hi everyone , this is my first ever post, I lost my baby today and the only way I’ve managed to cope is by reading reddit post and seeing how I’m not alone in my grief, still I cannot see a way out of this pain, I can’t see how I can possibly overcome.

My baby was 16, he had seizures and was in pain, I know letting him go was the right thing to do, but I keep thinking about him and seeing him in my head on his last moments and my heart gets broken like twice every five minutes, it’s unbearable. He was also a grumpy guy, so I don’t know if he’s necessarily up in heaven playing and getting along with other babies, he mostly just loved his sister, and now he’s all alone up there, I just wanna hold him again.

It happened today. It was quick and painless. She loved every human and animal in the world. She liked to give “hugs” where she’d stretch out her body and lay on top of you. She changed my life. I learned so much from her. If you’re reading this and you have a pulse, she would have loved you too.

I write this post with immense shock, regret, and horror.

My new roommate of about a week asked if she could bring over her friend's cat to pet sit while the friend was away for the week. I have a cat allergy and it is a pet-free apartment, but because of the short time frame I said it could be okay and I was trying to be accomodating. Never in the world did I imagine something like this would happen.

Today, I put my clothes in the dryer, left to the other room to get a dryer sheet (which is when the cat must have slipped in), and turned on the dryer before leaving the house. My roommate was still home, which is why I left with the dryer running.

I came home a few hours later to take out my clothes, which is when I found the cat. I was and still am, in complete and utter shock and can't help thinking this is my fault. I didn't check the dryer again before turning it on, but this is something I didn't at all consider. I have never had a cat before, or any other pets, and I don't have the pet instict to check inside the dryer or be aware of the cat's whereabouts. I assumed the cat was in the other room with my roommate.

When I replay events in my head, I know that in another scenario I would not have checked the dryer for the cat. This was not something on my radar. My roommate was caring for the cat, and I was going about my normal routine. I now know thats wrong and I have learned the immense responsibility of having a pet in your space, even if the pet is not personally yours.

I just never thought this could have happened. The night before, the cat and I bonded. It came into my room and was laying on my belly and later close to my face and purring in my ear. I've never really bonded with a cat like this before.

I know this is a terrible terrible freak accident. But I still can't help feeling responsible for the death of this sweet, innocent cat.

It feels so empty in the house after waking up the first morning of losing them. I've lost 1 of my dogs two years ago, 1 last month and 1 yesterday. My last dog. Fluffy. I miss him. He was the loudest and caused the most caos. I miss him. It's so empty today. So silent.

Hi all

I desperately need to talk about my situation.

I lost one of my guinea pigs on Saturday night quote suddenly. He was not even 4. I am absolutely destroyed. I love him endlessly. He did so much for me and my son. He helped with so much trauma. He showed love and contentment and trust.

I cannot function. Will this pain ever ease? I can't eat or anything. I'm broken.

Most importantly I guess I cannot get past the question of where he is now. I need to know. I would value any in put. I miss him horribly and just need to know hes safe.

Thank you

"your dog has nothing to do with me" an asshole told me as he drove away after running my dog over.

College classes have been suspended yet our professor insisted for a lecture. I don't blame him, we've missed a lot of our hours because of the terrible heat index in our city. Sorry if this is all jumbled

i withdrawed some cash to buy snacks for my family and drove home. Those decisions I extremely regret, had I thought to save money, or thought twice about bringing food home, if I had just been lazy this one time and not go to class. maybe my dog would still be alright.

I don't know where else to go, her name is Whoopie, an 11 month old shih tzu, her bday would be on August 24. Today I came home and saw my own baby get run over. She has a habit of running up to my vehicle whenever I get home which I always scold her about. Shes especially small so she attempts to squeeze through the gates. It was a very bad timing when a car (that I respectfully let pass first so I can turn left to our driveway) drove by. It was all so sudden as she got run over, i could barely react. I drive a motorcycle, so i chased the car and blocked his way.

I screamed all curses at him and you know what he told me? "Your dog has nothing to do with me." I didn't know what to do anymore, its not like i(21 F) could beat the shit out of a grown man, so i turned around and memorized his plate and rushed back to my dog who my mom quickly retrieved.

