Memories with your beloved pets who have passed away.

My fishy Minnie :(
I remember when I held onto her...in the tank :XD

My cat Gizmo.
I remember how whenever I was upset or crying, she'd come and lay with me.

My kitten Stubby liked to cuddle up to my neck and put his face on my cheek. He'd follow me around the house too.

i remember the time i was cleaning my hamster's cage so i put him in his little ball, and somehow he got out of it and was running loose in the house lol, i eventually found him though

My dog Molly.
She was really protective of me and my sister when we were little.

I had a boxer that pretty much committed suicide. She had 10 puppies and she was a little over a year old. She jumped out in the road after she heard a car and I was standing there the entire time. I was distraught.

She always knew how to cheer me up. When I was sad she would nudge me to cheer up and once gave me a hug by putting her paws on my shoulders and laying her head next to mine. She would also run up to me, when she was a little puppy, and jump off my legs and do flips.

I had a German Shepherd that loved soccer. When we played, if I stole the ball from her she would run past me and run away with the ball when she took it from me. She would run up to the side of the house and plop down on the ground with it between her paws and set her head on it giving me a death stare.
haha

My cat died last Friday.
She was 17, older than me. It was weird being in my house without her. She's always been there.
She was my baby. Obviously. I miss her like hell.

She died on the same day that my dad got remarried.
And he got her when he was first married to my mum.
Tbh, I like to think that she was waiting for him to be happy again.
She's been ill for years. It's too much of a coincidence that she die on his wedding day.

Miss her. I'm actually crying right now. ):

My cat used to eat hot wings with me. But he got hit by a car.

=( Bubba <3456789

I had a dog, his name was Scooter. We've had him since I was a baby pretty much.
He passed away a few years ago.

My mom said that he would always be around me, and he wouldn't let me go down the front porch stairs, even when I cried, screamed and hit him to move. He wouldn't move a single muscle.

I moved when I was about 9 years old, and I had to leave him behind.
We didn't sell the house, my dad goes back and forth, since his company is there.
And everytime I'd go back to my hometown, he'd be always there waiting for me to open the vehicle door. =)

Over the years I've lost 4 dogs, 2 cats and 2 hampsters. But the one I have to say I miss the most was my dog George.

George was my very first pet. My Aunt had found him as a pup wandering around outside her plant where she worked. She put him in a carseat box and brought him to my house, thinking it would make a good pet for me seeing how I was an only child without a playmate often.

I immediatly fell in love with him, giving him a bath in our front yard to rid him of the white paint stain on his forehead. George was my companion for 12 years. I had him when I was 3 or 4 and he lived up until I was 13 or 14 I believe. He was a really smart dog and very protective. he could read people and tell if they were mean or not.

I remember one time...I was sitting on the porch with him, brushing him. it was a lazy summer afternoon at the trailer and I was waiting on my mom to come home from work. Dad had left not that long ago. Two men riding bikes came up to my proch making george sit up and stare at them.

They were bible sellsmen but something about them scared me. I leaned over toward George and wrapped my arms around his neck, I was only 8 or so. The sellsmen talked with me, giving me funny smiles and asking a lot of questions. Finally, fed up with dealing with them I told them.

"My dog doesnt like you." The younger man (he looked about 19 or so), looked at George and reached out to pet him, causing George to reach out and snap at him. Both of them left right after that and didn't bother my grandfather who lived next door or my aunts and uncles around me because I let George go and he roamed from house to house.

I was so sad the day I came home, my mom and dad even cried. He had went down the road to where a girl dog was (she'd had his pups not that long ago and he'd been known to make trips down there and back.) when he was hit by a car. The driver loaded him up and took him from house to house asking whose dog he was. It was my grandfather who told him who it belonged to.

The driver felt really sorry so he helped my dad and uncle bury him over the hill where we used to live. I remember crying my eyes out for days, George had been my best friend since I was small and I saw so sad he had died. But now looking back, I don't feel so bad anymore. He's not in pain or sick like he would be if he was still alive today.

