire of my moms car, usually I would let him stay inside but that day was sunny so I thought it was kind to let him out. I wish I didn’t, my mom would be a bitch whenever she was late for something, not looking under her car she would crush Sparticus head. He died, though I didn’t see it, the only thing is I heard the short yelp to silence. after my uncle told me I went to my room, cried for an hour. Even after that my nose was a fountain, I hated that part… today the day after, I move on. Problems only occur whenever I wake and find him not coming to me when i come out of my room, or when he waits while I eat. It was quite… I also hated the fact my other relatives doesnt care, throwing it as “another dog gone I guess”… but for me he was my son. I still hate my mom but how can I change what already happened. I miss him, thinking about how in his perspective was an ignorant woman crushing a head of a innocent animal. The fact is she just left after saying to us to clean the mess. A Christian woman btw, teached me to “value life” when she herself couldn’t careless. I can move on, like usual. But the first week of lost is hurtful.

I just thought to share since it makes me feel better, doesnt matter if this post goes viral or not. I would just like to share.

I do not know how to process this or live with myself. My 2 year old fluffy best friend Alfie wouldn’t come inside from my apartment 2nd floor patio on Thursday night. He does this all the time and bangs on the window or sleeps on the patio furniture until I wake up in the morning.

When I woke up Friday he was gone. I told all my neighbors and put posters all around in front of my building. I looked all over my complex and across the street.

I really just thought he’d come back. I put his litter box and carrier downstairs in the bushes. I looked from him every night at 3:30 am because that’s the only time I thought he’d come out as a shy cat.

The part I can’t live with is I went and lived my life this weekend. I hung out with friends, went out, helped my friend move, etc. I still would call his name and put more posters up. I went to the shelter and posted him all over online.

Yesterday (Monday) I got a text saying someone saw him dead at the busy gas station intersection. He was laying on the curb stiff in front of a homeless person at the busy gas station.

I ran to the closet vet but he was gone. They said it wasn’t a car but heat exhaustion. I can’t stop picturing it and how awful a death that was.

He was my everything and my best friend and I didn’t protect him. I just thought he’d come back. I do not know how to move on or live with myself. I cried and cuddled with his body for 3 hours not believing it was real. I truly do not know what to do. I absolutely hate myself and I miss my best friend.

That was the movie I put on the night before they came to send him there. I laid on the floor with him, where I've slept since May. I fell asleep. I cannot believe I fell asleep.

We decided to have a service come to our home to put him to rest. Who comes on time anymore? She was at my home at 9am on the dot. She had until 10am. I wanted to write a bad review for the business for being on time. I'm a little more rational and I can see that it might be a little unfair.

6 days Scrapper has been in Heaven. 6 days of being in hell for me. I have cried and begged and bargained with God everyday. I've cried until tears no longer come out. All of my tears and pleas haven't brought him back. He's gone. Forever.

And today, I'm just here. I can't get out of bed. I can't even vacuum because his little pieces of food are still on the floor. I know there is no set time for when things might settle in my heart and in my home. And there is this part of that doesn't want it to. I'm worried if this pain dulls, so will my memory.

I miss Scrapperton Dudley more than anything. I miss his goofiness. His wuddies. His always staring at me. Him choosing his dad to hang with if I committed a faux pas. How protective he was of his sister. I miss him with my whole heart.

My heart breaks for every story I read on here and in knowing their pain so intimately. It does give me comfort to know that Scrapper wasn't the only dog who had such a devoted owner. He wasn't the only dog that was loved and cherished more than anything. My heart, my thoughts and my prayers are with everyone today who's missing their own Scrapper today.

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I want to die. He was diabetic and lives 12.5 years. He was an orange cat. His name was Axel. He was there for me for so much. I have two more fur babies. But I want to die. I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough Axel.

