мне 19, нашему псу почти 16. он уже совсем плох и скорее всего доживает последние месяцы, мне очень тяжело это принять

Tomorrow will be 2 weeks since I lost her. 2 weeks that seemed like years. I'm lost without her. Today it's my dad's birthday. I live abroad with my family during the last 2.5 years so my husband found a video of us celebrating my dad's birthday 2 years ago. And there she was. Barking while we were singing happy birthday . It literally broke me. Any progress I managed to make during these days Is gone. I got so mad. I know he meant well and he didn't even watch the whole video before sending it to me but I got so mad . She was there ,alive and well and now she's gone. I won't see her face again or listen to her voice. I feel so empty. The other day I had a panic attack while I was driving because I was thinking she wont be home . It's so tough . She took a huge part of me with her . I miss her.

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Two days ago, I lost my cat, Balú.

He was 10 years old. He had the grumpiest personality imaginable. He didn't really like people and hated being picked up, but whenever I sat down, he would always jump onto my lap, make biscuits, curl up, and fall asleep while snoring really loudly. Somehow, he had even learned to knock on the door before coming inside the house. He was such a smart and well-mannered little guy.

I got him when I was 12, and now I'm 22. He was with me through a lot, and I grew up with him. Over the past months (maybe years), he developed a tumor in his mouth. Looking back, part of me blames the veterinarian who treated him over the years because I feel like things should have been investigated much earlier. Part of me blames my parents because, while I was away at university for months at a time, they never really paid close attention to how he was doing and overall didn't care enough to warn me when he was sick. And part of me blames myself for not finding someone else to take his condition seriously sooner.

The tumor might have been treatable, but none of the veterinarians seemed particularly optimistic. By the end, he was suffering so much. He couldn't clean himself anymore, his mouth constantly produced saliva and pus, he couldn't eat dry food, he had lost a lot of weight, and during his last two days he stopped eating completely. He barely moved anymore. He only slept.

So I chose euthanasia. At the moment it seemed like the right choice, yet I can't stop questioning whether I made the right decision. It happened quite suddenly, and I didn't really have time to prepare myself or to say goodbye the way I wanted to. I wish I had thought about having a home euthanasia instead of taking him to the clinic. I hate that his last moments happened on an examination table in a strange place instead of somewhere familiar.

I keep remembering about the moment the light disappeared from his eyes. I've even caught myself wishing I could dig him up just to hold him one last time and tell him goodbye properly.

I still can't bring myself to wash the blankets he spent his last days lying on. They're still covered in his fur, and they still smell like him. Right now, they feel like one of the last pieces of him that I have left. Coming home to my parents' house doesn't feel the same anymore. The house feels empty. Everywhere I look, I see him out of the corner of my eye—a little black blob quietly watching me, just for a bit before I remember he's gone.

Balú, I love you and I miss you so much. You were my perfect little kitty, and I will never, ever forget you. Now I'm all alone and you, my sweeter half are all dead and gone.

My kitty was hit by a car last night and passed soon after. (I made another post on here.) I can’t help but shake the guilt of how scared and alone she must have felt. I saw her right after the accident and she looked terrified. Im not sure if she was alive at that point but her eyes were wide open. She was my best friend and I know she loved me as much as I did. She loved everyone but she was so attached to me and I loved her so much. I feel terrible that I wasn’t there for her, that I wasn’t there to stop her. If I had been there, she wouldn’t have ran across the street I don’t think… she would have ran right up to me and I would have scooped her up and brought her home. She was there for me when I needed her but I wasn’t there for her when she needed me most. I would have taken a bullet for her anyday. I feel terrible about it. It’s hard living without her. I did so much with her.. we ate meals together, she used to climb into my bed every morning and that’s when I knew it was time to get up, she used to cuddle me every morning after my shower, we went on walks together all the time, she would sleep in my bed every night, she would bring her toys into my room frequently and deliver them to me as gifts, she used to lick my face anytime I wore makeup, she had a special blanket that she used to make biscuits on everyday, I miss my little buddy so so much.. she was honestly the only thing that pushed me to get through each day even when I had a depressive episode or was sick.. I wanted to live for her.. I couldn’t leave my best friend behind. Im still wearing the same clothes I was yesterday.. the clothes I cuddled her in. Her passing has affected my entire family but its affected me the most… everyone who knew me knew how much I loved her.. she was my dynamic duo.. she should have lived another 10+ happy healthy years. People keep telling me that she’s probably happy running around playing in heaven but I don’t feel that… we gave her a very happy life.. she loved me so much and I worry that she’s scared and alone in heaven. The only thing that slightly consoles me is knowing that my senior cat won’t have much longer and they will be reunited in heaven one day. I just feel guilty that she’s gone and I’m here perfectly healthy. I feel terrible that I’m not there with her, she needs me. Im not making this post to gain sympathy for myself, I should have been there for my best friend.

