#pet death cw in the tags

[jamescarstairs]

you know there's something wrong with me when i'm grateful work is getting me out of the house 😭

[updatingranboo]

quick mid stream update, ranboo wanted to let us all know their cat, moose, who’s been battling with heart problems for a little while, has been doing really badly recently and had to go back to the vet. ranboo wanted us to know that they don’t know how much longer they have with him, and didn’t want us to be shocked if he does pass soon. 🙁 they could keep him living for a while, but he would be in a lot of pain and discomfort. ranboo and moonzy are looking into other options they have for him, but it’s not looking good. so thankful to ranboo and moonzy for caring so much about our little guy and taking care of him while he’s sick ❤️

[candycatstuffs]

If Thanksgiving could stop being the worst fucking holiday for a moment that would be great

[bogcreacher]

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

[dddemigirl]

I’m worried that my eldest cat is dying so that’s fucking upsetting. She has a vet appointment on Thursday luckily but I’m scared about what they’ll tell me. She’s always been tiny but within the last few months, she's become skin and bones. She isn't acting like herself, its like she's less aware. I don't know how to describe it. Her name is Emma. She found us when she started living in the garage attic of our former place in Kentucky about ten years ago. She started living in the house with us sometime in the last five years or so and she adjusted very well. We’ve always been close. I love my little girl.

[rainyrambles-overcod]

warnings: mcd / major character death

day 15 of drawing one (or two) of the cod characters until I’m comfortable with trying to find my style

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I could NOT figure out how to do the background actually so

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[anderswasrightt]

keep my baby girl Lucy in your thoughts please. she hasn't been doing well lately. she had two breakthrough seizures in the last week and a half, so we're doing some bloodwork today to see if we should increase her meds. details about my dog's declining health and discussion of pet death below the read more, kind of upsetting so tread carefully

she also just trembles nonstop, even if we wrap her in a blanket and hold her, so it's not cold and i don't know if it's anxiety or what. her balance is poor as well, she sways back and forth when she walks a lot, and she falls over sometimes.

she's 15 years old, and i'm aware that we can't just keep throwing drugs at her. she doesn't seem to be in pain though, so i don't know. the vet hasn't said we need to make any tough decisions yet, so i'm hoping a med change will help. maybe adding prozac or buspar will help the trembling if it's anxiety.

i'm not ever going to be READY for her to be gone, obviously, but i am aware that she won't be around much longer. i'm going to be severely fucked up when she goes, but i'm trying to prepare myself for it. i don't know HOW to do that, but i'm trying???

<3

[townofcadence]

CW Pet Death below the cut.

I mentioned at least somewhere on here that my cat Josie was doing very poorly. Unfortunately, she's passed away today. She had a brain tumor, and we were making her as comfortable as possible. She was nineteen and I love her very very much.

I don't really know what to do. I'll probably write to distract myself. I might not be chatty, though. But I wanted to make some kind of memorial of her. She's been there with me through so much of my life. I want to try to remember her and that she isn't struggling anymore.

My sweet babygirl.

[dumplingprincessextraordinaire]

CW ⚠️‼️ MEDICAL TALK AND ANIMAL LOSS

Y’all have been very supportive and caring so I’m giving another update.

My mom is back from emergency surgery and though it’s very painful, she is recovering and I’m taking care of her. We’ve really supprting each other through these hurdles and if nothing else, I can say these things have made us closer and it makes feel better about the future.

Secondly, my puppy is here another night. In a few hours, we’ll be taking her to vet to see what her fate is. I’m growing a bit of hope in my heart that this is some underlying treatable cause, but I know it’s likely just old age. It’s 4:14 as I type this and her appointment is at 8:50. I’ve been staying up all night cuddling and taking some last photos. I’m only just now getting a break to post this and bathe. Thank you for the support y’all. This is about to be a hard day and I hope to be looked after.

[max-a-max]

Quick segment from a BIIIG alphalore au writing project I'm working on <3 [CW: MENTIONS OF PET DEATH (1)!!!]

"I remember that day, so.. vividly. I had walked into Billy's room, and there he was with Bartholomew, dead in his hands. He killed his own pet. Then, he just.. looked up at me with glaring, pink eyes. God-- how could this have happened-? Could this have been…" He trailed off, trying to figure out what he’d say next.

 “...Nevermind.”

Dave nodded in what seemed to be understanding. “You said he attacked you, right?”

“Yes– he literally tried to kill me-!” 

“..right. Did you notice anything else that seemed off?”

“Well, when I tried to push him away from me, I noticed his arm was.. how do I explain this..” he paused again. “Dave, do you know how the ancient species - humans - had bones? I think Billy might’ve formed bones somehow-? This is the first time I’ve been actually perplexed by something-!”

