Memories with your beloved pets who have passed away.

  • misery's best friend

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    My 1 year old dwarf rabbit; Carrot.
    I remembered that I made her a red hoodie.
    June 20th, 2011 at 07:18am
  • Chemically Avenged

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    I had a dog named Roxy and she was the best dog ever. She died alittle over three years ago and I could never forget her. I remember the time my neightbors dog got into our yard to try to get me when I was six and she attacked him. I miss her alot.. And then there was Tanker, my horse who died last year. I miss them both :(
    July 2nd, 2011 at 02:15am
  • thaliaadvance

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    Awwww :( I'm sorry you lost your puppy. I had this cat once, beautiful, graceful, sweet, well, to me she was sweet. She was jet black and had yellow, jackO'lanturn eyes. I loved that cat, my mom found her litter inside the insulation underneath our house. The mom had been eaten by coyotes a few days prior, and it took us that long to figure out where she had stashed the kittens.

    When we started pulling them out, I had already thrown out there if there was a black one, I wanted it. Sure enough, she was the only black one in the litter, and I made her mine.

    The little beast went through it. Proved she was a fighter by bringing me decapitated critters several times her size. Proved she was a survivor after she took a BB to the eye and shook it off.

    Rest in Peace Daine. I'll love you forever.
    July 16th, 2011 at 05:39pm
  • jewelia.

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    My one week old cat, Nico, died a little over a year ago. He was small and tiny, and he was born a white cat (I don't know what he would grow up to be). I miss him a lot. He would cry all the time, and I had to stay in a room with him for three hours while I read goosebumps books and try to comfort him. It was so sickening to hear him cry all the time D:

    My favorite memory was when he would nibble and suck on the tip of my finger, and it was simply adorable. I miss him a lot.

    Rest in peace, Nico. I'll love you till the ends of the Earth.

    It's so sad to see everyone else's pets die. :'(
    July 26th, 2011 at 12:21am
  • This.Useless.Heart.

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    My baby Mojo. Cry She was a kitten we found orphaned on our property just before we moved, so we had to take her in and raise her, and, of course, take her in the move. Due to our other cat being less than friendly to other cats we had to keep her at my grandmother's (outside/on the porch), but I visited her a bunch when I could. She lived about 2 good years, but I wish we could've found a better place for her to stay so she could've lived longer. She was a beautiful little panther, and she loved cuddling and belly rubs and playing with Collin's dachshund Peaches (who was her Mama when I wasn't around. lol)

    We also lost a baby named Nipples recently. I didn't actually own her at all, but I got really really attached to her. She was actually the cat of a friend of mine's, but I basically claimed her when I stayed there. XD Nipples was the ugly duckling of her litter, but that was what made her so cute. She looked like a little alien with her ugly little face boggle eyes combo. My favorite memory of her is when Maranda and I realized "Born This Way" by Lady Gaga was her theme song and we made her dance to it. XD
    I miss that poor little baby lots. She never even got to grow up into a beautiful swan alien cat. Sad
    August 13th, 2011 at 09:03pm
  • ciao bella.

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    I don't want to cry, so I'm not going to type his name.

    When he was a baby puppy, we took him outside to play in the sprinklers, and he absolutely hated the water. So we took him outside anyway, and the sprinklers came on and he was scared at first, then he warmed up to it and tried to drink out of them, but that didn't work too well. He was actually having a good time. Then it was time to go inside, so my brother and I had to catch him so we could dry him off since he was all muddy. Eventually, we decided to use a hose on him instead of a towel. That went well, haha. He saw us coming at him with the hose, and he ran. We had to corner him over by the rose bush to get him to stay still long enough to get clean enough to come inside. He barked and barked the whole time like we were torturing him. And then when we went to take him inside he didn't want to go in, since he was having so much fun. I called him from just inside the door and he wouldn't pay any attention, so I went and got his bag of treats to give him one so he would come in, and he still wouldn't. I must have sat there for ten minutes trying to get him inside. My mom eventually had to do it because he didn't ever like to listen to me. He thought of himself as my older sibling, and he would always ignore anything I told him to do, but he loved me so much. I was the only one he would let brush his teeth. He trusted me.