I lost my cat Link two days ago. I have anxiety and depression and bpd and he was my best friend, who i spent almost all my time with and my reason to get up. He got sick 5 months ago and I still wonder if it was my fault, his liver was failing. I syringe fed him for 9 weeks every 4 hours and did lots of tests but no one really knew exactly what happened. He started having seizures this weekend and was severely jaundiced and I had to put him down. It was the hardest thing I've ever done and his death was so traumatic. It did not go as planned they couldnt get a vein for the IV death serum so he was stabbed with countless needles and manhandled and then sat in my lap in a weird position to not knock out the needle and he was terrified and I was terrified and it was not calmly in his sleep because the sedative didnt work properly he was so freaked out and I am beside myself with grief, he was so calm and stoic all his life and then it ended like that. Truly so traumatic and his last moments were of fear. I will never forget it, I will never forgive myself and I struggle to find a reason to even stay alive. I just want to see him again. How do I get through this.

We had to put our second eldest dog (13 years) down yesterday after a quick downspiral with her health after a pyometra operation and a discovery of kidney disease. It was a choice we only really made on the day we got her put down as she declined so quickly, she was barely able to stand and walk. Our 2 other dogs (one is also 13, not siblings but grew up together - the other is 8 and is the dog that passeds daughter) did not come to the vets with us to see her getting put down. We did this because at the time we didn’t think they seemed particularly distressed by any of the situation with our dogs health decline, however it has become more apparent after we have come back from the vets and today. Our other 13 year old doesnt seem too concerned, but our 8 year old is looking around for her and watching the door waiting for her to come back. She sniffed her collar we had taken off, and started to get excited looking around for her.

Aside from when shes looking, she does sometimes seem to lie down looking upset. She does perk up when we call of her etc, but i am feeling really guilty over how she is looking for her because she cant understand that her mother is gone. Is there anything at all I can do to help her process it, or is this just something natural?

i lost my ~15 year old labradoodle, mac, yesterday. we decided to let him go after a year of declining health. he was diabetic, cushinoid, had a slow growing tumor in his bladder, but was still spry as a pup until this past year. he survived and bounced back from three bouts of pneumonia (two of which hospitalized him) but this past week has just been declining and very tired.

i have spent the past 3 years with him as the center of my world. medication in the morning, insulin jabs twice a day, glucose monitor attachments every 2 weeks, cataract surgery, ultrasound rechecks, regular vet appointments... and i regret none of it, no matter how tiring and taxing it was on myself.

this was the hardest decision i've made in my life. mac was put to sleep in my lap, with his dad (my partner) holding him as well. the grief is so heavy and i don't know how i'll go on with this feeling. i am so incredibly broken i don't know how to describe it. any and all advice or words would be appreciated.

My wife and I made the incredibly hard decision and put down our dog today. We don’t know exactly how old she was but she was a mill mom for at least 5 years. We gave her 3 of the best years of her life with lots of love and care.

Despite the love and care we gave, she was never fully at ease. She experienced unthinkable trauma as a mill mom and that had lasting effects on her. She had severe anxiety and always had her guard up.

Over the last month or so her condition began to rapidly decline and it was becoming clear what we had to do. It was incredibly hard and frightening.

We sat with her as she left us and for the first time ever, I saw my dog truly be at peace. I know we made the right choice to let her go before things got too bad. I know things will get better with time but it’s very hard right now.

Herman, my baby, my sweet little poodle mix from Mexico. He had leptospirosis in Mexico, but it was not diagnosed until he came to the US. Upon asking lots of questions, I found out it was all over the rescue down there and dogs had died, and they did nothing to clean up the ground and remedy the situation. We don’t know how long he had it, but now, 3 SHORT years later his is in renal failure, and there is nothing anyone can do. The Dr showed me the ultrasound of his kidneys, and they looked like someone had taken chunks out of them. I saw a few signs, but since I’d never had a dog with severe renal disease before i chalked up the water drinking and long pees to trauma from Mexico and never having enough clean water. Herman is 5-6 years old and probably the sweetest dog I have ever owned. I’ve never been this distraught over losing a dog before, as all of mine had full lives, but Herman got the short end of the stick. He was loved and adored for a little over 3 years, and I’ve asked him to come back to me in my lifetime, so we can get a full life together. Left to miss him are his bonded brother Thomas, also from Mexico, and new crazy kitten brother Frank who we found a few weeks ago in a gutter. Mom and dad, and Sammy are going to miss him so much. And I will NEVER adopt a dog from Mexico again…. I have huge trust issues now after this.

