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I've had 2 rats, a lizard, a cat, and a dog, as well as some countless number of goldfish.
Luckily, our cat and dog are still alive (although the dog is no longer ours, we gave her away because my sister turned out to be allergic).
I had the goldfish when I was around four, and I don't think any of them lasted longer than a week. My mom and I both had no idea how to keep them alive (as it turned out, our tapwater was too basic for them to live in). I was fascinated by them, though, so my grandma kept buying me more. I think we probably gave up after 8 or 9, but I can't say I'm certain.
The rats both died when I was 8 or 9, and I was heartbroken. I wasn't a very good owner (honestly, I was a huge jerk to them, I just didn't really know how to take care of pets). I would feed them and clean their cage and all of the other things that my mom would tell me to do for them, but then when I took them out to play with them, I was like a goddamn typhoon. They probably dreaded every second of my reckless affection. I tried to train them to do stuff, but it always just ended poorly. I honestly think that what I did would qualify as abuse, and it's probably the thing I have done that I feel most guilty about in my entire life. They were tough, though (they managed to eat fiberglass once, and ended up fine). They were also forgiving, although that might have just been because they weren't very bright. When I woke up one morning and my mom broke the news to me that one of them had died, it was awful. And the other just seemed lonely for the next few months, then she passed on as well. I still remember exactly where they are buried.
My pet lizard died when I was 14. I had caught her in the wild when I was 11 or so, and brought her home with me. She was about the size of the palm of my hand, and completely indifferent to all human presence. She would also try and sprint around everywhere at ungodly speeds if we took her out of her cage, so we had to stop (although she would always come back at night if we left the heat lamp on, because her cage was warm and contained food). Because of her indifference to people, I was really astonished when she passed on how sad it made me feel, but it was definitely really hard for me. I can't remember if I buried her with the rats or not, sadly, but it doesn't really concern me. It's not like it really matters to her at this point.
I am so glad I had all of the pets I did, despite inevitably losing them. I've learned so much from all of them, even those infernally fragile fish. They helped me understand death when I was young, and probably made it easier for me to cope with losing the other pets. I feel like I will be ready for when our cat passes on, as sad as it will be, and I will treat her as well as I can. I honestly don't think I'll ever hear when our former dog dies, but her new owners are very kind to her, so I have faith she'll be happy too. I know for certain that if I have kids, I will make sure they have pets as well.
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Starting off 2011 being sad as a bunker rushed emo... Gonna be a great year, this.
Had to bury many of our pets. The hardest one though was one of our dogs who ran in front of a car. Damn idiot loved to chase them no matter how much we yelled at him, so it wasn't a surprise it ended up like this. Still was really hard to carry him back, just thinking that he was alive and running around 5 minutes earlier.
When you put your pet down at the vet, at least you get to say goodbye to them first.
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So many sad stories 
We had our beloved cat Nike put down after a battle with diabetes during homecoming week of my senior year. Giving insulin shots to your cat twice a day for 6 months praying that the next tests will show that her internal organs aren't slowly shutting down is not fun. But the worst part was her legs got really weak. I teared up watching her half-drag her hind legs when she walked and have to practically pull herself up the stairs. She would sit next to my bed and meow for me to lift her up because she couldn't make the jump anymore.
When my dad took Nike in to the vet to have her put down, her sister Reebok (biologically no less) seemed to know something was wrong. She meowed all evening in a way that seemed to convey "Where is my sister? Where did you take her?". She slept on my pillow every night for a month.
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Started of with 4 cats now have only 2.
We found the first one as a week or so old kitten crying outside our house, somehow she got seperated from her mother and we took her in. She's now 16yr old and happily an indoor cat because shes scared of anything that moves outside lol. (no abuse of any kind shes just skiddish i guess). It'll be the saddest day of my life when she passes away, brought her inside on my first day of kindergarden, had her since.
Got 2nd cat from shelter as a kitten. Grew up to be the meaniest cat we've ever had. Would get on your lap to get petted*?, when she had enough she would bite you hard enough to draw blood and leave you. This process would continue <.< her entire life. She had a litter of kittens and we kept 2 of them. They were both males and we're pretty big. Nicest cats we've ever had, opposite of mother. One contracted feline leukemia, yes cat cancer, it exists... After 2weeks we had to put him down because of how much he had degraded and it was the humane thing to do. 2nd kitten we kept, his brother, soon caught leukemia too. We put him down too before we had to witness the same process that the other one went through.