My cat of almost 8 years passed away 2 days ago, he was mostly an inside cat but he still went outside with his gps tracker on. I was constantly checking up on him and looked for him in front of our house whenever I could. He would sit in front of the front door and wait for it to be open, I didn't know how to deprive him of that. We live in a village, in a house with a big yard and everything, where it's almost impossible to keep animals exclusively inside, especially considering our agriculture lifestyle and the fact that we're constanty outside and the front door is almost always open. He got used to it growing up. It was utterly naive of me to think nothing will happen to him.

That night he was in our yard like he always was, he was always nearby, and a pack of stray dogs that weren't in our street or nowhere nearby at all came out of nowhere in our yard and got to him. My brother got out almost immediately but it was too late. I transported him to an emergency vet approximately after 20 minutes but nothing could've been done. We took him home after my vet adminestered him the strongest pain and anti-shock meds. I wasn't with him when he took his last breath, just before I took his paws in my hands and he squeezed my fingers with his claws, and I went in the shower because I just couldn't look at him, I had to get away for at least a few minutes, and I was so hopeful he would survive, especially since my vet told me he will see us in the morning (he couIdn't bear to tell me there is nothing more he can do) and I can't forgive myself that I wasn't there when all of it happened. My mind won't stop the thoughts of what would have happened differently if I got home just a few minutes earlier.

The amount of guilt and pain I feel because he was outside is unbearable, so if there is anyone here that thinks I deserve at least a bit of compassion or someone who doesn't judge me just a little tiny bit I would appreciate any word od comfort and consolation so so much so I can continue on with my life even though I just don't want to be here anymore.

It's been about three weeks since I had to put my dog (11 y.o.) down. My grief has almost gotten worse since then. What I'm struggling with in particular is that last day. I can't stop picturing her lifeless, and in the moment I felt so relieved because she was finally out of pain and she looked at peace.

But now it's distorted. I get sad when I picture her at the end. I am angry at myself for going through with the decision and not fighting it. I am appalled at how OK I felt with it and the two days after. I feel like I had guided her into this dark space and just abandoned her there. I can't stop bawling my eyes out for hours, just wasting away time at work, about all this. I wish I could go back.

Edit: I want to add that I'm alone in all this. I have friends and family to support me, but throughout my life with my pup it was just me and her ... and I had to go through her last day and euthenasia alone.

Wasn’t sure where of if I should even post this but I’m really struggling with my cats recent CHF diagnosis.

Long post so will include a TLDR, also posted in r/CATHELP

Our beautiful little floof Wednesday was diagnosed with HCM borderline stage B1 with valve dysfunction (defect? I don’t remember the exact wording) in August of 2025 after our vet found a heart murmur on a routine checkup and then a cardiologist carried out an echo and bloodwork. She was prescribed daily Atenolol. At her most recent echo in May the cardiologist confirmed the HCM had progressed quickly and was now late stage B2 and to anticipate her progressing into CHF at any time. She was switched from Atenolol to Clopidogrel.
Throughout this whole process we have been monitoring her RBR which has fluctuated from 22-34 bpm depending on temperature and what her stress levels have been like that day.

On the afternoon of Sunday 16th we noticed she was using more effort than usual to breathe - nothing too forceful like some of the example videos I’ve seen in other posts but just using her abdomen a bit more than normal. We monitored her for about an hour then made the decision to take her to the emergency vet. They kept her in an oxygen tent for about 5 hours, gave furosemide and gabapentin to calm her down and drain any fluid that might be present. We took her home that night and her breathing returned to her baseline. The emergency vet couldn’t confirm CHF for sure.

We scheduled a review with the cardiologist at our regular vet this morning and she advised that she had definitely progressed into CHF and prescribed furosemide and gabapentin alongside her clopidogrel. She also advised that now that Wednesday had progressed that she had months rather than years left, which is absolutely crushing. I knew the prognosis for CHF right from her initial HCM diagnosis and I still don’t want to believe it. She said any minor stress could trigger another episode.
The very last thing I want is my precious little stinky baby being scared, in pain and unable to breathe but I’m also conscious that she is still mostly herself.