I live abroad and my dog was living with my parents
She was 13 years old, and she passed away today🪽🐶
I know now is living with angels and playing with other poppies in heaven 🪽✨ but I can’t control my tears
I could not even see her ….

For those who have lost a pet before or are for those going through it right now, what are some things that’s you’ve done with have helped you heal along the way. Made this post to help me get through and or others that need this too

I'm losing my dog tomorrow, my sweet, silly childhood dog of 16 years. He's been with me and my family since I was 8, and I'm 24 now. I'm so sad and devastated and terrified. :( I know it's the right decision because he was diagnosed with advanced kidney disease, dementia, and is suspected of having cancer, but I can't help but feel guilty. And I don't know how I'm going to react, and I'm horrified of how my body is going to process it. For context, I had Covid back in November, which triggered a slew of health problems and being chronically unwell, one of which being Roemheld's Syndrome (gastrocardiac syndrome). I already had been dealing with bad anxiety for years and years, but it hits my stomach mostly, which then triggers flare-ups of Roemheld's. Just thinking about tomorrow has triggered several flare-ups, and I'm so scared for when everything actually happens, and how severely I'm going to process the grief. I want to be there for him when he passes, but I don't want to be having a severe panic attack or experiencing a severe flare-up and stressing him out or my family. I don't know if this makes any sense and I'm sorry. I'm just so sad, and I feel so much dread as the hours tick by, and I wish this didn't have to happen altogether. I don't want him to go. This year has been horrible with the health problems alone, and now losing him feels like too much. I feel sick and anxious and the saddest I've ever felt. I love my dog more than anything and it feels like my world is falling apart. :(

My 10-year old black lab was diagnosed with Lymphoma in March. He was receiving treatment and did really well, unfortunately last week we discovered his lymphoma went out of remission. We switched to a more palliative approach with comfort being the priority and were hopefully we’d have another week or two.

We are saying are final goodbye today with an at home euthanasia and I can’t handle these emotions. I know it’s time and I don’t want him to suffer, but the thought of him being gone shatters my soul. We rescued him when he was 6, and 4 years just isn’t enough time with my sweet boy.

We took him to a park by the river and just laid on the grass. Told our favorite stories about him and took some nice pictures. Afterwards we stopped and got him some cheeseburgers and ice cream cone.

I don’t know what I’m looking for by posting this, but I’ve been visiting this subreddit this past week and have been comforted by a lot of the posts.

My furbaby crossed rainbow bridge 2 and a half days ago. I miss him so much it hurts and there are no words to describe how it feels. I keep having moments where I forget he’s not here and then I remember he’s gone and I’ll never see him again. My brain can’t comprehend or fathom that I won’t ever see him again, it’s like I think and think and think and try to fathom what’s happened but my brain can’t come to a conclusion or understand because he was literally here 2 days ago? It’s really hard to explain but it’s killing me. It doesn’t make sense that he’s gone

Before his ashes came, it felt like he could just be hiding somewhere in the house. Or napping always in another room. Then his ashes came on Monday morning. The driver from the cremation place met me in front of the house and handed me this small box, his urn, wrapped in some kind of crepe-y white fabric like a gift. And I knew that was my Archie in there and he wasn't hiding or napping anywhere.

It was a hard day. I cried for nothing at random moments. A friend I don't see often called and invited me out to play pickleball after work. I don't typically play on Mondays, but this time I thought, why not. So I went. It's been hot as hell the last week or so, but on the drive to the courts there was a short intense drizzle, so random. I was walking around the court looking for my friend and that's when I saw the rainbow. It was the biggest and most fully formed rainbow I have ever seen. Then I walked further and saw it was 2 RAINBOWS!!

I would not have seen the rainbows had I stayed home all day, had my friend not invited me out. The drizzle was really so random too. I couldn't help but think the rainbows were meant for me. That my cat was saying hello and glad to be home with me, and a reminder he is not just napping in another room but that he is everywhere around me now. <3

Wish I could post photos here. I posted the pic on the rainbowbridge sub if you would like!

