Memories with your beloved pets who have passed away.

My dog, Palmer, died in 2003. I forget which month.
He broke his hip and when we sent him to the animal clinic, he contracted pneumonia. He died about a week later from the pneumonia.
I was so sad when he died. He was really a sweet dog. He made the perfect lap dog and the perfect friend when you had no one else.

My cat dikota was... well... kind of a stragne cat.
He would walk with me to school, make sure I get their safe, then walk back home.
Whenever I sat down, he would walk behind me, and his side would urub against my back.
Also, all you readers might just freak out, but, he was an outdoor cat, and always wandered into the forest. He would rip apart mice, and leave their hearts on our front doorstep. Yeah, disgusting, but it was how he showed us his love, I suppose. I remember, lieing in my older sisters king size bed, with my two brothers, all trying to get to sleep, when my mom came into the room and told us he died.
No one slept that night.
I miss him. :(

R. I. P Dikota. <3

My dog that died like 5 years ago was awesome.
When we were younger, I attempted to run away with her and I used to pull her around by the ear when I was 3 years old.
Good times.
Then I remember, the day before my birthday, my dad woke me up in the morning to tell me she had passed away.
R.I.P

Whiney Butt, my old domestic tabby cat, died a few years back. He was old and so, so sweet. I remember getting him from a store on Williamson Road, and growing with him.

And sharing my yogurts, cereals, ice creams...
:tehe:

My dog, Tim, died about four years ago. He was sick and had to be put down, and I just wish that I could have been there, but me, my two sisters and our mum were at my cousin's place.

He really was a part of the family, and we'd had him since before my little sister was born.

I remember that he really hated baths, and if he knew he was about to get one, he wouldn't cooperate at all. And he was attached to his collar...because it once fell off and he acted all embarrassed and helped my dad find it so he could put it back on.

He used to wake me up if I didn't keep my door closed...I'd think he needed to go to the toilet (we didn't have a dog door), but it'd usually turn out that he wanted his biscuits. :XD

Both our rabbits have died too. Mine was called Snowball, and my sister's was Diablo. I remember that Snowball bit my sister once when she was feeding him lettuce, and Diablo seemed to like Sweet Chili and Sour Cream chips.

We had quite a few mice too, but we only had two at a time. During winter, we made them hot water bottles to make sure they wouldn't freeze (that happened once sadly) and my dad put one under his arm pit once to bring its body temperature up.

My bird Tukituki, he died last February but I still miss him a lot.
He was my favorite pet, he was with me since I was a little kid. Had him for 15 years of my seventeen years of life.
I would take him outside of the apartment and walk around with him so he could enjoy being outside. I never clipped his wings nor put those weird leashes on him. He would fly but he would either come back, or land somewhere nearby and wait til I got to him. I buried him, because he truly deserved it. I loved him very much, may he continue resting in peace :)

My first dog, Jessie, was put down due to cancer when I was in fourth grade. She was - what? fourteen years old? My parents got her before any of us kid boppers were born.
I'll never forget her. I remember how she used to be such a water rat, and she used to let us hang on her tail while she pulled us through the water.
And oh my, I will never ever forgot how Hunter reacted after she died. He'd lay out on the porch for days waiting for her to come home. He was in love with her. Puppy love is always the best love. (More on Hunter below).
I miss her so much.

Sadie was the next one who passed away. Or, rather, was put down. We had her for about three weeks. She wasn't old. She tried to bite my brother in the face.
But, hey! It was his fault. She came from a family where the children tormented her all the time and there were seven other male dogs in the house always picking fights with her, stealing her food and humping her. I'd be annoyed too. We saved her because she bit a little girl in the face, because the girl was up in her face while she was eating. (She was protective of her food because, like stated earlier, it was often stolen). My brother, being a dumbass, did the same thing the little girl did after being warned multiple times. Even as he was doing it, I was only a few feet away and kept saying "Derek, you idiot, you're the oldest! You should know better!" and tada, he almost got his face ripped off. He deserved it. :file:

And the latest dog, Hunter. We had to put him down a few months ago. He had really bad heart problems and was having trouble walking. He was a Newfoundland dog, and they tend to pass away at age eight to ten. He was nine years old. In the middle of the night, he started vomiting, and a lot. At 3:00am, my dad rushed him to the vet, who told him the verdict: put him down or give him heart surgery and pray he makes it through. However, with all of his heart problems, there's no way he'd survive even five minutes of heart surgery. He was put down before I woke up that night. I never got to say goodbye. I loved him so much - he was the best. He was Tankman. I miss him.

My uncle's dog, Zach.
We took care of him though when he was in jail though.
He slept with me all the time.
He was the sweetest dog in the world and ferocious only when he had to be.
I miss him.

One of my gerbils, Emma, died yesterday due to her sister, Lacey, killing her after being together for around a year.

We had to put down my dog Roxxy, and it really hurt cuz we had her since I was 3. I cried for three days, and I didn't want to talk about her. I learned a lot from the dog. Read my story 'What I learned from the Dog'.