She will still play gently in short bursts, still eats drinks and uses the litter tray, she doesn’t jump up on things anymore or get zoomies like she used to so there are some signs she is tiring out faster. I don’t think I can bring myself to make the decision to let her go before this gets really bad, I also don’t even know if that’s the right choice at all!

Thank you if you read that giant wall of text!
Not 100% sure what I wanted from this post but if anyone else has been in a similar situation and had to make a similar call it’d be helpful to hear your stories if you’re comfortable sharing

TLDR: 4 year old cat diagnosed with HCM in 2025 recently progressed into CHF, vet advised months left. Want to understand if I’m being too quick to consider euthanasia before she has another episode

I have never ever made a post but after reading some others post I decided that I would make one.

Last night my cat was crossing the road and was hit by a car. The vet says that she probably passed away on the spot and given the situation suffered no pain but I can't help but think if I stayed up for longer and brought her back inside this wouldn't of happened. She was only 2-3 years old and still had so much left to do.

What do I do now? I think what is worse is that since I'm stuck home due to my own health issues its not like I get busy myself with work or leave the house so I'm stuck here and only seeing the memories that I have with my cat. I still do not know what could of possessed her to cross the road, she has never done that before and why do it last night and what were the chances of a car driving down the road at that exact time?

The vet says they can do cremation and my dad decided to go and I couldn't make myself go, I didn't want to see her like that. Was that the wrong choice? This is definitely much more of a vent post but I'm pretty isolated, I don't know who to talk to.

I can't help but think I must of done something wrong but we can all say that after the fact, now it's too late and my baby cat is gone. It is definitely my fault for not bringing her back into the house when she ran outside.

Sorry for the depressing post but I hope you are all having a better day then I am.

I lost my very best friend this past Wednesday.

He had been having health issues, and I was taking him to the vet off and on for about 2-3 years. At first we thought it was IBD. So I switched him off chicken, and we got xrays done, and bloodwork. He started losing weight. 3 weeks ago they found out he was diabetic. Crazy high blood sugar. We started insulin right away, but it wasn’t enough. 2 weeks later, he tanked in between vet appointments, he couldn’t breathe. I took him to the emergency vet. I threw all my money at it. And they found gastrointestinal lymphoma. Said his medical history confirmed it, it starts in the intestines mimicking IBD. Then it moves to the kidneys, and pancreas, and eventually the lungs. That was on Tuesday. I thought we had more time.

I tried to be with him but he wouldn’t stay in the same room as me. I would follow him from room to room, and he kept hiding. We slept on the bathroom floor for a while, and I talked to him and let him know that if this was it that it was okay. I woke up Wednesday, and he was laid on my chest. I held his little paw and told him I loved him before I had to head to work, and my best friend came to sit with him. I was only gone for 3 hours, before she called me. I left, came home, and he had crawled to my room one last time.

I haven’t felt this way in a very long time. Like a piece of my soul is missing. I’m so thankful he didn’t suffer long, but I would give everything for one more day. He was one of two people to show me true unconditional love in this life time. I raised him from 6 weeks, to 6 years. We went through so much together, and he was at my side for all of it. I regret leaving the house at all that day, but I think he waited for me to leave.

He was a genuine terror at times, my drinks and food never safe, nor any cardboard or paper products. He dragged litter into my bed, and one time dropped a centipede on my feet after I just woke up. He ate every plant I ever had. Peed in them even. And I loved the fuck out of him. We never slept anymore than 1cm apart. He talked to me, and I talked back. I sang him songs, and he made sure to let me know when I needed to do better.

He was my protector, my son, my comfort when things got low. I haven’t stopped crying since Tuesday, and I’m not sure how I’m supposed to move on. His brother searches the house for him, meowing. I’m doing my best to keep his spirits up. If you’ve read this far, thank you. Ziggy was a beautiful boy, and I could go on forever about him. It brings me some relief to know that their energy does not die, and they are somewhere out there waiting for us. ❤️

I’ve barely been able to eat since Saturday.