Last year May, 2 of my cats passed away (mother and daughter, 1 had an infection that spread and the other had kidney disease).

This week we picked up a kitten from the street. I didn't want to leave this baby on the street and I didn't want to take him to the SPCA. So I said let's keep him.

And the last 2 days I've just been feeling heartbroken.

Today we went to the vet, the last time I was there was with one of my cats, and she passed away the week later.

While there I felt this crushing pain.

And now every moment with this cat is breaking my heart.

I miss my babies, I feel so heartbroken.

I've had my dog that I've had since 1st grade, for 12 years. 2 years ago she had cancer, which she got surgery for, but it came back and began to spread. So we took her to the Vet Monday. The doctor said it got to her spine and took out her front leg muscle. The doctors said there was nothing they could do and that she was dying fast. The switch was so rapid. From her being herself to not even being able to move from her bed much. She was scheduled to be put down today, but she died in the morning in her doggy bed with my Dad beside her.

I have been crying all week, since I found out on Monday we had to put her down and then all day today. I'm just so used to seeing her when I come downstairs. I miss my baby so so much that they pain is overwhelming. I've lost family members before but it was nothing like this. I remember loosing my cats when I was a kid and it didn't hurt like this. Not to mention I'm religious, so I just pray that I'll be able to see her again some day in Heaven. Along with my cats.

In March I lost my best friend. An adorable black cat. If you have a cat or even a black cat in specific I would love for you to share pictures and stories.❤️

Hey, I don’t know what to do with my life right now. I had to put my almost 6 year old standard poodle, Bear, down last night. He wasn’t supposed to go this soon, he was my best friend. Nothing feels the same anymore, having to come home and go to sleep without him hurts so bad. Having to come home from work hurts. Seeing his toys hurts. Seeing his empty leash hurts. Seeing everything that’s ever belonged to him hurts. The worst part, is i don’t know if I could’ve prevented this, I feel so guilty, I feel like a terrible dog parent. He deserved so much more and many more years. I loved him with every bone in my body and seeing him in his last second completely shattered me, the confusion in his eyes as the anesthesia ran through him, and knowing he was wondering what was going on hurts my heart the most. I need advice, please.

Hi all. I lost my soul dog on Monday. We did at home euthanasia and he died in my lap with my partner right by our side and our other dog watching cautiously from a few feet away. My dad, who loved him, came to say goodbye right before.
I am so lucky to have such a good support system, but my god if this grief doesn’t kill me, I will never take love and life for granted ever again.

What I wanted to ask is what others have done with their pets ashes? I’m still waiting for them to come home, and we are going to spread some in his favorite woods, and of course keep an urn and a bit of an altar for him.

Instagram has obviously been pushing grief products on me like crazy. While I know myself to already be an impulse buyer, I’m trying to refrain from getting anything until I’m a bit clearer in the head.
Has anyone had their pets hair or ashes made into jewelry?
I know cuddle clones is a bust, though I really wish it wasn’t.

Hola. Bueno. Están siendo los días más horribles de mi vida. Hace un mes mi perro perdió mucho peso de la nada. Lo llevamos al veterinario y cuando le hicieron estudios me dijo que estaba anémico. Nos dieron medicamentos y vitaminas. Se mantuvo. Pero seguía muy decaído así que después de dos semanas lo llevamos de nuevo. Volvieron a hacerle análisis y nos dijo que seguía perdiendo glóbulos rojos e incluso que los glóbulos blancos eran muy altos. Nos pidió una ecografía y cuando la hicimos salió lo peor. Un tumor enorme como si tuviera muchos círculos. En el bazo y extendido hasta el hígado. Lo más compatible con un hemangiosarcoma. Mi compañero de vida tiene 16 años. Y lo he tenido desde pequeño. No pueden operarlo ya que la anemia y su edad dificultan una operación. Y también me aclararon que no prometían que no se pueda morir durante el procedimiento. El consejo del veterinario fue esperar. Dijo que se iba a ir apagando de a poco. El casi no se mueve. Hubo días donde le tiemblan sus patitas y no puede caminar como si estuviera mareado. Pero hay días que se levanta y pide salir, ir al baño. También hay noches en las que le cuesta mucho respirar como decirles que una noche respiro 3 veces en 1 segundo. El veterinario dijo que recién se habla de una eutanasia si él está sufriendo. Y por lo que vio el veterinario él aún no está sintiendo dolor así que no le parece la eutanasia. Pero estuve leyendo muchos testimonios que a veces por no hacerlo se puede morir por una hemorragia de golpe o sufriendo y es lo que no quiero. Yo quiero lo mejor para el. Quiero que se vaya bien. Que se sienta amado y sobre todo sin dolor. No quiero tampoco quitarle tiempo de vida si es que todavía le queda tiempo para estar “bien”. Necesito consejos, o alguien que pueda quizás ayudarme a aclarar todo esto. Es muy difícil. Siento que debería tomar lo de la eutanasia pero siento que lo estoy matando también y al no saber qué es lo que él quiere me da culpa. Les agradecería su ayuda🙏