Soon after the our mean cat ran away and we think she lives on a pond somewhere living in the woods. It's the best fit for her imo, shes one mean bamf.
Both times we put down each cat the other cats also meowed for weeks every night. They had to have known what had happened but yet they still cried everynight seeming to ask what happened. I could cry thinking about it right now.
Losing a pet is never easy, especially when they were a major part of your life for years on end. Greeting you every morning, yelling at you for food or to play with them, asking to be let inside/out, waiting at the door for you to come home, sleeping with you at night. They were truly my best friends through all my life
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I have had to put to sleep 3 of my dogs and one cat, the shit is fucked up dude and this video hit home big time.
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On January 02 2011 09:00 Sanguinarius wrote:
I had many pets when I was growing up (my mother was a vet), but the death of my dog really hurt me. She was a greater Swiss mountain dog and we got her when I was ~8 years old. For the first few months all my other siblings would yell if they didnt get to play with her, and me, being the eldest, would have to wait. Well eventually their interest wore off and she and I began to spend more time together. I would take her on a walk everyday after school. She was the most well behaved dog. She would never get mad (even with kids jumping all over her) and would always be at the door when we came home. We grew up together and I loved her.
I went to college and always looked forward to coming home and seeing her. Now, I am telling this story here partly because of guilt also. When I was home one summer it was just me and her. My parents and siblings were on a trip and I was working. My parents explicitly told me that she was not allowed to come upstairs (she never had been, the bottom floor was wood and the top floor had lost of carpets... plus I think my mother wanted all the dog hair downstairs). Well, I thought "no big deal...she can come upstairs with me". Well I woke up one morning and found that she had thrown up on one of my parents super old oriental carpets from our grandparents. I knew my parents were going to kill me, and I was pissed at the dog. And I dont mean a little bit, I felt completely betrayed. I had let her come up stairs and she destroyed a rug. I was so mad at her and I looking back at it, I think she knew it. I could tell by her eyes. I left to go back to school a few days later and I remember still being mad at her and not even giving her a hug.
I got a call a few weeks later. Apparently she had been getting sicker and sicker and my parents finally took her to the vet. She had advanced stage liver cancer with mets all over her liver. She didn't have long to live and my parents were going to have to put her down as she was in alot of pain and not eating. I came home immediately. When I walked in the door, she couldn't even get up, but her face did brighten and she began wagging her tail. I spent the next 2 days with her and was holding her as she passed away. She had completely forgiven me and loved me nonetheless. I loved her, but I have never forgiven myself. But even in her death, she taught me a valuable lesson I practice to this day - love everyone and dont sweat the small stuff... you never know when it will end.
It still makes me cry to this day when I think about her, and its been almost a decade. I still have her picture in my wallet.
Everyone here is making me cry. Need a group hug or something.
I work with dogs for a living and there is one that is very close to me. When I lose her I am going to lose the game so hard.
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I didn't read OP.
Losing pets sucks so get a new one and bury the old one. Works for me.
Just cuz being sad is a state of mind doesn't mean it doesn't suck so try not to be so depressing in this thread!
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My cat died at the age of 18. She was 4 when I was born, and it allways was there when i grew up. She was a weird cat, she didn't like human contact and i didnt like her for it. she was allways nagging if i picked her up or she would always scratch me if I played with her. It was first the last year of her life I started "liking" her. We had to mash her food with water so she could swallow it. We had to carry her up the stairs because she couldnt go up them by herself and she would always puke and take a dump all over the house. I remember each birtday we gave her something called "Leverpostei". She loved it and i remember how happy she looked when she ate it. I remember how my mother was the only one to "understand" her. My mother was the only one who succesfully made her sleep in her lap.
i miss her
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I had 4 guinea pigs, at first one(named Paula), she died at 3 and 3/4 years of age one night during a fierce thunderstorm that woke me up, hearing panicky noises from her cage, so I took her out and cuddled up with her in my bed. Then I fell asleep. When I awoke one or two hours later, she was liying dead on my chest. I burst into tears[and that's been the last time I cried in the last 13 years until my girlfriend dumped me 2 years ago], awoke my dad (I was about 12 or 13 at that point in time) and when he calmed me down, we put her in a shoebox and buried her the next morning. Till this day, and now I am 25, I am still kind of aggravated, because I do not know If I maybe accidentally killed her in my sleep. On the other hand, she was kinda old for a guinea pig...so it might just have been her time.