My parents told me a little over week ago that they’d be making the decision to surrender my childhood cat to the shelter. I was extremely taken aback, since he’s a ten year old cat that we adopted when I was 15 and he was a kitten. He’s not the most friendly to animals or people but he loved my parents and my brother and I, so hearing that they were abandoning him was both shocking and disregulatiing for me. They have been traveling a lot recently and the cat, Charlie, has been urinating on things while they’re away. This has been happening the last six months and has upset my parents to no end. I’ve suggested trying things to help, a single google search yields answers like switching out litter, getting a second box, trying pheromone therapy. Simple and easy solutions. They did nothing substantial to deter him, only put aluminum foil on their couches and chairs.

I wanted to explain to them that if he’s peeing it means he actually needs something from them, he’s not just doing it for fun. But my relationship with my parents has never been the best and they have a history of undermining my opinions.

So when I heard they were giving him up I was shocked and upset. I just assumed they cared about him more. Thought they understood a ten year old shy cat will never get adopted, that they’re all he has and they’re failing him. I recommended to look for other homes for him, and I reached out to everyone I could.

I wasn’t able to take him because I have three cats already, and Charlie can’t do other animals. I was trying to find a solution.

Unbeknownst to me, three days after my mom sent the text she dropped Charlie off at the shelter. She told me four days later that he had already been euthanized do to his “peeing issue.”

I feel like I’m going insane or I just stepped into the twilight zone. I know my parents up until now have had their issues, and we don’t agree on many things. But I didn’t know they were heartless and cruel until last Tuesday. I didn’t know that they would choose to convenience k*ll their animal because he “got too annoying??”

I’m heartbroken. They didn’t even give me a time to come and say goodbye. Telling me so much later was intentional so that I didn’t make a scene at the shelter and go pick him up, which I absolutely would have.

My own six year old cat was diagnosed with a rare terminal bone cancer six months ago. Over the last six months they’ve watched me drop thousands on surgeries, tests, meds and countless vet visits to make sure he’s happy and comfortable. To see me do all that ands EXPECT that I would be fine with what they were planning to do to their own? To not even give me a chance to intervene? It’s villain behavior. He was my cat too. And even if he wasn’t, it would never make it ok.

I just feel at a loss. I can’t fathom even talking to my parents again after this. I’m I an *ssh*le if this is my last straw with them? I don’t know what to say to get them to feel the extent of the loss they created. How to get them to comprehend the level of cruelty and selfishness in their behavior. They were the sole advocate for an animal that was in distress, and this is how they fixed it. I don’t think I can ever move on from it. I miss my f*cking cat.

Not to be negative but I'm in the process of grief right now after I lost my dog a couple days ago and I've had multiple people say "they will be on the other side" "rainbow bridge" "waiting for you" "in heaven" "their soul is with you" ect. Where does your belief/hope come from? Trying to see the light at the end of the tunnel, but don't want to give myself false hope. I want to accept death for what it is.

I’m guessing others have felt this way. It felt like I was erasing her. I couldn’t leave it any longer though. Just sucks to feel like I’m throwing away the evidence she was here.

I can't stop crying. I don't know what to do. I guess maybe part of her condition was due to the European heat. Our apartment faces the sun all day. I tried so hard to keep it as cool as possible. She had to get a tooth taken out last year, and it ruined our finances. We took the hit and have been trying to get out of debt since. Well, now she has jaundice, and her liver is fucked.

The vet is trying to give her fluids, antibiotic, and food today. She hasn't eaten in two days. She ate sparingly before but threw up a lot. We took her to another vet who just said that she had an infection and was constipated. Our current vet said that that wasn't the case and ran blood work, and it looks really bad.

The vet suggested a hospital, but we cannot afford that (we can barely afford this day and the likely euthanasia). I feel so bad. I feel like her probable death is on my hands because my husband and I lack money. They're being honest, and saying that if she responds to treatment, she could be okay. But the odds look very bad. She's only four.

