#pet death cw /

[orangeocelotmartyn]

idk but there was something so kind about this moment between Bdubs and xB when Bdubs made xB's dog, Bishop, a doghouse

Bdubs: There-- xB: (gasps) Wait. Bdubs: Yes? xB: (goes over to the doghouse) Bdubs: (cheering) Yeah, baby! Yeah, yeah. Yep. xB: (softly) Yeah. Bdubs: Doghouse for Bishop. xB: Nice. Bdubs: We gotta get a-we gotta get a doghouse down here. xB: That's our baby boy. (giggles) Bdubs: That's-that's the baby boy, right? xB: God, I miss that guy. Bdubs: Is that cool, that we gave him a home down here? xB: (sighs heavily) Yeah. Yeah yeah yeah. Sorry, it's just-- Bdubs: Yeah. I know, I know. xB: (sounding choked up) It gets things going. (clears throat) Bdubs: I know, yeah, yeah. I know, man, I know, (xB clears his throat again, as if to stop tears) I had, I had a dog for, uh, (Bdubs sniffs) sixteen years? There's no-- xB: Yeah. Bdubs: --there's--it's one of those weird things in life, that's very hard to explain. They-they are--(the sound of a bee coming out of the hive) xB: Oop-- Bdubs: --just as impactful as humans to us, aren't they? Our pets. xB: Oh, yeah. I would say moreso, sometimes. Yeah. Cause-- Bdubs: Moreso, cause they don't do you wrong! xB: it's-it's so... They're so unconditional. Bdubs: I know, I know it. Yeah. So-- xB: Like, what else--you go just out to check the mail, and you come back in and it's like they ain't seen you in twenty years (xB giggles) Bdubs: Exactly! Yeah! And it doesn't matter if you're in a bad mood, or, or whatever-- xB: (at the same time as Bdubs) Right-- Bdubs: cause they are always consistent in the same-- xB: Ooh. (said in surprise, after a bee in Minecraft flies out of a hive towards him) Hello. Bdubs: You have bees as well. Umm. You won't for long. (Bdubs laughs) xB: Oh no, they're going to be (through laughter) gone--off gone somewhere, I'm sure Bdubs: Enjoy them now in this moment, I feel like they add life, you know? xB: Mhm. Bdubs: They come in, and they get some stuff from the azaleas, and stuff like that, but. There's a good chance...they will drown, or something, soon. xB: Oh yeah. They'll do something dumb. (xB giggles) Bdubs: Yeah, yeah. xB: It's...what they do. Bdubs: But, for now--for now, they're here. (Bdubs laughs)

[incendavery]

ive lost three pets in the past year (all of old age, which is cold comfort) and the cumulative grief is getting hard to bear

[intriga-hounds]

oliver is being PTS tomorrow afternoon. ❤️ some of you have followed me since before the silkens, when it was just houston and oliver. we’ve had him since i was 17. i will miss him so much.

[ruffboijuliaburnsides]

Our Queen Jellie will never be forgotten.

[witchstone]

ava passed away this morning

[continent-of-wild-endeavor]

It's been a couple of weeks, but I haven't posted here: We finally had to let our old man Hemmie go. He was a Good Boy through it all, and almost made it to 16. It was time - he'd been declining slowly for a long time, and needed a lot of help, and then his various problems came together in a way that it wasn't fair to try to fix - but still it's been very sad to lose him.

He had a vet appointment that day anyway, so he got to go out easy, with all the good drugs and on one of his favorite beds I brought from home. I just wish he'd felt well enough for me to spoil him with hamburgers one last time, or that I'd let him sniff in the parking lot longer before we went in - or, mostly, that J had been in town and got to say goodbye. Hemmie was his dog, from before we even met.

Enjoy these pictures of a dog living a good, long life. He liked comfy beds, basking in the sun, group adventures, everything edible, and for all of us to be together. Once, when J & I were first dating, Hemmie tried to jump out a car window as J dropped me off at my apartment, and I realized Hemmie thought I was part of the family and shouldn't be separated. See my blog header for what him & Freya had better be up to, running free in whatever doggy afterlife may be. Neither of them could run like that in their last days & months, but that pic is up there for a reason; a very good memory.

Look at him fly 🖤

[ladyculebras]

Cat death cw

I dont have the emotional capacity to type out a post or anything.

My beautiful girl is dead and I loved her so much.