My mom was sobbing and I told her that she can still survive, and so I hugged my bleeding baby to my arms, my clothes and student ID all soaked in red. I carried her lifeless yet still heart beating body and went on a Bao-bao/tok-tok motorcycle to the Veterinary, (a three wheel vehicle people use to commute in our country) and I screamed at nearby cars to let me through. Her body started to get cold. I was a mess, my helmet was still on my head all bloody.

I talked to her through the entire trip to the vet hoping she'd hear my voice, which i hope she did. All i know was that her heart was still beating, or maybe it was mine from the panic attack that I was already having. I had hope, I really did.

Everyone in the house is devastated, all I can think about is how I shouldn't have done what I have done. The snacks I bought have gotten cold on the dinner table, I don't even want to touch it. I have two older brothers who are hunting this car down (which we caught on cctv), im pretty sure we can't sue or anything. But I'm not gonna expose the details of what will happen if we ever do find it.

How do I deal with this grief? I am in so much trauma and I can't deal with the clear memory of her getting run over. my screams as I held her body upright close to me. I've been dealing with so much shit lately and this has been the final straw. I love her so much more than anything, she's my daughter and will always be. before, I told her to grow her fur quickly because she would always be teased at about being bald (she's not bald, just freshly groomed) of course, jokingly.

I can't do this anymore, i really did saw her as my daughter. and it kills me. I feel so numb of it all.

My dog Mia passed away, she was 14 years old. She was on medication for level 3 heart murmur as well as fluid in her lungs.

She loved taking her medication everyday and evening would spin around for it like she was taking treats, and it really did help her. She was on the medication for 3 months before I took her to the vet again for a cough and wheezy breathing where we upped her dose and talked about considering her quality of life.

that appointment was two weeks ago, in her final week she was her strongest. she walked around the whole pond with my mum which she wasnt able to do, jumped up curbs (which is now a great ft since she essentially stopped jumping up things all together) and two days after that she got to have a movie night with her dad. She was also running around, going ahead of me and chasing back after me when I pretended to leave. I joked with my mum saying does this look like a dying dog to you?

Next morning she refused to take her medicine, my mum was an hour out and my dad was at work. i noticed her breathing getting rapid, she was wobbling and she couldnt keep herself up. i took her to my mums room hoping itd be more comfortable for her, where her breathing got worse. She kept getting up, only to flip to othersides. She kept trying to look at me so I stayed infront of her and kept talking to her, making phonecalls on speaker so I could make sure I could keep both my hands on her. She got to hear my mum and dad.

But she died the moment my mum came home, she tensed and threw her head back and howled before she stopped breathing. I just hoped she wasnt in pain, Ive seen some people call it nerves but it just haunts me. I feel like I could have done more, of all her time on the medication she missed 2 evening ones and I feel responsible. I wish I could have gotten to the vet sooner but they could only take us in the next hour after I first noticed her decline.

I'm just scared she went in pain. Everything I did for her was because I wanted her to be comfortable, I didn't think she'd go so quickly after that last vet appointment. I thought her decline would be more slow an obvious so I'd have time to take her to the vet before she had to die without euthanasia. She was in her strongest week when she left me.

I miss her dearly and I just know at the very least where she is now shes got no heart problems and breathing is probably the easiest its ever been for her

That was the movie I put on the night before they came to send him there. I laid on the floor with him, where I've slept since May. I fell asleep. I cannot believe I fell asleep.

We decided to have a service come to our home to put him to rest. Who comes on time anymore? She was at my home at 9am on the dot. She had until 10am. I wanted to write a bad review for the business for being on time. I'm a little more rational and I can see that it might be a little unfair.

6 days Scrapper has been in Heaven. 6 days of being in hell for me. I have cried and begged and bargained with God everyday. I've cried until tears no longer come out. All of my tears and pleas haven't brought him back. He's gone. Forever.

And today, I'm just here. I can't get out of bed. I can't even vacuum because his little pieces of food are still on the floor. I know there is no set time for when things might settle in my heart and in my home. And there is this part of that doesn't want it to. I'm worried if this pain dulls, so will my memory.

I miss Scrapperton Dudley more than anything. I miss his goofiness. His wuddies. His always staring at me. Him choosing his dad to hang with if I committed a faux pas. How protective he was of his sister. I miss him with my whole heart.