    When he was diagnosed with congestive heart failure, my vet said that she wasn't sure how he was able to breathe and how his heart was still beating with so much fluid on his chest, and that was after she drained 5 pounds of fluid off. He was a beagle, so that was about a seventh of his total weight at the time. She took X-rays and said that he shouldn't be able to breathe. I just laughed and said "he is strong like bull" with a terrible Russian accent. I guess even bulls die sometimes. It just never occurred to me that it would happen to my bull.
    January 7th, 2012 at 11:20am
  • Chris Cerulli

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    My baby Dakota, this will be a long one, so bear with me.

    We adopted this one year old dog named Boo. She was 15 pounds underweight, infested with fleas, had lyme disease, had no idea how to play, and hated collars, fences and other dogs. She was perfect.

    We decided to name her Dakota. She quickly turned into my dog. I trained her, walked her, fed her and played with her. She learned super fast.

    One time, in doggie school, we were practicing recall, and my mom was seated right behind me. I called her and she ran full speed, not to me, but to my mom. She jumped right into her lap, all 50 pounds of her.

    Dakota loved going to the park. I would put her on a long lead and let her run around to her hearts content. We liked playing chase Smile

    So, on December 20, 2011 we noticed something was very wrong. She had had an accident in her bed and wouldn't take any food, even chicken. She hardly got up at all. So we decided to call the vet first thing in the morning to make an appointment.

    The next morning my mom woke up, "Paige! It's Dakota!" She sounded terrified. I got right up. Dakota had been trying to get either on or off the couch and fell. Hard. She wouldn't get up and we could tell she was very weak, and scared. We tried calling our vet, but they told us they couldn't see her until three that afternoon. Thus, we loaded her into the van and drove to the emergency veterinarian.

    We were there for almost 7 hours before we could decide on a treatment. She was anemic, jaundice and just wasn't good at all. The vet was surprised she was even able to walk with how low her red blood cells were.

    We decided on trying a blood transfusion, along with some medications to try and combat whatever was doing this.

    And it worked, kind of.

    We got another day with her. We cuddled and talked to her. On December 22, 2011 she fell again on her way back inside from a potty break. We knew it was time. We brought her back to the emergency vet and she was put to sleep.

    I held her head, kissed her, and told her everything would be okay, and she would feel all better pretty soon.

    I miss her with all my heart. It may only be a month later, but we are planning on bringing another dog, namely a puppy, into our home again within the next six months. It makes no sense to dwell on something painful. We remember the good times, and her paw print, collar, leash and picture rest on our mantle.

    In Loving Memory...
    Dakota
    Jan. 2010 - Dec. 22, 2011
    January 23rd, 2012 at 03:09am
  • cooldragon1990

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    My cat was strange but funny. She got her head stuck in a cereal box (empty) Also she would choke herself over a chair. Yep she sure was strange. Her name was Iggy.
    March 13th, 2012 at 07:02pm
  • Mini Mindfreak Casey

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    My beautiful Jack Russell Cross Terrier, Rosie. She was older than I was and as time passed, got lazier and more tired. She was always there to listen and for hugs and pats. When she was younger, she'd jump up high and onto you for attention. As she got older, she approached you and stared at you with those big, adorable, brown eyes of hers. I often told her she'd be fine ;-; We had a lot of scares with her getting hurt and not eating and eventually we took her to the vet. Eventually, they realised her organs had shut down and she had to be put down. TT_TT I miss you, sweetie. We should have taken more photos. Rest in peace.
    April 2nd, 2012 at 02:38pm
  • fen'harel

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    Sad My gorgeous Dachshund/Chihuahua mix, Cheesy. I love him so much and miss him a ton. He had to be put down due to completely losing sensitivity and movement on his hind legs; he couldn't control his bladder and bowel movements at all, and my house is simply not designed for wheels.