[blueboyluca]

Rather than focusing on the dramatic "peaks," which stand out in our memory, and rather than trying to make peaks every day, we can be present and constant with our dogs and mindful of their happiness. Our experiencing selves can do that, and we can remind our remembering selves of it. I would never ever dismiss or devalue the events near the ends of our loved ones’ lives, good or bad. But it has helped me immensely to consider the rest of Clara’s life. It was long, it was calm, it was safe, it was happy. I made it that way, and I can feel peace in that.

— Eileen Anderson, The Loss of my Dog, Regrets, and the Peak-End Rule, eileenanddogs.com

[sith-shenanigans]

Good night, Flicker, to the sweetest and evilest void. You were the best malevolent sorceress cursed to live as a cat that I ever could have met. ♥️

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for banning a child from my house?

It's not my child, btw- it's my cousin, an 8 y/o autistic boy. I am 15 and it's technically not my house.

For context, my cousin has EXTREMELY severe autism, to the point where he quite literally cannot form any connections with people and does not sit down at all. He is always running around, yelling in garbled speech, and doesn't understand words, sentences, or commands. He only responds to his name when his mother calls it. He isn't intelligent mentally, either. I do love him a lot in spite of how he has never paid attention to me or treats both me and everyone else around him as though they don't exist.

I have (had?) a cat. I have raised this cat for 3 years and I got this little furball when he was only 2 weeks old. I gave him milk and cared for him so, so much. He was a Persian-British mix and was, frankly, pretty dumb and sleepy all the time. Like a little doll.

My cousin also, apparently, decided that my cat, Velvet, was doll-like, because he grabbed Velvet and refused to let the cat go. I was in the bathroom at the time and only heard the cat's mewing. Nobody else was home. My cousin thought it would be nice to throw Velvet out of the window. Our 4th-story window. Velvet was a spoilt little thing and had never really lived outside of a house, and consequently, died. My cousin? Didn't care. Just went away from the open window and went back to running around the house.

I came out only a few seconds later and was very confused as to just WHERE was the previously mewing cat, and obviously I couldn't just ask my cousin, since he can't talk and wouldn't be able to think of it either. My mom found the fucking CORPSE when she came back home. I was horrified and, while I don't think this was the proper thing to do to a little boy who has absolutely ZERO awareness of his surroundings, I proceeded to absolutely scream my head off at my cousin while grabbing his arm, which resulted in an absolute meltdown from him and my aunt (who had also just arrived) having to physically pry me off him as I was crying. I don't think I can be really blamed for being upset over my cousin KILLING my BELOVED PET just because he was born wrong. I also sort of yelled at my aunt to never come here or bring her son here ever again. My mother has severely chastised me for that and had ME grounded. What the fuck. Mental illnesses aren't all sunshine and rainbows, y'all. Ugh. I feel like I AM the asshole, but honestly. Consider the circumstances. I hate it here and I miss my fucking cat.

[incendavery]

HI IM BACK DID YOU MISS ME HOW HAVE YOU BEEN

[altschmerzes]

we very suddenly and unexpectedly lost my little grey cat hotdish today. having, uh, a bad one.

[wildfairies]

ruby: aka little rubes, ruby tooby, smushy, ruby tuesday, screamy, little smush, wooby tubes, and many other nicknames. thank you for opening your tiny heart to me.

we adopted ruby when i was in high school. i fell in love with her picture on the animal rescue website. she and her mom (who we also adopted) were very skittish and took a lot of time and trust-building to warm up. i loved her so much, but she didn't truly become my baby until i moved back home after college.

i was in the worst place of my life in summer/fall 2022 when she began seeking me out. you might say she knew i needed her, but she wasn't really that kind of cat 💀 we were all subject to her whims. she started spending time with me because it was exactly what she wanted to do, which makes me feel just as special as if she actually meant to soothe me. ❤️ she would come lay on my bed by the window where the afternoon sun would make it warm, eventually dubbed "her sunny spot."

it became our daily routine. she would wait all day for me to get home from work or class, and i would call for her to come snuggle as soon as i walked through the door. she would trot up the stairs after me and hop onto my bed. she would nuzzle my arm and resettle herself about three times before falling asleep. we would lay with my face against her fur while i gave her scratchies in all her favorite places. she would breathe quietly and make little trill noises when she was extra happy. i tried to never take a moment of this for granted, always thinking how lucky i was, but we never have enough time with our pets.

