#trigger warning: pet death

[megpricephotography]

Apparently, today (2nd Tuesday in June) is World Pet Memorial Day, so I thought I'd share some pictures... My dear old Barney, who passed away in May of 2023 aged 16.5 years. Truly, the best of friends, who accompanied me on so many adventures & helped me through the worst time of my life. I cannot imagine any of my 20s without this dog at my side.

Barney's 1st dog-pal, Delilah (mostly known as Dilly) the Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. She was born in 2002 & passed in 2013. She belonged to dad's family & Barney lived with her for the first few years I had him. What a fantastic little dog she was - the sort of pup who could go anywhere & was always so sweet & just happy. Those little paws of hers covered many miles over the years, although she was also entirely happy curled up on "her" chair all day.

Lyra & Hovis were border collies who belonged to my dad's SO. Lyra the little blue merle was very good friends with Barney, they loved running about together. Hovis wasn't the biggest fan of Barney, bless him but he was an absolutely sweet lad.

Tessa the German Shepherd Dog belonged to my best friend. She had been trained as a working dog for the military but seemed very happy to retire & spend her last few years as a pet! Excellent, 10/10 at scary barky faces but a lovely dog!

Not a dog... my little Elsie-cat, who we adopted in 2007 as an unnamed stray from a local rescue centre. She was such a great kitty & even came to live with me & my friends for my last year at uni. She helped us all write our final dissertations. She & Barney were good pals (she was The Boss of course!) for years. I was devastated to lose her aged 12.

And finally... Bertie, the border collie. He belonged to my beloved granddad (who sadly passed in 2011). Bertie was the unwanted "runt" of a litter born on a farm in the early '90s & he really should've been out working sheep but instead, he lived as a much loved but not much trained pet. He was wild! I was a small child at the time & I thought Bertie was the most fun animal in the entire world. By the age of 5 I knew I wanted my own border collie one day - because of Bertie. He's why I had Barney & have Flynn. Character wise, my Flynn reminds me a lot of old Bert, it makes me smile.

[inlovewithhisblueeyes]

In case you haven’t seen the other story that features Paris, she passed away this morning.

I’m glad that her antics and personality brought joy to you all. She was my baby and I only wish I had gotten more time with her. There were so many things I wish we could have done together namely taken her to namesake city.

She was my constant companion and always down for a car ride or trip to an antique store. We shared burgers and cheese. Paris got me through some rough patches and was a great big sis to Gizmo, my cat

This part is for Paris:

Thank you for choosing that depressed 18 year old all those years ago. You saved me just as I saved you. Please keep my grandpa company just like you used to.

I’ll love you always. 🩵

A Pup's Commendation

Pairings: Henry Cavill x Female Reader, Kal x Paris (puppy love)

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: Mentions of pets being stressed out, Fluffy goodness

A/N: This past weekend was Independence Day weekend and fireworks were going on every single night with Sunday night being the worst. However, one of the houses on my street left out a sign with some treats, toys, and poo bags. Paris definitely appreciated it after the night we had. She was a bit of wreck. @sif-the-tsunami and had a discussion about how we hoped Kal was okay last night and thus this idea was born.

Attention! Pups of Cordova

As commendation for your perseverance through this treacherous weekend, please help yourself to a treat and a toy! (with your owner’s permission) (also, some poo bags)

Henry had first seen the sign as he left his lodgings for his morning run. He did not get too close to look at it in the low morning light and just assumed it was another garage sale sign. Plus, he was feeling rather ragged after a weekend of Kal freaking out over the firework displays. Three continuous nights of Kal’s carrying on and distressed pacing were three nights too many. Kal had been most disagreeable about getting up from his spot to join his master, preferring to have a nice lie in.