“Wait. Didn’t Ei- uhm- Alpha say something about Billy saving the world at one point? Do you know anything about that?” 

“Oh? Well, I thought that was all just some lie to make me respect Billy more,  that is, until he told me more about it somewhat recently.. Apparently it was some fight against a giant bear? It still seems pretty unbelievable, but even if it is true, you should probably know about it..”

“A.. bear? Wait. I think I have an idea on what could’ve happened. Just- focus on taking care of yourself and your injury for now, while I figure this out. Make sure you take it as easy as you can, we still don't know if whatever he had is in your system, or how it could be activated.”

“But- Well.. Alright.” Ink knew there was no point in trying to convince Dave to let him help with anything. As much as he wanted to know about what happened to his brother, he’d probably have to wait.

^ /nf!!

[Divider credits: @/cafekitsune]

[dr-jingles]

Art is hard when Life is Happening but we persist- That's to say I've had a Big Life event happen recently, and a series other things to keep the punches coming. Some context below [ CW death, pet death, uh tooth issues ?]. I want to get back into drawing a bit more regularly- to get back some normalcy in my life. I might start up streaming again, or I might just start posting more whatever doodles here to help keep me on track. But thanks to everyone who has stuck around, and for all the love you've given me and especially my silly little characters.

On July 20th my father passed away. I still don't really know how to cope with it- or process it. I can't rightly put to words how important he was to me, just like the rest of my family. He was always supportive in his own way- encouraging of my art- and was the one who introduced me to the wonders of video games and MUCH more. Then August 3rd, two weeks later, our family dog passed away. I know it will get easier with time, but it's still hard. It all sucks a lot. I've got great friends and a good support system to help me through it, and I'm so thankful for that. So then of course I have to get some dental work done [root canal babeyyy] which was not cheap even with insurance [love that American health care system] and it will need a crown sooner rather than later just to add the cherry on top of this Sundae. I swear it better start going up from here cos I'm starting to run out of pegs to get knocked down from. [ I will be alright, just using a bit of some good ol humor to help cope].

[vindersdraws]

[𝔾𝕠𝕠𝕕 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕃𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝔾𝕚𝕣𝕝]

cw pet death

Today I lost my daughter.

Nirre’s situation got worse over the past two days and last night was especially horrible. Unlike last weekend and Monday, she stopped eating and was completely unable to pass stool. We took her to an animal hospital in hopes of finding relief for her only to find out her situation was far worse than what we had learned on Monday. Instead of lymphoma, she had a very aggressive bone cancer and it was all over her body. Bone cancer happens only about 0.05% in cat cancer cases, so it was like winning a fucked up lottery. We still haven’t received the lab results taken on Monday, but her x-ray showed it was worse on her back legs and had even spread to her left lung. Just a couple of weeks ago she didn’t even have those two tumors between her legs (each about the size of an egg, we literally noticed them last week and we had been keeping an eye on her) and now it was everywhere. They asked if we would like to take her home for one last time, but we decided to let her go then and there. She was in pain but went to eternal slumber peacefully. She was only 10 years old.

Nirre was such a lovely girl. everyone who met her loved her and she was so full of love, she was known to head-butt you with such force it almost broke your nose. At the hospital, they didn’t even need to sedate her to get the X-ray done, she was so gentle and kind, even in pain. Due to her illness, she went quickly and thankfully she didn’t need to suffer for long. We took her and her siblings out on a leash on Tuesday and she was then still very playful and ate well. She slept next to me that night and last night she finally calmed down and slept next to my wifey.

We got her and her brother Therre when wifey and I had just about begun dating (a year into our relationship) She used to be very shy and sounded like a little bird when she meowed until she got bigger and her lovely sound turned into shrieks which kept me awake at night when she was looking for someone to play with her. She was a beautiful soul and she is still loved.

Last week has been rough, mentally and money-wise. I haven't slept well and I’m crying as I’m writing this. We miss her, but it was better to let her go than let her suffer any longer. We miss her terribly and I know things will get better, I will remember how she loved and I do not regret having her even though I wish I could have her back. It’s hard to lose a pet you care greatly for, it’s painful, but it’s still worth it. I love Nirre and she will always be in my heart and took a part of with her as she passed.

My many thanks to all who wished us the best and to end things on a positive note, I would like to know about your pet, one either still with you or one past that rainbow bridge. I’ve shared about mine and I would like to know your favorite or memorable memory about yours like Terry Pratchett wrote: “A man is not dead while his name is still spoken” and maybe sharing their stories could keep them here a little while longer.

[billowingangel]

America doesn't like Fireworks

Here's a headcanon/projection I have for America. I also thought I already posted this but I actually dreamt that…totally not a sign of #mentalillness

content warning: mentions of multiple real life deaths, great war and world war two are mentioned, mentions of ptsd/shell shock.

i'm not fully sure those need a warning but just in case I wanted to provide them.