    I struggled so much to pay for a 500 dollar surgery. It was just me, him, and my exboyfriend who helped me a lot to reach that money.

    He was such a sweet baby. He'd howl with me and follow me whenever I went. I miss you, you Cheesy bastard Sad you're always be my little wienie
    June 4th, 2012 at 06:45am
  • villa rosie

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    When I was a little toddler, my sister and I used to have this robust fascination with hamsters whenever we went to a pet store. And one day we came home from school and went to our bedroom and we saw a hamster in a cage sat upon the desk that separated our beds. It was one of the most joyful moments of our lives.

    That had begun the chain of hamsters that came afterwards. We've had 4, all named Hammy. The first, the third, and the fourth, ran away. The second one, however, died of a tumor. He was my favourite hamster.

    I can recall the time when my dad was cleaning his cage and we had to put him in a shoe box for the time-being. I had decorated the whole box with the furniture that belonged to my barbie dolls. Then when he went to lie down, I placed a barbie blanket over him and he actually fell asleep under it. It was just an amazing sight to behold. I would have figured he'd squirm around to get away from it, but he just stayed where he was.

    I also miss him so much because I taught him how to climb his cage with the certain movements of my fingers. He was just amazing.

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    My beagle, Sunny, died a few years ago from diabetes. He was the favourite of my two dogs. I was always there for him whenever no one else was. Sometimes he was hit when he did bad things, and I absolutely most despised when that happened. I always tried to prevent it...

    The fondest memory I have of Sunny was when he jumped on my sister's bed. My sister went crazy with the thought, which she now regrets, because she threw him off her bed with so much power that he had gotten a limp. He came to me and hid partially behind my chair. He was shaking. Sunny and I were both crying, but I was there for him. I knew he appreciated me being there for him.

    When he first got diabetes, we were all just shocked. I think my dad knew the insulin would not hold off long, but I had this great amount of hope that Sunny would stay through with it. I really thought he would never die unless of old age.

    Then one day I came home from school with my sister. We now had him kept in the back room with my other dog because he still could not control his bladder. I remember tapping on the window of the door and he didn't move. My other dog looked really sad.

    I finally went in the room and saw Sunny with soulless eyes. I poked him and that's when I knew he was gone. His body was already beginning to grow hard. I will never forget how much it felt like a movie through my eyes, of how much I reacted, all of the tears I shedded over him.

    I still try to remember him with happy memories, but I never can find myself doing so. I really miss him.

    I will dread the day when my other dog, Shannon, dies because she is the last I have of my childhood pets. She can't leave.
    July 30th, 2012 at 11:08am
  • Marilyn Manson.

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    Oh wow, I love the concept of this thread, but it''s hard for me to post.

    We'll start with Hayden, my hairless rat who passed away last year.
    My favorite memory with him was actually just a little quirk he had. To keep his cage clean, he would climb up on his cage bars and pee on my floor. I never really minded, just put down a towel. I actually thought it was kinda cute, so thats why he never got in trouble for it.

    And my kitten Milkshake who passed away during his opetarion to get fixed.
    My favorite memory with him is actually the last one. He was sitting in his favorite spot under the piano, watching me as I left for school. I pet him on the head and told him I'd be there to pick him up form the vet tomorrow.
    October 22nd, 2012 at 05:58pm
  • hengstin.

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    One of my cats, Softball, was put down on January 2, 2005, after my dad took her to the vet and they found out she had cancer. The other cat, Hardball, starved himself and died on October 29 of that year. My dog, Mickey, was put down on January 30 of this year because he was having really bad heart problems and couldn't breathe.