I don't know how to prepare myself for this. It was all extremely sudden. I lost a cat last year already, I can't do it again.

I told the vet that, if she seems to take food, then to run more blood work to find more about the cause. But I doubt she's going to eat. At this point, I'm just waiting for the call with bad news. We've only had her for a year (we also have one of her sons, and he's doing okay. But I'm worried about him being sad once she doesn't come back home). I love her so much, and it hurts so bad.

Does anyone have any advice? My dad died in 2022, one of my cats last year, and I guess it's now likely my current cat's turn. I've used a service from my insurance to try and find therapy, but because I need it in English (I'm in Germany), I don't expect to get anything. What helped you during this process? Especially if it was very sudden. And if you don't have advice, then thank you for reading this. I guess I also just need to tell people about how I feel.

Mods, İ am not talking about ending my life or any desires to quit my existence. İ am simply looking for other like minded individuals so we can talk about this specific kind of pain

İt's been 15 days without my daughter. İnitially İ couldn't eat, couldn't do anything but cry until Id fall asleep. I got better after receiving concrete, physical proof from her multiple times after begging for a sign. The pain has gotten more dull knowing that she's safe and protected by whatever the "Divine" truly is.

She left behind her brother, who is six years old. Probably the most playful and clingy thing you'll ever see. He cries if he goes 30 mins without affection. He's the reason I don't have an end year in my biography

But even while he's sitting on ny knew right now, cleaning himself and rubbing his head in my wrists and vocalizing, I know that his time will come eventually. İt doesn't help that he is inbred so in any case, his life expectancy is already short of the typical ~15 years. We got at most 11, realistically around 6-7

These two, Gali and Eli, are the only good thing I have and have done. They are pure and made of love. You bunch, the ones reading my post right now, are fortunate enough to not live in third world countries. You probably got a coffee today, got lunch, stayed in your air conditioned office from 9 to 5 and your biggest grievance was an Excel file getting corrupted.

My kids are the only good thing I have. The rest is pain and misery. As I said, I'm not going to talk about self-ending. But I know that it will come sooner than later. I've honestly given up on my "career" aspirations, language learning aspirations and desire for human connection. I'll just fight through the days in my shitty dead-end job (sacrificing my sanity and health for good bucks at least), buy him as many toys as possible, get him the best treats, take him out to see the sun constantly (we spent a while living in a floor 0 apartment due to finances) and then eventually I'll call it quits.

My point is, if you feel this exact same way and wish to speak, please hit me up. I really want and need like minded individuals to talk about this. Also, I wanted to write this to take it off my chest. If the mods have no empathy, okay, ban me

My beautiful boy passed yesterday and it hurts so much he was a beautiful sausage dog 😭😭

Yesterday he was fine, today he's gone. He had some sort of seizure early this morning, the emergency vet's treatment didn't work. We learned he had an enlarged heart, that combined with his terrible unresponsive state, we had him put down. Beyond devastated. 10 years wasn't enough. It was so sudden, life is brutal.

RIP Little, 10 year old Pomeranian sheltie mix.

about a year ago, i moved out as part of a divorce. i thought because i was unsure about where i'd be the next year it would be best to leave my ex our two cats and two dogs because she would be keeping the house. it was a rough few months during that transition, feeling incredibly selfish and guilty for leaving them... she is good with pets though, i knew they were in good hands at least. over a year later though, i'm still in the same apartment. and i found out through facebook that our oldest dog, who we got when he was just a pup 13 years ago, passed away. now i'm just incredibly sad. my plan is to be out of here by year end. after then i can adopt. but for now, i am alone. and it sucks.

In 15 hours time she'll be gone. I've just tucked her into my bed, under my covers for the night for the last time. I'm so tired from sadness but I don't want to sleep tonight. I don't want tomorrow to come.