And if he hadn't have died I wouldn't have been able to adopt Tigger (our cat). That doesnt mean I'll ever forget him though.

Oh, goodness. The first thing that comes to mind is my first hamster. Her name was Ginger. She used to get out of her cage all the time, even when I placed a heavy book or brick ontop of the cage. My mother always called her Houdini. xD One morning, I remember waking up vaguely and looking at my cat, who was sitting next to her litter box and staring in it. I rolled over at first, but soon realized that there was something moving in the box. I got up and it was my hamster. There was a little ledge on the outside of the box, so that's how she lifted herself in. But the inside was smooth and she couldn't get out. Her cheeks were full of cat food from the kitchen, and she had chewed up the tiles in the corner of the bathroom. My cat at the time had no hunting instinct. Even though the hamster would roam the apartment at night and eat her food.

Ahh, good memories.

I lost my cat this morning, so I'm still in that horrible state where you're like...you don't really believe it's happened. But I'm so heartbroken, I really can't describe the hurt this has caused. I should've known it would happen, she'd been having loads of problems and she was nearly sixteen but it's like. I don't know life without Holly there, she's always been there, curled up on the sofa next to me as I go on the laptop, or curled on my feet whilst I sleep, and how she always used to jump up on the sofa to try and nick food of your plate. And yeah, she got grumpy as she got older but she was so loveable and everyone fell in love with her.

I can't begin to imagine how it's going to be, coming in from college and not seeing her bound over to the door to say hello. It all hurts to much at the moment. She died in her sleep though, which makes me feel a little more at ease, and she knows we all loved her to bits here and I'm going to miss her so much. It really just won't be the same without her here.

My cat, Pud Girl, was put down the day after New Year's in 2005. I remember holding her before Dad got home and took her to the vet, and seeing her that night and calling Dad to tell him she was sick. Only a few months before, I had been petting her and she bit my hand lightly. I found out later that if a cat does that, then it likes you. I also remember tying a slipknot into a piece of yarn and putting it on her tail; she spun for minutes at a time before stumbling everywhere.

My other cat, Pud Boy, died October 29, 2005. He was pretty much my best friend. I remember putting him under a washbasket and watching the basket slide across the floor because he was pushing it. One of my favorite memories is of him jumping a foot or two in the air to hit my hand with the top of his head.

My dog Dash, died six days ago. He got hit by a car, because he used to love jumping our fence. I remember my mom getting a call from my dad when we were at Macy's. I cried and cried so much, I didn't care if people saw me crying.

The wound is still kind of fresh. My dad buried him in the backyard, near the fence he used to jump on. I can't go out there without bawling like a baby and babbling some nonsense.

I feel bad for my other dog though. She's his mom and she was sniffing his body and whimpering. She left to my aunt's house and comes back on Saturday. Apparently, when you call out his name, she runs to the door, waiting for him.

:/

My boxer, Derby passed away three years ago. He passed away on Easter Sunday and now, I hate Easter and can't leave my dogs alone on that day.

He was only a year old and we don't know the cause of death. My parents were in South Carolina with my mom's parents, because one of the doctors said that my grandfather only had a few months to live (he's still alive today) and they were figuring out stuff there. My brother and I were staying with my dad's parents. The Saturday before we kept Derby in his crate and every time I visited the house, there was throw up in it. By the second time I grew nervous and called my parents. They told me he probably ate something that made his stomach upset.

The next day, my neighbor lets him outside on his line and walks away to feed our horses. He turns around and finds Derby passed out on the ground. He called my Pop and he came up to our house and Derby wouldn't move. They called a vet up in Oxford and she came to pick him up. That vet worked on him 8 hours straight and couldn't get him to come out of it. He had slipped into a coma.

They think the cause of death was that his stomach twisted or a ruptured ulcer. We don't know. It still kills me inside that maybe I could have done something, but how could've I known?

Derby was the first pet I had ever lost and I couldn't even stay in my own house for days. I stayed at my aunt and uncle's house and sobbed.

I still miss him everyday and sometimes I even see him chasing the birds out in the front yard.

