PLEASE DO NOT POST THINGS LIKE "My dog died and I don't give a f*ck." THIS IS NOT A THREAD FOR YOU.
I'll start off with a short video I saw today, and am not ashamed to say made me cry.
When I was a young, young kid I had a cat named Benny, or Benatin if you wanted to be formal. He was the fiercest hunter, once bringing home a rabbit that weighed more than he did (and, like the vicious creature he was, the babies in the days following). But he was also affectionate, nibbling on your ears and jumping on the couch to rub against you while you watched TV. He lived at my grandparent's house, too, so I only saw him every couple of days.
One day I went home from my grandparents after a short time with Benny on their bed, whispering in his ear and promising him that I thought he was awesome and that the very next day I would spend hours with him, playing with toys and chasing him around the house. I'd cuddle with him on the bed and let him nibble my ears.
The next day, I woke up to go to school and my dad stopped me. Benny had been struck in the head crossing the highway we lived on. 10 years of dodging cars in the pursuit of mice, 10 years of nibbling on our ears and living on the land instead of his food dish, 1 second of being just a bit slower than he was in his prime. I never got to spend that day with Benny. Thinking about it still tears me up.
We buried him in my backyard, behind a big rock my little brother and I would climb and play on every day.
When I was a little older, 8ish, I had a dog named Lucky. She was an SPCA puppy, but we guessed she was a chocolate lab crossed with a wippet. She was black with a chocolate tinge in her coat, with the odd white spots on her chest and paws. Small thing, but big enough to stretch out my full length when I was a kid, spooning with my dog on the couch, taking her to the beach, playing with her in my couch-cushion fort.
We built a fence around our yard, but Lucky was the most athletic dog my parents had ever seen. One day, she jumped over that fence and I lost her to the same highway. My parents brought my her collar and I cried with my brother, clutching our stuffed animals when they told us she had been hit by a car and was at the vet. They told me she'd been hurt and was bleeding. I promised them that I'd sleep on the floor with her while she got better instead of on my bunk bed. She bled out too much and died that night.
We moved down to another house on the highway.
Eventually, we got 2 black cats, Astro and Jet. They're keeping well still, quick and independant. Jet doesn't come around so much anymore, but she still pops in for a bite now and then; she must have some Benny in her. Astro keeps me company while my girlfriend and I play games or watch TV. Recently Astro was wounded by a dog and required some medical attention, but he's fully recovered and is back to his old self.
Every single year since I lost Lucky, I asked for a dog every birthday and every Christmas. 2 years ago, I got a beautiful golden retriever/husky cross. His name is Koda.
Koda is an amazing dog. He's smart, but stubborn, expressive, and a big, affectionate baby. He has the most handsome face and beautiful coat I or my parents have ever seen. He's excitable, but capable of being well-behaved when he needs to be. We still live on the highway, but the fence is taller and we've trained him more than Lucky ever was.
I love that dog, and I dread the day I'll have to part with him.
I'll add in pictures I can find of my old pets, and some pictures of my current pets in the morning when I can.
For now, always remember that the time your pets spend with you is the greatest time of their lives. They live to be companions, they live to hunt mice, they live to greet you at the door, they live for when you refill their water, they live just to enjoy life as an animal can. It's hard to part with a loved pet, but always know that the time you spent with that pet makes their stay on Earth more fulfilling and beautiful than any of us can ever hope to live our lives.
This is a thread for those of us who have lost a creature we held close and dear to our hearts.
I buried my kitten in a shoebox in my yard. But as a kid, losing a pet can teach a good lesson about the circle of life. The Lion King can teach any lesson you need to learn in life.
My aunt just lost her dog on Tuesday. I only found out today, I pretty much grew up with that dog and it's dad who passed quite a few years ago. Incredibly sad thread
The reason you should buy a turtle or a parrot = they'll outlive you!
its sad when pets die but we always know that its gonna happen (like expecting a dog to die around the age of 13-15) It's not nearly as bad as when a relative dies though :/
the day my dog dies is the day i am no longer a boy. i think about it all the time, and it's one of my most guarded terrors. there is no way i can possibly watch this video, i get worked up just reading the thread title.
I've had a ton of pets in my life and had to deal with their death many times. Even so, each time it's very difficult. I still don't know what I'm going to do when I lose my dachshund, I love that dog like she's my sister or daughter. It was tough enough when she had complications after her back surgery.
I saw this story a few months ago, and it sure is a tear jerker. When I was a kid I would get really upset and I would go outside to a specific set of stairs. There was a "stray" cat in the neighborhood although I called it mine that would always come over to me and cheer me up. He looked just like the cartoon character felix the cat, so that's what I named him. After some time my mom let me take care of him, he just wasn't aloud inside unless there was a really large storm.
One day I came home, and Felix was suffering. Apparently he was alergic to bee's and one had flown down his throat and stung him. So after a day or two the vet suggested that we put him down. That was probably one of the saddest days of my childhood. When I would go outside to my stairs, It just seemed so very very lonely from that point on that I couldn't even go there anymore.
I lost my Chinchilla Timothy on the first day of school this year. I got home tired from learning about my new classes, when I see him lying in the corner of his cage, twitching every couple of seconds. He used to jump on the bars of his cage when I walked by, to get out or get a treat. He'd even sit there and watch my monitor while I gamed. RIP Timothy.
On January 01 2011 04:08 intrigue wrote: the day my dog dies is the day i am no longer a boy. i think about it all the time, and it's one of my most guarded terrors. there is no way i can possibly watch this video, i get worked up just reading the thread title.
I am very much in the same boat. My best friend since 8th grade and when I get upset I have nightmares about something happening to him. We understand each other on such a level that I haven't shared with any other human. I get really upset and worked up thinking about it. Usually the thoughts come up when I'm start to get a little worse depression and that, in turn, leads into a vicious circle of sad-face.
On December 31 2010 21:55 braammbolius wrote: I had to put down my cat becouse it had gotten cat-aids. Yes......cat - fucking - Aids.
In case you're thinking "lol, you're joking right", that was my exact response when the vet called with the test results....
Buried her in my mother's garden with my sister helping, was sad as shit Mushi Nevarforget
This is the worst possible second post for this thread. I've lost pets too, but I couldn't read that after reading the first post and not giggle. FFS. I hate you braam
My cat is 17 years old and somehow still not sick in any form, we took her to the vet, and he said that he had never seen any animal with the same health to age ratio. Although it will be a few years before she dies, it still saddens me that she will.
My yellow lab passed away about two years ago. She was constantly in pain from a heart problem, and I was literally the one to tell the doctors "Okay, it's time for her to go."
She's been my cell phone background on each of my three cell phones since then.
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