The man couldn’t fault his pup for his behavior for even Henry considered skipping his run. However, after the hefty portion of takeaway last night, he knew deep down that he needed to go for it. The only downside of being in Los Angeles was the availability of any cuisine whenever one wanted. He forced himself to continue on his usual route around the neighborhood with the promise of a nice cup of coffee once he got back. Maybe then the bear would deign it the proper time to get a start on with his day.

The side of Los Angeles was serene when it wasn’t under siege from the extravaganza of illegal fireworks. He was close enough to the studios so if he wanted a few more minutes of sleep, it wouldn’t affect how long it took to get there. On his next trip, Henry wouldn’t mind staying here again. There were plenty of places to walk Kal, the restaurants were dog friendly, and the people were amiable. The man supposed being a few minutes away from all of the studios had them used to seeing celebrities out and about.

Henry slowed as his home away from home came up ahead once again. Perhaps he had found a part of Los Angeles that wasn’t so bad after all. Had he known about it years ago he might not have been so willing to leave. He shook that thought from his head and he approached the front door, ready for a shower and some coffee.

The second time the actor had seen the sign was thanks to Kal dragging him towards it a few hours later. The bear had caught the whiff of something worth checking out and decided that the best method of investigation was to charge after it regardless of being attached to the lead. Kal had dragged his master 20 feet to the white gate two houses down and there lay his prize to the left of the sign.

Kal had scarfed down the first bowl and was attempting to move to the second when Henry finally caught onto him. He had been too busy getting a better look at what the sign said and laughing.

“Kal, leave it,” he ordered as he attempted to move the dog away,” They’re not all for you pig, no matter how much you want them.”

The bear huffed at his owner and followed his command but not before stealing a ball from the pile. It wasn't until the walk was over and two back inside that Kal revealed his hand. He dropped the spit-covered ball at the man’s feet, tail wagging and eager to play.

“Oh bear, you naughty dog,” Henry chuckled before tossing the ball.

The third time the sign made an appearance was close to sundown. Henry had made a point to go the opposite direction to keep Kal from being tempted to eat up the rest of the treats. There was a cool breeze in the air and they weren’t alone on the street. Some people were just getting home from the day, children were playing in their yards, and a few other dogs were being walked as well.

It was a peaceful way to end the day. By the time the two circled back and around headed back home, streaks of orange, red, and pink pierced the sky. They were in the home stretch near the sign and its bounty when a little spotted pup ran into view towards the treats. Kal bolted towards the dog and his leash was ripped from Henry’s hands. The smaller dog ran towards the treats and Kal was quick to join them.

Henry sprinted off after his dog and a figure on the end of the street did the same.

“Paris! Get back here bubba,” the person yelled.

The two humans reached the house at the same time and were equally surprised at the sight before them. Both dog’s tails were wagging as they gorged themselves on treat heaven. Kal even went as far as to knock open the boxes of Milkbones for his new friend. What was left at their respective owners' arrival was soggy cardboard, empty bowls, and two equally pleased pups.

They looked up at their owners with innocent faces like there weren't remnants of treats dusted over their muzzles. Henry glanced over at the new arrival and saw that you had the same face of exasperation that he did. In your hands was a harness and leash sans dog, clears signs of a runaway pup. The two pups were none the wiser to their owner’s moods and got busy sniffing the other.

“Well it looks like two pups are in the dog house tonight,” you offered shyly.

“There’s no question about that. I’m Henry and that bear of a dog is Kal,” he offered, holding out his hand.

You shook his hand and replied, “Y/N and that spotted devil is Paris.”

The two of you attempted to approach your respective dogs, but Kal made quick work to tangle himself around Paris. The two seemed quite enamored with each other.

“I’m so sorry about that. Kal, let’s go!” Henry ordered, grabbing onto to Kal's leash and attempting to move him away.

"It’s alright. Paris needs friends of her own species. She’s rather fond of the cats at the cafe two blocks over,” You giggled and bent down to scoop up your pup.

Kal let out an annoyed whine at his new friend being taken away so soon, there were still balls that needed to be played with and dirt to get covered in.