    When I was maybe ten years old, I'd been riding my bike with one of my friends, and since I had just learned how to ride a bike, I wasn't the best at it. We got past her house, and I tried to turn around, but my bike skidded sideways and I fell off. My friend helped me get up and get home (I only lived two or three houses away), and when I got home, my mom sat me on her bed, and both of my cats and Mickey jumped onto the bed to sit around me so I'd stop crying.

    I also remember getting up in the morning every day when the cats were still around, and I'd have to let them out of the basement, where they stayed each night, and feed them. Hardball would always end up knocking his bowl down the stairs, then eat Softball's food. If the pantry door was open, he'd sneak into the bag of cat food and bury himself in it, while Softball would hop onto the counter if we'd made macaroni and cheese, but didn't cover it up. I still remember walking into the kitchen and seeing her stick her head up from the pot.

    When we moved to this house, I was in charge of walking Mickey each morning, since I got up at 6, and he'd always be lying on his blanket at the corner of Mom's bed (we ended up throwing the blanket out after he died). His tail would wag against the bed until I clipped the leash on, then he'd hop up and run down the stairs, and bark at all of the birds outside. The night we realized something was wrong with him, my sister had been going to bed, and as she climbed the stairs, she heard someone moan before she saw Mickey lying at the top, twitching. I woke up when I heard her crying for him, then screamed because he honestly looked dead. My mom walked out and got him to wake up/start breathing again (I'm not allowed to tell my sister that when Mom got to him, Mickey had stopped breathing), and she called an emergency animal place that was open only at night, when all of the rest were closed. I ended up going with her to take him there, and as always, he couldn't stay still in the car. He kept trying to pace around, but I had to hold onto him so he'd be safe. By the end of that night, I'd decided that all I wanted for Christmas was Mickey to be okay. He ended up surviving past Christmas and died maybe a week after my cousin, who Mickey loved, left for California again, since he'd come by for a week to see everyone.

    Sometimes, I still think Mickey will be waiting in Mom's room, on the couch in the front room, or at the top of the stairs for me, or I'll think Regis, our puppy that we got in March, is Mickey, then start crying because he isn't. And now I can't stop crying while I'm writing this, and I'm sorry it got so long, but I had ten/eleven years of memories with my cats and twelve with Mickey, so I had a bunch to choose from.
    October 23rd, 2012 at 06:18pm
  • Fandango

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    My boy Georgie (after George Michael). My parents picked him up off the side off the road where a couple kids were kicking at him. He just ran right up to my mom and she took him home.

    He used to sleep on my back at night. I miss him. He died in my arms.
    October 28th, 2012 at 08:24am
  • sabrina's auticorn;

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    We had a cat named Simba who passed away a few years ago. He was a total fraidy cat and everything spooked him. One thing I remember was that my dad spilled a can of soda on the floor, that jumped him and he literally jumped from the spot my dad spilled soda, to the couch and then the stairs. We called this crow-hopping (SP?)

    See, when he was little, he went down into our cellar when the door was open. My mom didn't know he was down there and closed the door. He came running up at the same time and she heard a thump on the door. She opens the door and he comes RUNNING out like he saw a ghost.

    I have lots of memories of him. You could go "psst." and he'd literally jump five feet into the air after his cellar incident.

    We have a new cat now, which is weird, because she seems almost like a clone of Simba. Not exactly but our cat Simba always seemed to not be the brightest cat... even though at the same time he was. It's the same way with the cat we have now.

    Here's a picture of him: click for picture of Simba

    I wanted to show you because he was very unique. His mother was part tabby and his father was siamese. So you can tell by his eyes and he was also cross-eyed.

    We had to put him down because he had diabetes and went into a diabetic coma. :(
    November 17th, 2012 at 03:12am
  • Pugsley

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    I had a Pug named Reese who died last Tuesday, 08 April 2014. He was a wonderful Pug, but different than the other two that I have had in my life.

    I adopted Reese after Miss Winney, the only fawn female Pug that I have ever had, passed away in 2009 at the age of 14 from complications caused from canine diabetes. She was diagnosed with diabetes four years earlier, which I gave her shots of insulin for twice a day while she was eating. She did quite well with the insulin shots & diabetes, but unfortunately, she died less than 24 hours after she became sick.