Sorry I deleted it. SORRY

I had a Bichon Frise (sort of like a small poodle) a few years ago, his name was Timmy and he was soo cute! He was the first dog I ever had, coz before that I had a fear of dogs and my best friend suggested I get a small dog like a terrier or a poodle to calm my fears.

I bough a Bichon puppy and named him Timmy, he was the best dog ever. He was friendly and if you didn't want to play, he'd understand and lie on your lap, and if you wanted to play he'd grab his toy and make you throw it!

He was so smart and we were so close!

But my heart broke when Timmy started to like running after cars. He picked up this habit from my next door neighbours dog, who was a sheepdog and much bigger than Timmy. Because he was so small I worried Timmy would get hit, so we ended up having to tie him up and he hated it.

One day I was riding my bike around our garden and Timmy managed to get out of the rope, and he ended up being hit by a 4x4, and the person who took my poor innocent dog's life didn't even stop. They kept going.

Timmy broke his neck and we buried him under the apple tree in our garden.

One of my favourite memories with him is playing chase up the hallway with him!

Haha sorry this was so long!

I've since got a new Bichon called Pepsi who I love so much, but Timmy will always be number one. :) :)

My cat, Saffy ,died in Feburary of a tumor in her mouth that was stopping her being able to eat.
I was four when I got her, or should I say when she found us, so had her for well over thirteen years. She literally did 'find' us. I was walking home from nursery with my mum and she followed us home. My mum fed her and she kept coming back. Scared the crap out of my dad when he came home from nightshift and found a cat wrapping its way around his legs. We called her owner but when she got sick [got an absess in her mouth] they didn't want her anymore so said we could keep her.
She was abandoned, before we got her, with her kittens, she got run over when she followed me to school one day[she did that often] she had numourous absess' in her mouth, ironically whenever we were about to go on holiday! She really did have 9 lives.

She was a wonderful cat. She used to go across the road to a neighbours house and get fed cream and all fattening food so then she became our 'Fatty Tattie' She was about the only cat I ever knew that liked water. She loved chasing it from a watering can and would get soaked. She would bring home live mice and we'd have to chase them around the house to get them out [and at that point we had a BIG house, it was nightmare]

Towards the end she started to slavour when she was happy and purred. It was a bit disgusting but a bit funny at the same time.

I miss her and was truely cut up when she died, but I have two new bundles of cats to keep my mind off of it.

I miss my kitty Gyzmo he died of kidney stones.

also the grave in my my garden has a goats skull on top to protect it.

Sooo many good pets.

R.I.P Pepper, one of my best seabrite hens died of old age a few years ago, but I still miss her. I had trained her lots of things, to play dead, to ride in a baby buggie, to stay etc. She was one of my best hens ever. No matter if I scolded her for something, she still loved me. She used to fall asleep in my lap and sing in her sleep.

R.I.P Greg.
He was truly the best rooster in the world. He just ran free in the yard and he didn't ever hurt anything. He would follow us around and watch what we were doing and he would climb in my lap even though he was heavy and he would cuddle with me, I will always miss him.

R.I.P Opheilia.
She wasn't specially trained or anything, but she didn't get into much trouble. She was one of the most beautiful kitties I have ever seen even though most might have considered her bland. I can still remember how she would cry until I would come outside and then she would lick my hands and climb in my lap and fall asleep. I hope to have a cat again soon *Sigh*

My dog Marshall died a few years ago. He was a border collie and the best dog ever. He used to walk me and my siblings to the bus stop, and be there when we got off. We would play fight and he would just up and ....ahem hump the attacker to make them stop. We would tuck long socks to the back of our pants and run as fast as we can and he would chase us and get the socks. He chased lighting and barked at thunder. He protected me and my family. I miss him so much.

I ahd a Hamster. His name was Bob, after the drummer. I got him in Feburary of 2008.

He was so cool. All white and ginger. He was like a genius, as far as hamsters go. He would never be too sleepy for food. And he loved to run around his cage. He was like SpiderHamster. He's climb on the walls. I would watch him for hours if I were let.

But then he got this weird lump on his side. And it got all gross and stuff. So we brought him to the vet. He gave Bob an injection, and then Bob peed on me. But I wasnt mad, cause it meant he was gonna be okay. That I wasnt gonna lose my little friend. And he got better, for a while. He was fine at Christmas. But then I had to go away, to my grans like every stinkin year.

He died on New Year's evening 2008. I didnt even have him ayear. But he was my best friend. And I miss him so much. But I know he's better off where he is. I just miss him. So much.

ily my little ginger buddy.

I had a Great Dane named Ebony. She was the coolest pet. She wasn't very bright and she did the most ridiculous things but it was cute none the less.

Sadly she died a week after having her first litter (that was four years ago). The vet said she had issues with her lungs and having the pups put extra stress on her. She had four pups: Danny, Sparky, Whopper and Kaede. Whopper and Kaede now live with friends of the family. The other two we kept and they are currently reeking havoc in the neighbourhood. LOL.

We miss Ebony but at least we have two perfect reminders of her.

My cat George died a couple of years ago. He was run over by a car. He was only 2.

I remember how he used to sleep on my bed with me, and he'd lie at the foot of my bed and every time I moved my feet under the covers, he'd attack them. He was always so energetic.