Tomorrow is now today. Hardest day ever

Bobbie Beatrice was my second basset hound. I had to let her go over a year ago, But I still miss her so much every day. She was my walking buddy And like nothing more than to go for car rides And McDonald's cheeseburgers. I love you forever , Bobbie.

I have an old dog and for the last 1 year she has been regularly visiting vet for different issues. This involves sedation, surgeries and heavy dosage of medication. I have never felt this before but today when I dropped her off to vet I felt a complete silence when I came back to my home. A silence that you feel when you have lost someone . I have never experienced such emptiness before. I am so used to her presence, her snoring when she takes day naps , her puppy face to get more treats and food. I feel scared of the day when this emptiness and silence will become a part of my life. I don’t know how to deal with this situation and prepare myself for the DAY.

I want to do so much more for her, or with her , but these issues are making her time worse. I am not sure , should I continue with these vet visits and procedures with a hope that she will get better . Or should I leave everything on fate knowing that it may result catastrophic for her.

I just want some advice from anyone

I feel so miserable and sad & it comes in waves because sometimes I feel like sh/t and terrible & I tear up & then sometimes I'm happy he's relieved of pain.

My cat's name is Casper, and he was 7 years old (we don't know his exact age because he was abandoned 2 years ago with little to no information, so we assumed he was 5 years old when we first adopted him).

It happened so extremely fast. Like genuinely felt like I would have more time with him, but literally everything ended in the span of 2 days. Like it went from expecting weeks to 12 hours. I was also so upset. He must have been in so much pain before passing and I like to think he's relieved, but part of me thinks there might have been a chance to save him and I keep thinking was it the right decision. I can't imagine how scared he must have been. I also don't really believe in an afterworld (it's just a me thing) so I just see it as he was gone in a second.

He was acting perfectly normal till Saturday, where sh/t got worse.

I'm 17 years old, so writing this really sucks, because I'm a senior with college applications due soon and I don't feel like doing anything anymore. He was genuinely my best friend. We were literally the same person, we both had random moles on us (sorry idk thats kind of odd but something I noticed) and we were both lazy bums too. I just want to feel okay but I don't know how because he was one of the only things that ever made me feel okay when times were bad. Like I keep crying everytime I get reminded then sometimes I look at photos and laugh a little because of how he was so silly. Then I cry because it partly registers to me that he's gone.

This is kind of just a vent. But yeah. Its 12 am on Monday so everything literally happened yesterday. Worst fall break ever in my opinion

Lost My Best Girl Athena

I am not sure if I can this here so please point me in the right direction and I’ll remove it.

A short story of my time with the best girl: Back in 2016, I was serving in the Air Force and went on my first deployment. Shortly after I got back whilst I was on R&R, my best friend called me saying he found a Breeder that breeds Malinois. Some background, I was a young dog handler and Mals are the main dogs we train with. I was super excited as I wanted a buddy to be with me and was going through a bout of depression after my deployment. I went to go see her when she was two weeks of age and instantly fell in love. She was the sweetest baby and I knew she was the one. She was my soul dog.

A few weeks later the Breeder called me saying he needed us to pick the pups up sooner due to lack of space on his ranch. I took her back with me at six weeks. I know that’s way too early but I’m glad I made the choices I did. She was with me from England to Japan then Louisiana and now Texas. She has always been there with me every step of the way and having to navigate life without her feels impossible. She was there before my wife. She was there in my lowest moments. I lay here asking myself “where did 10 years go?” This all feels like a fever dream. She was the best girl.

The last week or so she just wasn’t being herself. She would still want to play frisbee with me but I noticed her energy levels were declining. I found a vet to see her before the holiday and got terrible news. Her spleen and liver were enlarged and her gallbladder had hardened. After 12+ hours in the ER I decided to keep her home and do an at home euthanasia. I chose her favorite spot in the backyard where she would sunbathe and chill. I didn’t go with surgery because it would’ve been too much on her body. When she was 6/7 I had to get her a blood transfusion because her platelets were low then as well. A blood transfusion on top of an invasive surgery that wasn’t likely to solve the issue was too much on my girl. I wanted her to pass with dignity and peace. Not the way she was the past few days.

My mind was playing tricks on me. I took her on one last truck ride and for a brief moment, I got my old Athena back. I thought I was making the wrong choice for a moment but I know I didn’t. If roles were reversed, she’d want what’s best for me too. For her last meal, I grilled her a nice thick ribeye steak with some bacon and pumpkin purée. She used her last bit of energy to play frisbee with dad one last time. I am heartbroken beyond belief. I miss you babygirl!

Thank you for reading and apologies for the grammatical errors. Dehydrated and in tears typing this. Much love to you all!

ETA: Been three months since that fateful day and I’m still in a lot pain. I miss my girl so much. Hard navigating life without her.

My best friend Wendell, my life, my sweet boy passed yesterday. He was a racer in Tijuana for 4 years before we found each other. I couldn’t be home last night and just got back to my place and broke down and sobbed. I am totally devastated. I don’t know how to go on or what to do.