    Pugsley, my oldest (@ almost 18) & most precious black Pug, grew up with Miss Winney & understandably, missed her terribly after her passing. The two of them had a wonderful friendship, & while Winney was alive, she practically worshiped the ground that Pugsley walked on & followed him everywhere during her 13 years with us.

    To help Pugsley with his sadness after Winney's death, I decided that perhaps getting a friend for him might help, &, that is when we adopted Reese, a 35 pound Pug who was just a big lovable sweetie!!

    Reese was much bigger, taller & different in temperament than other Pugs that I previously had, & he was also the only Pug that could actually jump on my leather couch & rather tall bed, which was where he, from that moment on, would end up sleeping atop due to his remarkable ability of jumping on things that my previous Pugs were completely unable to even try to jump on. (•^ ; ^•) Pugsley & Winney actually both slept on their own doggie bed, which was on the floor on my side of the bed, right next to the wall.

    Reese also, always kept part of his tongue hanging out of his mouth, something of which was very cute!! He was a unique, adorable & extremely larger-than-normal Pug who definitely took my heart as quickly as he came into my home.

    Reese also, rather greedily, took up a large part of my bed, as well, mainly because he would not take no for an answer when I told him not to jump on my bed, but also because I let him have extreme freedom throughout the house. Very Happy

    Unfortunately, Pugsley, my black 18 year old Pug passed away just a few months after Winney, in April of 2009, & then suddenly, Reese & I were alone with-out our other beloved Pugs.

    Our life continued happily for 6 years afterward, until, unfortunately, two weeks ago Reese started limping & gingerly walking up his stairs that he now used to go up to the couch. After taking him to the vet, he was diagnosed with many orthopedic back, hip & leg issues & prescribed various medications, including a rather strong pain med to help him with the pain & also to walk easier. However, 4 days later, he was having a much harder time getting around & started falling & stumbling while trying to walk.

    At a second veterinarian visit in less than a week, the vet diagnosed Reese with a neurological problem, caused from a cyst or something worse actually on his spinal cord, which was causing Reese to stumble & fall. He was in extreme pain & much sicker than before, & was going to just continue getting worse.

    That night, Reese and I went home to spend one more night together & pray for a miracle, but by morning, he had become much worse, & I knew what had to be done.

    My big beautiful Reese passed away on Tuesday, 08 April 2014, as I mentioned before, & I miss him dearly. :'-).

    I certainly do love & miss all of the Pugs that I have had in my life. \ (•^ ♥ ^•) / God Bless My Pugsley, Miss Winney & Reese!! <3 <3 *chus & huuugs*

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    April 14th, 2014 at 01:26pm
  • archivist

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    I grew up with two cats named Andy and Tippy. I don't remember them very well. Tippy had a stroke in 2004 and Andy contracted a bladder/kidney infection in 2008. It's been a while.
    April 16th, 2014 at 09:02am
  • Miss_Nightmare_

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    God, I miss her so much.

    Kitty was the daughter of the first cat I had over at my mother's house (whose name was Princesslinu do not ask me why I was like five), and we were inseparable. I carried her over to my father's house and that's where she stayed. She liked to sleep on my head and would always hang around me. She loved the outdoors and you could barely keep her inside (especially during storms - that cat was crazy sometimes XD ). She never liked going in my room because one of my other cats (named Mommy) seemed to rule that room and Kitty did not mess with Mommy. Anyways, one day in the summer of 2010 (I think?) she went missing. I have never forgiven myself for leaving her outside that day but that's where she liked to stay. I don't know - I still have dreams about her and I still cry about her to this day. I will never be able to get a cat to replace her. She was my everything... :(

    I love you, Kitty. Wherever you are now I hope you are happy.
    September 2nd, 2014 at 02:04pm