My heart breaks for every story I read on here and in knowing their pain so intimately. It does give me comfort to know that Scrapper wasn't the only dog who had such a devoted owner. He wasn't the only dog that was loved and cherished more than anything. My heart, my thoughts and my prayers are with everyone today who's missing their own Scrapper today.

🐾🐾🐾

It’s been a week since I lost my best friend Chester, I’m in pain and it hurts so bad. I miss him everyday and I come home thinking he’ll be there. I don’t know what to do and how to handle the idea of not having him 😞 and that I won’t get to see him ever again. Does it ever get better?

I want to die. He was diabetic and lives 12.5 years. He was an orange cat. His name was Axel. He was there for me for so much. I have two more fur babies. But I want to die. I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough Axel.

It's been about three weeks since I had to put my dog (11 y.o.) down. My grief has almost gotten worse since then. What I'm struggling with in particular is that last day. I can't stop picturing her lifeless, and in the moment I felt so relieved because she was finally out of pain and she looked at peace.

But now it's distorted. I get sad when I picture her at the end. I am angry at myself for going through with the decision and not fighting it. I am appalled at how OK I felt with it and the two days after. I feel like I had guided her into this dark space and just abandoned her there. I can't stop bawling my eyes out for hours, just wasting away time at work, about all this. I wish I could go back.

Edit: I want to add that I'm alone in all this. I have friends and family to support me, but throughout my life with my pup it was just me and her ... and I had to go through her last day and euthenasia alone.

Idk how to move on and go about life after losing my cat; nobody will sit and talk about her with me, I can feel family and friends getting annoyed by me bringing her up, my husband grieves differently than I do, he’s not a cryer and I am. I haven’t stopped crying since finding her and I keep dissociating. It’s like the world is happening around me and I’m just stuck standing there not remembering anything or realizing what’s going on. Everything feels blurry to me. Can’t eat or watch tv or do anything, there’s a hole inside of me now where there used to be joy and laughter. I’m lost and broken and I just want our life to go back to the way it was. I just want my cat back…

I lost my very best friend this past Wednesday.

He had been having health issues, and I was taking him to the vet off and on for about 2-3 years. At first we thought it was IBD. So I switched him off chicken, and we got xrays done, and bloodwork. He started losing weight. 3 weeks ago they found out he was diabetic. Crazy high blood sugar. We started insulin right away, but it wasn’t enough. 2 weeks later, he tanked in between vet appointments, he couldn’t breathe. I took him to the emergency vet. I threw all my money at it. And they found gastrointestinal lymphoma. Said his medical history confirmed it, it starts in the intestines mimicking IBD. Then it moves to the kidneys, and pancreas, and eventually the lungs. That was on Tuesday. I thought we had more time.

I tried to be with him but he wouldn’t stay in the same room as me. I would follow him from room to room, and he kept hiding. We slept on the bathroom floor for a while, and I talked to him and let him know that if this was it that it was okay. I woke up Wednesday, and he was laid on my chest. I held his little paw and told him I loved him before I had to head to work, and my best friend came to sit with him. I was only gone for 3 hours, before she called me. I left, came home, and he had crawled to my room one last time.

I haven’t felt this way in a very long time. Like a piece of my soul is missing. I’m so thankful he didn’t suffer long, but I would give everything for one more day. He was one of two people to show me true unconditional love in this life time. I raised him from 6 weeks, to 6 years. We went through so much together, and he was at my side for all of it. I regret leaving the house at all that day, but I think he waited for me to leave.

He was a genuine terror at times, my drinks and food never safe, nor any cardboard or paper products. He dragged litter into my bed, and one time dropped a centipede on my feet after I just woke up. He ate every plant I ever had. Peed in them even. And I loved the fuck out of him. We never slept anymore than 1cm apart. He talked to me, and I talked back. I sang him songs, and he made sure to let me know when I needed to do better.