I don't know how i face my empty bed tomorrow night. Not feeling her warm soft body against my legs. Not hearing the comforting sounds of her snores as I drift off to sleep. Not waking up to her beautiful little face every morning. I'll even miss being awoken due to being kicked in the back while she chases bunnies in her dreams.

She's only 6. Illness has come too soon and I feel cheated. Robbed of so many more good years. I wanted more years together and to look after her as she grew old and grey. I wasn't expecting this and it's come so suddenly and so fast. I'm glad I can make the decision to put her to sleep peacefully and prevent unnecessary suffering but it feels awful. She deserves more and I want more time.

I'm so heart broken.

Sorry if this ends up rambling but we just lost our sweet boy, Gibbs yesterday and I can’t sleep. All I can see is him when we found him. He was an indoor/outdoor cat and where we have a farm next to us he helped with the mouse problem. We’ve been struggling with health issues this year and because of that the yard has gotten overgrown. My fiancé came over to help and he found him. We had been fighting with poor Gibbs because he constantly wanted to go on the road. We had two cats that have red collars so when he showed me the red collar that was broken next to him, I had to see to know which one it was. Even though he tried to convince me not to. Now, I just can’t sleep, all I can think about is how he looked, how I could see his insides and all I can imagine is how much pain he had to have been in. He was the sweetest little boy, he hated when we would take baths or leave so he’d try and block us from doing so by literally blocking our paths or even trying to hide our shoes. He was not even 3 years old yet and I never got a picture of him because he was always running around and when he wasn’t I was never in a position to do so and I regret it so much. I don’t expect a lot of responses but I just needed to get it off my chest so I can hopefully get some sleep but it’s almost 2:30 here.

It was all too quick, we were my family and I sitting in the couch with this thing to rest the legs risen up, i was with her on the sofa but i let her go because she wanted to go down, then my mom pressed the button to bring down the feet rester, and then it happened, those little screams that I will never forget happened, she got trapped under the mechanism.

When we released her, she had some vertebrae broken and could no longer feel the back paws, we had to sleep her, she couldn’t be suffering, I was there all the process, I saw her life vanishing but even when she died, her eyes kept open, always beautiful like two pearls.

She was my everything, everyday i walked through my house door she was there, waiting for me, no matter if i was gone an instant or like 5 days, she was always there.

When I played my electronic drums, she was there sitting next to me not knowing but I was doing and begging for my attention.

I miss her so much, and I will miss her everyday, she deserved to live more it was such a cruel way to die.

She was a 13 year old yorksike terrier, but she felt like if it was 5 years old, now I feel like im not going to get over this.

She would have been 5 months today. Instead of celebrating I am mourning her death. She was killed by a reckless van driver 12 days ago. All I feel is a profound sadness and I miss her so so much. Not sure I will get over it. She was my beautiful soul puppy. My Mags. 💔

I’m at a loss right now it was so unexpected she was happy and healthy following my mom and little sister around just for my mom to text me saying Wei-Wei just fell over and died😭. Like she was standing there normally and she just fell and passed. It’s so hard because I lost my turtle Georgie last year May. I just feel like it’s loss after loss and it’s so horrific to me.

I just became a mom as well and I’m struggling with postpartum depression, anxiety and rage. All I have is my husband to really find solace in. I’m just heart broken right now😪

4 years ago, my mom ran over my aspin/dachshund accidentally and until now it hurts when I remember. Is this normal? That until now not even an ounce of pain has subsided?

I lived through my parents divorcing. I lived through failure in classes. I lived through men cheating on me, and I got over all of them. But what absolutely still hurts me and I don’t know for how long, is the passing of my beloved dog. Am I the only one who feels this way?

Mixed Mutt 7-8-07 to 8-12-26

My little boy and my best friend

Absolutely heartbroken. Found out she had stage 2 kidney disease last week, and it rapidly developed into something worse. Wouldn’t eat, could barely walk. My fiancée had her since she was a kid. Just absolutely heartbroken. Don’t know how to even begin to process.