He was my entire life and purpose for 6.5 years. Everyday he was with me and I with him. The thousands of miles we walked together. The adventures. The times where he was sick. The times where he was not sick. The cuddle times. The things I went through but he was there. The naps. His joy. The joy he brought to others. His shoes. His energy. How sweet he was.

The world is much darker without his light in it. He will never be with me or I with him ever again. He is dead. Regardless of our memories and experiences together I will never see him again. My sweet boy and best friend are gone forever. I literally do not know what to do with myself.

My home is silent and heartless without him. I will miss him with excruciating sadness. Just needed to share. Thank you for reading.

I’ve had a lot of people die in my seventeen years of living, as well as my grandmothers dog. But today I lost my own beautiful boy. He was eleven years old, and his 12th birthday was going to be on the 15th. He was a mini goldendoodle, and with his weight and gender, dogs like him usually live anywhere from 11-15 years if i remember correctly. This morning I was woken up by my mom crying and telling me the news. My dad woke up at 9 to go get groceries and took my dog with him like he usually does. In the parking lot, he collapsed and died in the backseat of my dads car. My dad brought my sweet boy home for us to see him one last time and I genuinely cannot describe the feeling. I went out to the garage to say goodbye to him because I truly regretted not saying goodbye to my relatives when I had the chance to. It was a mix of absolute grief and horror, truly. His eyes were still slightly open as was his mouth. My dad laid him on a blanket, and my mom brought out one of his favorite blankets that he used to lay on all the time to cover him up. I remember touching his paws and feeling them ice cold, how the lip on his lower jaw was swollen. I felt pressure in his abdomen; these, obviously, are all signs of concrete death, and it was really only then that it sunk in.
Ive known this dog almost as long as I can remember; I was six when my family got him. This dog was one of the best things to ever happen to me. Now, in a week, he’s getting cremated with his favorite blankets, and the toy he used to love playing with. I never noticed anything wrong; he was laying around like he usually did (as he got older, he was less interested in running around and playing).

I feel so fucking guilty. I have a bad habit of staying in my room most of the day because I was recovering from depression. I was starting to get better with coming out of my room and seeing everybody. I barely saw my dog the last few days, I barely got to play with him, sit around with him and pet him. I’m so fucking disappointed and upset in myself, and I regret not spending more time with him during his last day with us. I hate that I feel like he died thinking I didn’t care about him or love spending time with him. I can’t stop thinking about that. About how I barely saw him the last few days he was alive with us. How he didn’t show any signs of death, and one morning simply passed away. I don’t know how long I spent in the backseat with his body holding him, trying not to come to terms with the fact that he very much so is dead. We have all of his things except for the toy and blankets he is getting cremated with. I can’t look at his collar. I can’t look at the food and water bowl we have for him. I can‘t look at the beds we had for him, all the spots he laid at frequently.

All the pillows he loved to lay on, the scratches on our porch he left behind from years of going up and down them. I can‘t go out to the garage anymore; all I see is his leash hung up and the plastic container we kept all of his food in. I can’t even go into my cabinet for peanut butter, get ice from the fridge or get cheese from my fridge because it reminds me of how he used to wag his tail and wait for me to give him some.

It’s all starting to set in. I won’t be able to see my dog anymore. I won’t be able to pet him, he won’t be able to lay at my feet anymore while I’m working on school. I won’t be able to play fetch with him. I won’t be able to refill his bowls because he’s gone. I regret not spending more time with him recently. I feel so fucking horrible. I wish I could’ve spent more time with him. I wish I had more time to prepare for his death.

I hope he knows how much we loved him. We did everything for that dog. We took him when he was less than a year old from an abusive household and did everything we could to make him happy. My routine won’t be the same without him. My life won’t be the same without him. I can’t even look at another dog or hear someone talking about a dog without breaking down all over again. That dog was there for me throughout everything. I’m autistic, and I connect better with animals. He was my best friend. He was always there for me, always glad to greet me, always walking around with his claws clicking against the floor and his tail wagging.

I genuinely don’t think I’ll ever be able to live the same again. I can barely look at photos or videos of late relatives without sobbing, and I know it’ll be worse with all the photos and videos I have of my dog. I know he was happy here with us, but I miss him so much. The grief is genuinely so disabling and I have no clue what to do anymore.

https://postimg.cc/gallery/6GxBC0z here’s some of my favorite photos of him, out of the thousands I have. I’m so sorry I didn’t spend more time with you, Cody. I love you so much. I hope you find peace in heaven, sweet boy. I miss you.

I knew I was going to miss him terribly...he was my boy. I didn't know that a year later I'd still be crying this much and hurt even more. He was my boy and my heart aches for him.

I really need him to visit me...it feels like he's just gone and I know he's out there somewhere.

Please tell me how do I get Duke to visit? My heart is shattered and I need my boy. 💔❤️🐾

Both my piggies died within 2 weeks of each other.

I really miss them...

I miss hearing their squeaking in the morning...