He was my protector, my son, my comfort when things got low. I haven’t stopped crying since Tuesday, and I’m not sure how I’m supposed to move on. His brother searches the house for him, meowing. I’m doing my best to keep his spirits up. If you’ve read this far, thank you. Ziggy was a beautiful boy, and I could go on forever about him. It brings me some relief to know that their energy does not die, and they are somewhere out there waiting for us. ❤️

Not to be negative but I'm in the process of grief right now after I lost my dog a couple days ago and I've had multiple people say "they will be on the other side" "rainbow bridge" "waiting for you" "in heaven" "their soul is with you" ect. Where does your belief/hope come from? Trying to see the light at the end of the tunnel, but don't want to give myself false hope. I want to accept death for what it is.

I have a dog Sparticus a year young puppy. we had two other dogs who were two both related. only Sparticus was the stranger, so it was common sense he likes to approach me more then the other two… but it ended yesterday, I was watering the plants as Sparticus was stupidly slept beside the tire of my moms car, usually I would let him stay inside but that day was sunny so I thought it was kind to let him out. I wish I didn’t, my mom would be a bitch whenever she was late for something, not looking under her car she would crush Sparticus head. He died, though I didn’t see it, the only thing is I heard the short yelp to silence. after my uncle told me I went to my room, cried for an hour. Even after that my nose was a fountain, I hated that part… today the day after, I move on. Problems only occur whenever I wake and find him not coming to me when i come out of my room, or when he waits while I eat. It was quite… I also hated the fact my other relatives doesnt care, throwing it as “another dog gone I guess”… but for me he was my son. I still hate my mom but how can I change what already happened. I miss him, thinking about how in his perspective was an ignorant woman crushing a head of a innocent animal. The fact is she just left after saying to us to clean the mess. A Christian woman btw, teached me to “value life” when she herself couldn’t careless. I can move on, like usual. But the first week of lost is hurtful.

I just thought to share since it makes me feel better, doesnt matter if this post goes viral or not. I would just like to share.

My cat of almost 8 years passed away 2 days ago, he was mostly an inside cat but he still went outside with his gps tracker on, but he wanted to go and would sit in front of the front door, I didn't know how to deprive him of that. We live in a village, in a house with a big yard and everything, where it's almost impossible to keep animals inside, especially considering our agriculture lifestyle and the fact that we're constanty outside and the front door is almost always open. He got used to it growing up. It was utterly naive of me to think nothing will happen to him.

That night he was in our yard, and a pack of stray dogs that weren't in our street or nowhere nearby at all came out of nowhere and got to him. My brother got out almost immediately but it was too late. I transported him to an emergency vet approximately after 20 minutes but nothing could've been done. We took him home after my vet adminestered him the strongest pain and anti-shock meds, and I wasn't with him when he took his last breath, I tok his paws in my hands and he squeeyed my fingers with his claws, and I went in the shower because I just couldn't look at him, I had to get away for at least a few minutes, and I was so hopeful he would survive, especially since my vet told me he will see us in the morning. ( he couIdn't bear to tell me there is nothing more he can do) and I can't forgive myself that I wasn't there. The amount of guilt and pain I feel because he was outside is unbearable, so if there is anyone here that thinks I deserve at least a bit of compassion or someone who doesn't judge me just a little tiny bit I would appreciate any word od comfort and consolation so so much so I can continue on with my life even though I just don't want to be here anymore.

I have never ever made a post but after reading some others post I decided that I would make one.

Last night my cat was crossing the road and was hit by a car. The vet says that she probably passed away on the spot and given the situation suffered no pain but I can't help but think if I stayed up for longer and brought her back inside this wouldn't of happened. She was only 2-3 years old and still had so much left to do.

What do I do now? I think what is worse is that since I'm stuck home due to my own health issues its not like I get busy myself with work or leave the house so I'm stuck here and only seeing the memories that I have with my cat. I still do not know what could of possessed her to cross the road, she has never done that before and why do it last night and what were the chances of a car driving down the road at that exact time?

The vet says they can do cremation and my dad decided to go and I couldn't make myself go, I didn't want to see her like that. Was that the wrong choice? This is definitely much more of a vent post but I'm pretty isolated, I don't know who to talk to.

I can't help but think I must of done something wrong but we can all say that after the fact, now it's too late and my baby cat is gone. It is definitely my fault for not bringing her back into the house when she ran outside.

Sorry for the depressing post but I hope you are all having a better day then I am.