“Come on Romeo. I’m sure you’ll see Paris later,” Henry teased as he patted Kal’s head.

“You definitely will. We live just over there,” You offered as Paris was wiggling around in your arms, trying to rejoin her friend.

“I think both of us will hold you to that. Have a nice night, Y/N. Try to stay out of trouble, Paris.”

“Same to you and Mr. Kal. Goodnight,” You said, giving him a small wave before turning and making your way to your house.

Kal let out a sad bork as the two of you left his sight.

Henry sighed as he looked down at his dog, “Yeah, me too buddy.”

Maybe being in Los Angeles wasn't so bad after all.

[certainwizardlady]

We wish we had more time with you. We wish you didn’t feel any pain. We wish we could go back and be with you all over again. We have a thousand wishes for you to be at peace.

This morning we lost our fur baby. I’m going to be gone for a bit. I’ll see you all when I see you.

[adhdnojutsu]

No TW because I don't think anyone needs to make my stuff about them.

I used to beg my mother, sometimes in tears, to stop letting my cat Chetzi into her apartment where he has access to the road because he'd wind up dead one of these days. And she'd tell me I'm being ridiculous, he has "no reason" to cross the road, and it doesn't "feel nice" to kick him out whenever he slipped in because she "enjoys his company". After we got so many front row seats to what happens when you let your cat roam, but only I seem to have learned from that.

On November 9, 2021, the inevitable happened, and as I was sitting in the road with his guts spilling through my fingers, my mother rambled some weird gibberish about "I couldn't have known this would happen". To this day, I am SO confused?? She knew FOR A FACT that it would happen, because I told her so. It's my cat. My cat, my rules, or so you'd think. Guess who found a 450 Euro charge on her Visa because my boy deserved a custom urn for his 450 Euro ashes...

He was my boy for 11 years. Got him from a vet in Haifa who stores found kittens and hands them to people. I heard this one kitten screaming in the next room, he went in there, came out with the screaming kitten, a tiny little tangerine of 3 weeks, plunked him down in my hands, and he calmed down. I tried to hand him back, so he started crying again, so I stuffed the little thing in my purse and took him home. Whenever he saw I was sad, he'd run up mewing all worried, sit on me, refuse to budge, and lick the tears off my face.

But hey, as long as she got to "enjoy his company", amirite?

Also, someone somewhere else said I should blur the image because "some people have a hard time with pet loss". No shit? Why does it sound like they think I don't? "It's a sensitive topic" you don't fucking say LMAO really WHAT a thing to SAY to someone who just drew a whole picture about how sensitive that topic is...

[rh-leon]

I wrote an essay about how I relate to Cloud Strife from FFVII, here's the finished product.

Trigger warnings for mentions of dysphoria, suicidal ideation, and pet death. Spoilers for FFVII and Advent Children.

[wendelin-utt]

So... about those cat pictures.

Some of you might be confused why I have suddenly posted 5 full post that just was titled 'Part ____ / 5'. There is a reason. You can view each post from this one. It's because I have a lot to talk about.

As there's a lot to talk about, and it's talking about something in particular. If this were in a fic on ao3, there will be the archive warning of major character death.

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5

Sadly, my grey cat, Libra, had been put down recently. As in today recently. The pictures I posted were of her and her sister. I've had these cats in my life for a long time. I remember them when I was 11, and I'm pretty sure they've been with us for even longer. After all, my younger sibling remembers the cats we having these cats a year earlier, as I would have been 10.

It was expected, especially for her age... but still. Don't worry, I'm fine. At least, I think I am? I don't know anymore as I'm tearing up while writing this. It's only been about an hour since she was put down. I didn't want her to suffer longer than she already had.

Actually, no I ain't completely fine. My heart still hurts, the wound is still fresh. However, I should be fine in some amount of time. It makes sense though, as Libra has been with me for about half of my life.