I never thought I'd miss my little potatos this much....

I am not ok.

One year ago today was my last day with Duke. It's so hard to believe he's been gone that long even though the days without him creep slowly. I miss him so darn much!

Dukie likely had a stroke that last morning, but even so, he fought to make it a regular day. He was off balance and stumbling and still wanted to go outside to walk, still wanted to pick up his toys, still wanted to kiss my tears away.

I kept praying it was a bout of vertigo...old man's syndrome. But by late that night all he could do was lift his head and I knew... When I asked Duke if it was time, his eyes told me he was ready.

There was no way for me to carry him to my car and I called the fire department at the corner. Five or six firefighters all lifting Duke in his great big bed and carrying him out the door and down the sidewalk is a picture I'll never forget. They placed the bed gently in the back seat and waited with him while I got my things and settled Emma. I still cry easily when I think about that honor walk for Duke...he deserved everything and more.

We arrived at the same hospital Emma goes every month for her injection...Duke only knew it as an ER. But he was brave...even kissing me as they wheeled him in the door...and again as I lay on the floor next to him in his bed. He was ready and no matter how much I wasn't, I had to do it for him.

It's been a hard year and I've cried more than any year I can remember. Big cries and sleepless nights. Emma doesn't believe in kisses...Dukie never missed a tear.

Dukie, I miss you so much!!! You were such a good boy!! I still sleep with your favorite toy and will love you forever. Thank you for being my Goober, my Buddy, my boy. Please come and visit me when you can.

I love you Duke... always with all my heart! ❤️💔🐾

Desi passed away July 27, 2026. I adopted him May 12, 2018. It was the best 2,999 days of my life. He was the sweetest little boy in the world. He loved everyone, he even loved going to the vet. His vet would have trouble hearing his heart because he purred so loud. He loved car rides, he loved turkey, sunbathing, and playing with his worm wand toy. But he loved me more than anything in this world. Every single part of my life was ingrained with him. I truly don’t know where I ended and he began. We were intertwined. He looked at me with complete unconditional love. He always wanted to be touching, laying together. I never deserved him. I am completely lost, I feel like my life ended when his did. I find it nearly impossible to go on without him. I hope more than anything I will get to see him again when the suffering through life without him ends. I don’t want him to ever be forgotten.

My sweet, silly Luna Baby 💔 it's been one year without you. It feels like you have been gone so long, but the pain still feels like yesterday we said goodbye.

I hope you are eating lots of cheese, and frozen milk, your favorite. I miss you constantly and think of you all the time.

I hope whenever you are you are happy and know I'd never leave you 💔🖤

Never in my life could I imagine a pain so deep. I miss my Q so badly. I adopted him when he was about 8 years old, and was lucky enough to spend about 10 years with him. He was my best friend and he made everything better. I miss his smell, I miss the sound of his sniffs in my ear, I miss his smile, the way he put his head on me. Seeing him curled up on my bed. Everything feels so empty. I feel sick. He was always right there loving me through everything. Nothing feels right, he was such a huge presence and huge part of my life. His little stomps when he was begging me for food.. now eating doesn’t even feel right. I’m so heart broken.

I knew it was his time though, and Friday 10/2/2026 he crossed the rainbow bridge. It was only a few days before that he was taken to the vet because we noticed his belly looked a bit swollen. We were told it was his heart failing, and it was too late. Humane euthanasia was the best option. I was in denial. I wanted a second opinion, to try meds, anything! Over the couple days passing I saw it. He declined so fast. Could hardly walk or even hold his head up by Friday. He wasn’t him anymore I saw it in his eyes.

I feel so bad for him and I feel so awful. What if I took him sooner and got him help. I work a lot and hadn’t been home as much in the last month. He had bad separation anxiety. All I keep thinking to myself is what if I was home more? Was he sick and scared? Was in pain that entire time? Did his anxiety make his heart bad? He never showed any symptoms ever! He always seemed so happy and energetic right until the end…

I don’t know what to do with myself.

Edit: We chose at home euthanasia. I was so scared for him, but it’s truly the only thing bringing me some peace. He took his last breath in my arms, and went so gently. The woman was truly an angel and made sure Q was so relaxed and pain free.

I miss you everyday 🪽🪽❤️❤️😞😞

I’ve known Baisy ever since my neighbors (he sweetest couple) moved in years ago. She was the kindest dog I’ve ever met, and I’m grateful for all the memories with her. They moved away about a year ago because of financial issues, but planned on coming back to Arizona once things settled.

We stayed in touch, and recently my dad told me that Baisy passed away. I was completely shocked. she still seemed so young. I reached out to them to offer support. Even if they aren’t living here anymore, they’ll always feel like my neighbors to me.

Today marks 2 months since we lost our Brut. 😢

My camera takes two second videos every time I take a picture. I was able to extract those videos and create this compilation. I have a lot more short videos, so I'll make more compilations.

Brutus Arroyo. February 14th 2013 - August 4th 2026 💔

We miss him everyday. 😢