A year later I got three guineas at once, all girls, named them Lancetta (don't know where the hell I came up with that name), and due to the fact that I was a huge fan of the game at that time, Hidden & Dangerous(WW2 FPS). Which would be pretty fitting, judging by the fact that Hidden was a long-haired black-greyish guinea pig, also the youngest and smallest of the three, and would stay in the little house they had most of the time. Lancetta was in the middle, age-wise, and the largest of them, and was always eating and making sure she got the most food. And the eldest, Dangerous, was the one who would bite me the most and even shed blood on different occasions. And she did eat chicken, when i gave it to her. I don't know if that is particularly unusual, but the other two wouldn't even consider sniffing at the chicken meat.
Well, TL;DR, Dangerous died first, of old age, reaching the age of 6 years and 5 months, Lancetta followed a year later at the age of almost 6 years, and then I would not want to keep Hidden alone and gave her away to a family which had younger children, because I was about 17 at that time, and, most importantly, they had about 12 other guinea pigs to keep my favourite little hairball company. I visited her a few times, and she was getting bullied by the other guniea pigs as well as she had been bullied by Dangerous and Lancetta, but the long dark hair, even covering her face and eyes for the most part, gave her a fitting emo look and apparently she was okay with it. She died later at the incredible age of 7 years.
To this day, I still miss her most, but at the same time I would not want to have the smell of a guinea pig cage in my room anymore. And I would not want to keep live animals in a room in which I am smoking boatloads of cigarettes every day as well.
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Golden retriever, ~14 years old. We took him duck hunting one last time, and he died a few days later. He's buried in our backyard.
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man seriously i dont want to think of the day my chihuaha dies damn you for bringing up this thread
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watching someone cry like that over there dog makes me shed some tears too. I have a 14 year old greyhound and I'm going to bawl my eyes out when i have to say goodbye to him. There's nothing like a dogs love
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On January 02 2011 10:23 Romantic wrote:
I don't really care if my pets die. I do not anthropomorphize much.
If they die I just buy new ones.
why do you have pets then? if your pets are that meaningless, you shouldn't have them.
actually, no, you don't deserve them. you don't even deserve a gold fish.
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On January 02 2011 12:12 TrainFX wrote:
I didn't read OP.
Losing pets sucks so get a new one and bury the old one. Works for me.
Just cuz being sad is a state of mind doesn't mean it doesn't suck so try not to be so depressing in this thread!
You and Romantic do not belong in my thread.
This is for people who formed real bonds with their pets and lost them; it is not for the callous individuals that buy them and move on to the next animal when they die.
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I have a dog I gotta admit but I'm allergic to the little guy. But he's mad adorable! Learning I'm allergic to dogs was a tough moment in life for me but I've sorta moved out and I come back every now and then. I still play with him and suffer the reprecussions. (all day runny nose)
My girlfriend(sorta) has a 14 year old dog and she gets all red eyed thinking about the day he's about to pass away. (cause of that I'm setting up a rainy day fund to get my sorry ass over to her and comfort her)(pains of an LDR)
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I felt really bad when my Tamagotchi chicken died.
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When i was little me and my family were in a farm, we were farmers. And we had lots of animals but i claimed one Lamb as my own and a few years later i saw his head cut off so we could prepare him for a huge meal
+ Show Spoiler +Seriously so much blood came out it was horrifying. And lets not talk about when they open up its stomach.
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Osaka27174 Posts
My childhood dog died at the age of 16 died from an out of the blue mauling by another dog (9) that we had. I will never forgive that younger dog.
Usually pets are the first lesson in mortality that we learn, but my dog was as close as a sibling, and I will never forget.
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It made me cry.
I have a cat named Garfield Zombie. He's 6 now and looks really big, but when he sleeps he's just like a little child.
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I wish you that evething goes better.
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omg
Now I'm afraid of GETTING a dog :/
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