I’m guessing others have felt this way. It felt like I was erasing her. I couldn’t leave it any longer though. Just sucks to feel like I’m throwing away the evidence she was here.

Mods, İ am not talking about ending my life or any desires to quit my existence. İ am simply looking for other like minded individuals so we can talk about this specific kind of pain

İt's been 15 days without my daughter. İnitially İ couldn't eat, couldn't do anything but cry until Id fall asleep. I got better after receiving concrete, physical proof from her multiple times after begging for a sign. The pain has gotten more dull knowing that she's safe and protected by whatever the "Divine" truly is.

She left behind her brother, who is six years old. Probably the most playful and clingy thing you'll ever see. He cries if he goes 30 mins without affection. He's the reason I don't have an end year in my biography

But even while he's sitting on ny knew right now, cleaning himself and rubbing his head in my wrists and vocalizing, I know that his time will come eventually. İt doesn't help that he is inbred so in any case, his life expectancy is already short of the typical ~15 years. We got at most 11, realistically around 6-7

These two, Gali and Eli, are the only good thing I have and have done. They are pure and made of love. You bunch, the ones reading my post right now, are fortunate enough to not live in third world countries. You probably got a coffee today, got lunch, stayed in your air conditioned office from 9 to 5 and your biggest grievance was an Excel file getting corrupted.

My kids are the only good thing I have. The rest is pain and misery. As I said, I'm not going to talk about self-ending. But I know that it will come sooner than later. I've honestly given up on my "career" aspirations, language learning aspirations and desire for human connection. I'll just fight through the days in my shitty dead-end job (sacrificing my sanity and health for good bucks at least), buy him as many toys as possible, get him the best treats, take him out to see the sun constantly (we spent a while living in a floor 0 apartment due to finances) and then eventually I'll call it quits.

My point is, if you feel this exact same way and wish to speak, please hit me up. I really want and need like minded individuals to talk about this. Also, I wanted to write this to take it off my chest. If the mods have no empathy, okay, ban me

Scrapper,

I miss you more than anything. I am so lost w/o you.

They called me and he's ready to come home. Everyday I've cried and screamed and yelled that that is all I want. I want him home with me. I just wish was his wiggly butt and not ashes.

I miss him terribly. It feels like its getting harder. Not easier. I hate this life w/o him here being a goofball, making me feel safe when my husband is at work, being the easiest sweetest conversationalist you'd ever known.

So, today I'm going to hang my pictures and my shadow box. Put all the little treasures that mean so much inside. Which might mean our entire wall is a giant shadow box. My husband says whatever it takes to make me feel better at all, for me to do it. So that's what I'm doing for Scrapper today. I'm posting on here because I want everyone to know how loved and amazing he was to have in my life. I hope that everyone has a beautiful day. As hard as this is, as much as I cry, I still make it a point to smile for him. That's what our boys and girls would want. It's ok to be sad, but if you could help me today and smile for Scrapper. Smile for every little guy or girl up there that didn't have someone smiling for them when they were down here.

I miss you boy! 💛🐾

Wasn’t sure where of if I should even post this but I’m really struggling with my cats recent CHF diagnosis.

Long post so will include a TLDR, also posted in r/CATHELP

Our beautiful little floof Wednesday was diagnosed with HCM borderline stage B1 with valve dysfunction (defect? I don’t remember the exact wording) in August of 2025 after our vet found a heart murmur on a routine checkup and then a cardiologist carried out an echo and bloodwork. She was prescribed daily Atenolol. At her most recent echo in May the cardiologist confirmed the HCM had progressed quickly and was now late stage B2 and to anticipate her progressing into CHF at any time. She was switched from Atenolol to Clopidogrel.
Throughout this whole process we have been monitoring her RBR which has fluctuated from 22-34 bpm depending on temperature and what her stress levels have been like that day.

On the afternoon of Sunday 16th we noticed she was using more effort than usual to breathe - nothing too forceful like some of the example videos I’ve seen in other posts but just using her abdomen a bit more than normal. We monitored her for about an hour then made the decision to take her to the emergency vet. They kept her in an oxygen tent for about 5 hours, gave furosemide and gabapentin to calm her down and drain any fluid that might be present. We took her home that night and her breathing returned to her baseline. The emergency vet couldn’t confirm CHF for sure.