What devastates me even more is how I'm learning with how I grieve. I've only really experience this type of pain... once? Twice, if I'm stretching it. I'll explain the 'first' time... IE the one that is stretching because it happened first.

My sister-in-law passed away in... 2017? 2018? Well, all you need it know is her death was a few years before the one that I actually felt as I currently feel right now towards my own cat. I felt pain for her death, but not in the way one might expect. My thought process of grief was more for my older sister, my sister-in-law's wife.

I felt as though I could have prevented that death, as they both were living in the same place as I was. Not once does her death bring me to tears to think about, unlike the other example... unlike how I feel towards Libra as well. However, the thing I felt most was guilt. As I said, thought if I did something, that my sister-in-law would still be around.

Don't worry, I don't blame myself anymore. I know there's likely nothing I could have done different that would have brought my sister-in-law back. However... there are still those doubtful thoughts lingering. Not loud enough for me to pick up on them unless I want to bring up how I felt about it in the past.

The next death that felt much closer to home, at least for my heart... was actually one that many people felt. A legend for the Minecraft Community. Yeah, you all know who I'm talking about. It was like a gut punch when I found out that he didn't beat his fight against cancer.

The thing about it that made his death worse for me, made it more raw... was the fact I was crying. Unlike my own sister-in-law, who I didn't even cry for, for being just fine... Technoblade's death just sliced me to fine pieces. It made my heart just squeeze in pain. Knowing that, effectively, I was grieving some stranger over someone I knew personally.

I was able to gather myself quickly, long enough that his death doesn't feel raw... until I didn't have to avoid his content or anything that covered him. Yeah. I still feel bad that his death affected me more over my own sister-in-law. I still have a piece of jewelry that used to be hers, by the way. A ring, in particular.

Now my cat passed... I was in a call with friends to help me get my mind away from the topic. I just didn't want to be alone with my thoughts. I was trying to avoid thinking all together. I listened to music, softly singing it to myself to keep myself from thinking.

In a way, I'm using this post to help... vent my emotions? Is that the word? I don't know, I don't typically make these types of posts. For the whole post, what I've been trying to say is that someone very close to me kicked the bucket.

After her passing, I'm starting to realize how... well, strong I am? I don't like how I feel, that it's not effecting me more than it has been. As though I could handle the type of deaths one must experience in places like hospice care.

For those who want a summary of what all I typed there, it's simple. Reread that first sentence in this whole ramble. Libra, my grey cat... she's no longer with us. I was there, for the whole process.

Doing this... actually helped me a lot more than I thought it would. It felt good, getting all of that off my chest.

[bataddictedloony]

Today I had to bring my cat to the pet cremation centre. Leaving her there was one of the hardest things ive ever done. And thats saying smthn since i climbed up and down a mountain yesterday with 0 training.

it feels wrong for her to be there, with people she doesnt know, in a place shes never been. Its awful to think about what theyre gonna do to her. The fact that i’ll get her back tomorrow doesnt really feel like a comfort, cus she wont be herself, she’ll be ashes. But then i think “she’s never gonna be herself again, cus she’s gone.” And i have this pain in my chest all the time, that started the second i got the phonecall and hasn;t gone away yet.

they put her on a lil pillow and put some flowers next to her, and i pet her and held her lil paws and told her i miss her and i love her and tht she was the best cat and it just ripped me to fuckin shreds

I feel guilty that i wasn’t there. I was on holiday, my first relax holiday in ages, and i thought it’d be alright to go just a few days and have my parents check on her and by day 2 of vacation, she was gone. And she was mewing before i left, like she was telling me not to go, it’s almost time, pls stay with me. She had been more clingy than usual the past few weeks, and i just feel like i should’ve known and should;ve canceled my vacation. Like intellectually, i know it’s fine. My parents spent the evening with her, she cuddled with my dad, and then the next day they found her in her favourite sleeping position so we know she went painlessly and comfortable. And i still feel guilty that i wasn’t there to hold her.

i just feel sad. This overwhelming sadness that takes over the body. My back aches and i’ve been throwing up everything i’ve been eating. Though the muscle aches might be the consequences of climbing that damn mountain. Mom says the heat and the stress from pretty much grieving my best friend for 18 years prolly isn’t helping so there’s that.

i have to live with the reality that she’s gone and no longer in pain and that her living up to age 18 meant she had a fantastic life and all that is true. Mostly i just want her back with me, alive and annoying and cuddly.