R.I.P. Derby, I love you.

August 22, 2000 - My dog Peanut, who was a sweet lovable mixed chihuahuah was found dead behind my uncle's car. She apparently died of heart worms.

2003 - My black lab puppy, Elvis also died of heart worms or something but I think it was Parvo...

2010 - My dog, Blaze had gotten sick and suddenly vanished without a trace. But he was sick so I assume my grandpa had let him go early in the morning so that he could go and die in our woods. :'(

I also had various cats die as well but I was only close to at least two of them. One is a siamese cat called Trouble and the other was a male tabby I named after my aunt when I was little (I couldn't tell the difference between females and males back then).

RIP my beloved Babies..

Oh and my mom's dog, Precious who watched over me as I grew up and she died before I could even turn 8. She was a rat terrier and was one of my best friends when I was little. No matter how much I pulled on her tail or even played rough with her, she would always lic my face and playfully bite back, not hard, but she was always protecting me.

Just as Peanut had done after her. :)

One of my dogs, Jonathan, died today (well, I found him dead today, I believe it may have actually happened last night.) He was 13 years old; I think he was like 8 or 9 when we got him. He was a good, old boy; he was the kinda dog that was good to just chill with.
I remember how he used to snort and grunt like a little potbelly pig (and kinda looked like one too because he was a pudgy, old corgi.) And how he would bark almost literally like "BARK", we joked that he was actually a little old man in a tiny dog suit. I remember how he was so lazy, low key, and reserved most of the time, and how when he was happy to see someone he would smile and sorta dance at their feet. One time when he did that, my friends started squeeing about how he was so cute, and it was like instant love for everyone.
RIP Johnny. I love you.

I actually feel really guilty, because some of the last memories I have of my cat Jessie was me being mean to her. I think they just stuck in my head because her death was really sudden - we just took her to the vet for a check up and they said they'd have to put her down the next day - and I felt like I hadn't been giving her enough love recently. I had been like, shooing her out of my room and stuff for the past couple of weeks when she wanted attention because I had been busy.

I really regret it, she was the best cat ever. She was so chilled and friendly and adorable, she never grew to be very big and she pretty much acted like a kitten her whole life. We saved her from my uncle - his cat had kittens and his son decided it would be a good idea to put one of them (Jessie) in the mop bucket.

I remember my cat Lucy[fer]... She was the best cat ever<3!

We had just gotten her fixed, and we recently found out that the office we took her to re-used their cheap tools if you got a discounted surgery. She died two weeks after her surgery. This happened three years ago.

She always slept with me at night, every night. She'd sit in front of my door at scream and beat at the door and try to open the door until I let her in.
She died on November 5th, 2008, born on April 1st, 2006. I woke up the morning of the 5th, and she had passed while I was asleep. I still have the Tinkerbell pillow she slept on. <3

My German Short-haired Pointer, Dottie, was the best friend I had growing up. When she was a pup, she had Parvo, but we managed to get her to the veterinary college in the next town just in time. It stunted her growth, but she still ran around and had the energy of a puppy until the day we had to put her to sleep.

She loved sleeping in my bed when we started bringing her inside during the winter. I remember one Fourth of July, we had gone to a friend's house to have a cook out. When the fireworks started going off, being a former hunting dog, she thought it was gunfire, and jumped the fence looking for the kill. She walked into a grocery store across the street. It happened again the next year.

One day, we found a lump near her hind leg. We took her to the vet, and they determined it was cancer. It was a small tumor, and they said it probably wouldn't get any bigger. We couldn't afford surgery, so we took her home. It eventually got bigger and rubbed against her leg. One day, while I was at work, my little sister had noticed her limping and bleeding. The tumor had gotten so big so quick, that it rubbed her leg raw. My dad took her to the vet to be put to sleep. When I got home, I knew something was wrong, because I didn't hear barking when I arrived.

It has been about 4 years, but it still seems unreal. I still have her collar with her tags that I keep around my rear-view mirror in my car. I always said I would take her with me when I moved out, so I did.