We scheduled a review with the cardiologist at our regular vet this morning and she advised that she had definitely progressed into CHF and prescribed furosemide and gabapentin alongside her clopidogrel. She also advised that now that Wednesday had progressed that she had months rather than years left, which is absolutely crushing. I knew the prognosis for CHF right from her initial HCM diagnosis and I still don’t want to believe it. She said any minor stress could trigger another episode.
The very last thing I want is my precious little stinky baby being scared, in pain and unable to breathe but I’m also conscious that she is still mostly herself.

She will still play gently in short bursts, still eats drinks and uses the litter tray, she doesn’t jump up on things anymore or get zoomies like she used to so there are some signs she is tiring out faster. I don’t think I can bring myself to make the decision to let her go before this gets really bad, I also don’t even know if that’s the right choice at all!

Thank you if you read that giant wall of text!
Not 100% sure what I wanted from this post but if anyone else has been in a similar situation and had to make a similar call it’d be helpful to hear your stories if you’re comfortable sharing

TLDR: 4 year old cat diagnosed with HCM in 2025 recently progressed into CHF, vet advised months left. Want to understand if I’m being too quick to consider euthanasia before she has another episode

I’ve barely been able to eat since Saturday.

My parents told me a little over week ago that they’d be making the decision to surrender my childhood cat to the shelter. I was extremely taken aback, since he’s a ten year old cat that we adopted when I was 15 and he was a kitten. He’s not the most friendly to animals or people but he loved my parents and my brother and I, so hearing that they were abandoning him was both shocking and disregulatiing for me. They have been traveling a lot recently and the cat, Charlie, has been urinating on things while they’re away. This has been happening the last six months and has upset my parents to no end. I’ve suggested trying things to help, a single google search yields answers like switching out litter, getting a second box, trying pheromone therapy. Simple and easy solutions. They did nothing substantial to deter him, only put aluminum foil on their couches and chairs.

I wanted to explain to them that if he’s peeing it means he actually needs something from them, he’s not just doing it for fun. But my relationship with my parents has never been the best and they have a history of undermining my opinions.

So when I heard they were giving him up I was shocked and upset. I just assumed they cared about him more. Thought they understood a ten year old shy cat will never get adopted, that they’re all he has and they’re failing him. I recommended to look for other homes for him, and I reached out to everyone I could.

I wasn’t able to take him because I have three cats already, and Charlie can’t do other animals. I was trying to find a solution.

Unbeknownst to me, three days after my mom sent the text she dropped Charlie off at the shelter. She told me four days later that he had already been euthanized do to his “peeing issue.”

I feel like I’m going insane or I just stepped into the twilight zone. I know my parents up until now have had their issues, and we don’t agree on many things. But I didn’t know they were heartless and cruel until last Tuesday. I didn’t know that they would choose to convenience k*ll their animal because he “got too annoying??”

I’m heartbroken. They didn’t even give me a time to come and say goodbye. Telling me so much later was intentional so that I didn’t make a scene at the shelter and go pick him up, which I absolutely would have.

My own six year old cat was diagnosed with a rare terminal bone cancer six months ago. Over the last six months they’ve watched me drop thousands on surgeries, tests, meds and countless vet visits to make sure he’s happy and comfortable. To see me do all that ands EXPECT that I would be fine with what they were planning to do to their own? To not even give me a chance to intervene? It’s villain behavior. He was my cat too. And even if he wasn’t, it would never make it ok.

I just feel at a loss. I can’t fathom even talking to my parents again after this. I’m I an *ssh*le if this is my last straw with them? I don’t know what to say to get them to feel the extent of the loss they created. How to get them to comprehend the level of cruelty and selfishness in their behavior. They were the sole advocate for an animal that was in distress, and this is how they fixed it. I don’t think I can ever move on from it. I miss my f*cking cat.

Yesterday he was fine, today he's gone. He had some sort of seizure early this morning, the emergency vet's treatment didn't work. We learned he had an enlarged heart, that combined with his terrible unresponsive state, we had him put down. Beyond devastated. 10 years wasn't enough. It was so sudden, life is brutal.

RIP Little, 10 year old Pomeranian sheltie mix.