she would start purring as soon as i laid my cheek against her, even before being pet. she loved christmas bows and would always steal them to play with so we found them strewn around the house. she loved watching the leaves fall from the window. she was obsessed with the attic and could play up there for hours.

we said goodbye yesterday after finding out she likely had a brain tumor with few viable treatment paths. my heart is absolutely at peace knowing she is finally comfortable again, but now comes missing her so terribly. it's hard to accept that i was expecting 10 more years with her.

i love her perfect pink nose, her multicolored toe beans, her little ears, the brown spot on her tummy, and the way she looks like a white cat someone poured gray paint on top of. she was stubborn and mischievous, an absolute thief. her favorite food was cheese and she would do anything to get it. she was kind of a brat and obsessed with feathers. i love her and miss her so so much.

she also snored:

[skwivr]

*gritting my teeth so hard the enamel is starting to chip* don't let the shit break you

[fenriss]

letter to a good boy:

it’s hard to put into words what 11 years of companionship means. i could list the many happy milestones you shared with me—graduating college, getting my first real job, moving to a new city, making countless friends, finding a partner to take on the world with—but i am just as grateful, if not more, for your presence in the darker times. death, anxiety, and loneliness were wicked foes and you were my sidekick through it all.

last year, you slowed down. we couldn’t go on our adventures anymore, your body failing even when your mind kept on, kept pushing. having to pull you back, forcing you into the bubble of your physical incapacity was the hardest part of all this, knowing your one great love is new smells and long, untread paths.

your second love is snow, so i kept an eye on the weather last winter. despite meteorologists’ promises of a brutal, wet season, we got next to nothing, and i nervously wondered if that was your last chance at experiencing a snowy romp. this winter came through, though, as if giving its own send-off to its favorite patron. seeing your delight as you old-man-trotted through the fresh powder felt like an accomplishment of sorts, like i’d finally come through on some long-awaited promise to make the world your playground one last time.

i write this while you’re alive and (un)well, plans slotting into place around you without your knowledge. i knew i would not be able to write this after, so it’s written in fits and starts when i find a moment of quiet among the day-to-day.

you’re asleep, in your self-designated spot by my side of the bed, in front of your personal fan (because regulating your own body temperature has become a problem), and it is strange to pre-mourn you. to know an end is coming does not make the end more approachable—i learned that when Dad died.

we put nail caps on your back feet today because your degenerative myelopathy makes you drag your paws, grinding your nails down to the quick without you even knowing. it felt silly to put them on because, well, what’s the point? but then, one moment of appeased discomfort is all we can ask for sometimes.

today i filled your pill caddy and did not stop on friday because acknowledgment is the most difficult part right now.

i keep trying to end this on an uplifting note, something about better and more peaceful places, and all i can come up with is mild gratitude for suffering ended. this month can’t seem to end. in the words of kaveh akbar, “it’s been January for months in both directions”

but in the words of allie brosh, “Death can take away your friends and pets, but it can't take away the weird shit they did.” so here’s one: you lock yourself in bathrooms, constantly, on purpose, and then act upset about it. you punch anyone who you feel isn’t petting you enough and/or in the correct way. you throw toddler tantrums when you don’t get your way, which includes tossing whatever object is within reach into the air and stamping on it. your preferred method of introducing yourself to another dog can only be described as “serial killer spotting his next victim”. you need 6,000 different types of food because variety is the spice of life but you’ll get sick of most of them before the week is out. you kiss everyone you meet directly on the mouth, including children. you lose all conscience when adults leave the room, finding trouble in trashcans and litterboxes. you spend inordinate amounts of time standing outside staring into the distance, nose raised, presumably filming your anime opening.

today in a sentimental fit of misplaced grief, i let you off your leash. we were safely entrenched in your creek (or so i thought) and though your recall was never great, surely you couldn’t get far given your poor mobility.

you happily, greedily loped off, further than annoyance, burgeoning on disbelief and then fright. you were supposed to be disabled but one last taste of freedom and you really took it for all it was worth. i waded through knee-deep, freezing water to chase you down. you were bested by a tangle of vines, not able to lift your back legs over the simple rope of wood. you little shit.

i cannot overstate how insufficient it feels that all i can do is miss you.

[bogcreacher]

guy who’s about to go John Wick on his ex