[tap1rs]

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[honeycombhank]

Well, I have sad news

⚠️ Pet death trigger warning ⚠️

3/14/24

I was holding my rats how I always do, sometimes one or many at once until everyone has had some good quality time and if I don’t get to everyone then I start the next day with who ever was up next.

Today I had been holding TipToe and Apple pie and then went to feed everyone because it was far past bedtime and I needed to start bedtime routine, this means I make sure I at least look at every rat making sure they are doing well and ensures I never miss something like a new health issue or injury that could have popped up that particular night, I saw everyone, everyone except mama moony, she had not come out for dinner, and even in her old age she always came out to eat dinner and say goodnight, tonight she did not, I knew what this most likely meant and moved boxes and bedding very carefully to try and find her, she was in their fizzy water box house and had passed away sometime this evening. My love helped me move her.. the ants had come to try and salvage her body and I couldn’t handle seeing it.

I won’t describe it but I will say it was really frightening and made me feel so uncomfortable and sad. I couldn’t have kept that from happening because even though I am taking steps everyday to keep the ants at bay they still are coming out immediately at even a thought of something worth it to them. I’m doing my absolute best at keeping things clean..

We quickly found something to put her in and removed her three daughters as well and placed them into a small cage with fresh bedding and water. I will clean their big cage tomorrow.

I have more to say but I just wanted to share what happened with you guys, I hope what I did share wasn’t too scary for anyone.

I am missing our sweet Mama Moony, she was so good at caring for all her babies and really showed such emotion and empathy towards other living creatures, she was always so kind and gave me one of the best experiences getting to watch her give birth and become a mother and seeing her navigate the way of the world.

Rest in peace Mama Moony Pooh. Don’t forget about us up in ratty heaven.

[kael-writ]

sometimes I wish cops were as kindly and benign as white boomer ladies think.

This dog has been barking outside my window at 1am for like a half hour and I fantasize about calling some friendly governmental helper to go over there and knock on the door and tell them to take their dog in.

Now, if I did call the real cops, the barking would also stop.

[atomic52]

RIP Gozer 3/12/2023 to 11/2/2023

"i loved you, i lost you. i didn't know you for as long as we should have but i know you loved me and i loved you. fly high my little limp noddle." 

Gozer was a very special cat, i had been keeping tabs on him since before he was born and i got him from and longtime friend so losing him so soon just makes it hurt that much more. 

[alttheloco]

I’m gonna be bitchy.

I fuckin hate it when people post things about cute little animals dying without any sort of cw. Like catch me crying over cats that I’ve never seen before just bc I was caught off guard by a sudden rlly sad death

[butleroftoast]

Trigger warning: pet death.

And I mean, actual. Not a stupid headcanon.

Flight was delayed by an hour. When we finally got onto the runway, I opened my messages quickly to let my family know I was on the move.

Which is how I learned, thirty seconds before leaving the ground, that my cat escaped the house and was hit by a car.

I don't know what to do. I feel cold and hollow. All the excitement for this trip has turned to ash, leaving me standing in my layover airport having a mental breakdown. I can't even get a hug for two weeks. I want to go home. I want my little buddy.

I'm sorry for posting something so depressing but I just feel utterly, utterly lost, with no one to turn to.

[sarahlancashire]

my dearest darling dog polly has died this evening & i don't know how to live without her