At first America loved fireworks to celebrate the fourth of july. He had loved the display of colors and patronism his citizens showed! He was a freshly indepent nation when the fireworks began in 1777. He thought they were beautiful, amazing, spectacular, and a wonderful sign of what the future would hold.

He also greatly prefered fireworks to the guns and canons set off during the 4th and was happy that after 1812 that phased out.

When Independence Day became an offical holiday in 1870 he cried with joy. That year he watched the firework display with an intense feeling of pride in his heart.

But then it began to change for him. In the years between 1903 and 1909 there were 44 deaths due to fireworks and even more injuries. He began to feel a bit of unease over the citizen's love for fireworks.

Then the Great War happened...So many young men came back from the war shell shocked. Hell, America even had some shell shock for a while. That first year after the war and the fireworks going off, he felt all those men's fears and his own fear.

That was a major turning point for him.

It didn't help that between 1928 and 1942 there were another 56 deaths in factories and stores due to fireworks. And then after World War Two, the sound of fireworks began to make America's heart race.

After a few years America decided he would leave his big house in Washington DC and go to another one of his houses. This house was further away from any firework show the city was doing. He wouldn't feel anxious and would be able to celebrate his independence/birthday in peace and quiet. But by that time it was the 1980s and more people were doing fireworks in the comfort of their backyards. The noise and smoke that filled the street of America's suburban house terrified him. Were they under attack? He had rushed to investigate only to find people with fireworks and firecrackers.

America gave up, it was probably just him upset by this whole mess. Those who had shell shock probably got used to it by now, correct?

But then in the 2000s he began to hear more talk, more talk of veterans struggling with the fireworks. Dogs struggling with the fireworks. Pets, kids, many more people then he assumed were scared of the loud fireworks. And in a way it explained to him why at the turn on the 1900s he began to have a change of heart about fireworks, a feeling of unease and uncomfort. Because despite how much he partied or celebrated on July 4th he still just didn't feel right, that something was wrong.

Then more and more states began to ban the setting off of fireworks for personal use but that wouldn't stop the citizens despite the growing number of people who found discomfort with them. America wouldn't go anywhere in the South around the 4th of July mostly staying in States that had the strictest bans on fireworks. By this time his fear of fireworks had greatly decreased especially since he realized the cause, it wasn't all his feelings but Americans feelings as well.

He even began to host some birthday parties where you could see the city sanctioned firework show. Firework shows were different to him then just the random ones in someone's back yard, those were expected, well controlled, a professional was doing it.

America hopes that one day he'll be able to like fireworks again but that probably wouldn't be until people stopped doing it on their own or when people and animals stopped being upset by it. Both those cases seem unlikely, so America will just grit his teeth and accept the firework tradition.

I even used some sources for this *insert surprise pikachu* History of Fireworks Firework Accidents and Deaths I couldn't find out when it became the norm to do your own fireworks but I assumed at least by the 80s. I also believe states began putting in place bans/laws about personal fireworks in the early 2000s but don't quote me.

[lover-of-skellies]

I need,, some advice (once again)

@ anyone who's owned a gerbil or rodent in general: how do you help them get better from a super bad ear infection? Like... to the extent that there's pus and it makes the entire room smell like the bowels of hell itself

It's my room that's being stunk up, and it smells worse than my cat's litter box after I've given him wet food. My sibling doesn't want the gerbil upstairs in their room because they have health concerns about the gerbil (the gerbil herself is super old), but she's been in my room for more than a year now

I feel like an ass for wanting the gerbil out of my room because she's very old and sick and might die soon, but the smell is so bad that it's starting to make me feel unwell, I stg

[autisticaradiamegido]

no art again today. after losing my grandma last week i have just lost my dog and i am not really sure what is gonna be my best coping mechanism atm. basically just expect art to be maybe a little sparse and unpredictable in the coming days while I am readjusting to uhhh. all of this. or maybe i will wake up tomorrow and be suddenly caught by the desire to draw for hours and hours without stopping! i really can't say for sure.

but you're all very compassionate and understanding about this shit every time i have to go awol for a bit and i would like you to know i appreciate the hell out of that.

[beanswithbones]

To my little old lady,

Pookie, you got me through so much in highschool and I'm sorry after I moved I didn't come home to visit you more often. I will cherish these last 4 days with you. I will sit by you as I play videogames on my crappy little Chromebook.

I wish I could spend more time with you. I wish you weren't slipping from me so quickly. You've gotten so skinny, your strong loud meow has mellowed, your purr is weak and we have to carry you to your food and litter. Yet you cuddle so lovingly, you butt your head against our hands the best you can muster. You may be weak but you're happy. And I hope you'll be happy still when I hold you in my arms for the last time.