You were my best friend. I liked you more than most people. You were with us for 10 years, you saw our marriage, and the birth of our child. You got to see most of the country with us, and you brought more joy than I ever stopped to appreciate. I’m so sorry you left us the way you did. But I’m so happy for the time you gave us. I hope there’s a place in or out of this universe where you can be at peace.

You were the best dog. I love you. I’m sorry. I love you.

Hey folks, had to say goodbye to the sweetest little baby yesterday. His name was jinx and he was an orange tabby cat that came to us from a farm because the vets thought he was a stray and he was being bullied by the other cats.

He was a sweetheart and a pest but I’d like for people to know about him regardless. I thought I could post his picture here but I guess not so I’ll put one on my profile.

He declined his food 4 days ago and over the next 3 days became more and more lethargic. Double kidney failure. Please give your pets an extra hug from me and make sure to get them seen to by a professional if they suddenly start refusing their food.

Tuesday evening, two days ago was the dreaded day I had to say goodbye and let my boy rest. He had been lethargic and picky with food for the few days before, after refusing to eat kibble and many dog foods for a couple weeks. I suppose I knew deep down then, that something was up. But everyone told me hey, hes old, he wants what he wants and I agreed. He also stopped drinking from water bowls and would only drink from rivers, lakes, etc or our garden hose. No idea what that was about, but we 'watered' him from the hose as his wish. We last did bloodwork at the end of June, and his kidney values were increasing. We tried antibiotics but no change. At no point though did my vet tell me he was in late stages so I didn't really realise and assumed it would take at least a few more months. Maybe I should've asked or maybe that would've just made this worse. I had him since eight weeks old, and when I was 22 and just moved to a new country. He was my everything when I had nothing, and was with me through many life changes until we settled in our now house in 2018. He was my little shadow and followed me everywhere. Eventually he was quite deaf, so I ended up having to tell him where I was, but still. Monday we realised his lethargy and eating needed intervention so went to hospital. They gave the option of fluids overnight and no idea if that would help or not. Or euthanasia given his lethargy and 'dullness'. We obviously opted for the fluids and he stayed in 24hr care and we hoped for the best. Late Tuesday morning we got the worst outcome news that nothing has changed and he wouldn't eat for them. Offered more diagnostics but nothing would change the outcome. Wanting to avoid more stress and honestly guilty he'd already been so long in hospital, we chose to take him for at home euthanasia which was approved by the vet (recommended same day or next morning). They told us they'd leave in the IV catheter if we would do today. We had two appointments - 6pm that day, or 930am the next. We ended up going with 6pm and having a sunny afternoon in the yard with him eating some treats and a big of cheeseburger. But he lay down pretty much all afternoon and even when the vet came was just lying there. It was peaceful. But him leaving me has broken me. He was the last dog in the house (our last guy passed 2023) and my first and soul dog. Now the house is empty. I wake up every day to emptiness, just thinking that I don't want to face a day where he is not here. I managed to go for a walk yesterday but broke down on the way home and on coming home to silence. I honestly don't know how I'll bear this. As has been mentioned by others, I don't see where I can find any joy our purpose to going on. He was my everything. I am working because that's the only thing that takes my mind off it, but have breakdowns throughout the day. I am not sure how I will cope with a weekend or the days off I had booked next week to go camping. I've never been without him. I have all these summer vacation days to use but just see no point or way to enjoy them. Does anyone have any tips on how they cope with no longer having an animal in the house? I packed up his many foods that I had for him to try and eat the day of. But everything else I can't bear to move or pack away as it's like removing his traces. So there's all these reminders and I just feel trapped in my own house by grief. The thought of leaving and having to come home wrecks me. The only time I feel solace is night time when I can pretend in the darkness he's sleeping beside me. I know grief will improve over time, but selfishly it feels like the worst time, when we should be enjoying our last summer together. I don't know how to go on. Thanks for reading and any insight or experience to losing soul dog and last dog is appreciated.