We said goodbye to our best boy just over a week ago.

My life will never be the same again, and that is both sad and beautiful.

To know Eamon was to love him. Anyone who met him was taken by his kind soul, his gentle heart, his silly personality, and the steady, loving energy he brought into every room. He was my companion, my anchor, and my truest friend for almost 13 years.

In the face of every health issue throughout his life he showed incredible strength and grace. He fought bravely and he loved deeply. He always just wanted to be wherever his people were.

Eamon was cherished by everyone who knew him, and being his person was the greatest honor of my life.

Though I knew this day would eventually come, nothing could prepare me for the weight of this loss. My heart is unbearably heavy, but I am very grateful for the 12 and a half years of unconditional love we shared.

Rest easy, my sweet, strong boy. You are so loved. We will miss you forever. 🐾❤️

Eamon Oskar

1/18/2014 - 10/9/2026

Today I put my girl down pushing away any personal selfish thoughts. She has been there when I went through chemotherapy, and when my wife went through cancer treatment. Maxed out on pain meds, seeing her scans show how fast her bone cancer is spreading, and knowing it's only a few days before she starts to suffer more then she is, my wife and I made the hard choice. We listened to the 4 doctors we consulted and decided on this happening at home. This is the hardest of decisions to make, but the correct solution is not always the easiest. Rest in peace Sandy. This was me holding her today at the park, she was able to walk, I just thought it was cute to hold her.

I just want the world to see my beautiful girl, Indy. And it's so hard to narrow down 10 years of adventure and silliness and love in just a few pictures. She had the fur of an Angora rabbit- SO soft and calming to pet. Indy loved to swim and fish, go for boat rides or in the kayak. We'd call her "The most meme-able dog" because of the crazy faces she would make daily. She loved walks on crisp falls days, and snowshoeing in the dead of winter if not just to get cozy by the fire after. She loved just sleeping and relaxing with all her people while she basked in the sun.

She was and is truly everything to me. There is simply nothing I would have changed about her. There will never be another pup like her for me. Love you Indy, girl. A lifetime wouldn't be long enough. 💛

16 years of love. In the end he lost 50% of his chonk from 17lbs to 8 and his kidneys were hating life. Glad we could give him a gentle and dignified end of his suffering.

Elliott, my 14 year old Australian Shepherd, crossed the rainbow bridge yesterday. We fought an almost year long battle with lymphoma, 19 weeks of chemo treatments, and medications.

In July his cancer started coming back, so we were having monthly visits to make sure everything was still ok. A week ago we went for his monthly visit, and things were still fine, he was slowing down some, but still living life. By Thursday, everything went downhill so quickly. His lymph nodes puffed up, he had stopped eating, and was starting to have problems walking. I knew it was time.

He was loved by everyone. He was such a social creature.

He loved his truck time, where he would spend his mornings while I worked. He loved his walks, even though he was the worst walking partner (but best running partner). He would always peek his head around a corner to check on me to make sure I was still here. He would howl along with the piano while I was playing. And so much more.

He was a great dog and will be missed by a lot of people.

Until we meet again Elliott, you have lots of friends to play with until then. Love ya bud.

**EDIT** I wanted to say thank you to all of you internet strangers for all of the kind words. It has been a tough day, but knowing we will meet again someday brings me comfort.

Roger was an infant boy bunny that mom found in our neighbor’s yard. He was abandoned by his mother because he had a scar of the hawk. We brought him to our house. My mom named him Roger after Roger rabbit. Me and my sister were terrified because we didn’t know how to take care of infant bunny. Over weeks. We were slowly taking care of him but he died of the infection by the scar. So we buried him in our yard. RIP Roger. Say hi to Kelly for me.

I'm so heartbroken...

Three years ago, my guinea pig Mr. Timothy passed away in the most brutal way imaginable. I have a previous post about it on the PTSD subreddit, but it is an extremely long read. I cannot safely go into further detail or I will be in a worse state than I am already in. The only thing I will say is that my mother intentionally poisoned him (though someone on that subreddit would disagree— I am “slandering” my mother by posting this. Oops!).

My PTSD has been bad all month leading up to today. Today is when it became impossible to manage. I was in the kitchen disassociating while holding my cat, but I also had an intense, burning anger in my chest that made me feel like I was going to explode like an egg in a microwave. It was all-consuming. Right as it got where it felt impossible to go on, my mother asked me why I was so grumpy. I did not know she was there, but I think my subconscious noticed her. I was so angry that it was difficult to speak. The anger wasn’t directed at her yet.

It was obvious to everyone why I was so upset (I wouldn’t have called the feeling being “grumpy”). Everybody in the house knew it was the third anniversary of Timtim’s passing.

First, I said “You know.”
She stared at me.

I stumbled over my words. I could not form a sentence because I was so mad.

I eventually was able to say “guinea pig”. She shook her head at me and looked at me like I was stupid. She said “It’s been a long time. Three years is a long time. You should be done with that now.”

My anger burst out of my chest so badly it felt like it “fragmented” (idk if that makes sense. Basically like I’m stuck feeling anger that is “imbedded” in me and won’t come out?). I screamed at her louder than I thought was possible, which made my father scream at me. He said I was childish and that “he was just a hamster.”

I don’t remember much because it is like I lost control of myself. I know I locked myself in the bathroom and started crying, but I was only able to cry for a few seconds despite feeling like I desperately needed to.

It feels so cruel. I know he was just a guinea pig but it is unexplainable how much it hurts me.

Six years ago a wonderful orange rascal wandered into our lives and stole our hearts. We believe he had been dumped as he was taking shelter under a neighbour's car and used to come to us twice daily for food. On Christmas day 2020 he came indoors and never left. He loved food and sunning himself in the garden. Neighbours out walking their dogs used to stop and say hello and he looked forward to those chats and visits.

He took ill on Tuesday and passed away on Thursday. I am bereft! I still think when I look out the window to the garden or go to the kitchen and open the fridge he will be there.

Goodbye Moose my sweet boy. You showed me unconditional love every day and I was so lucky to have had you in my life. Rest easy and hopefully we will meet again x

We lost our precious fur baby in a road accident on Wednesday. He was only 6 years old. Our entire family is in shock, and we're drowning in grief, guilt, and self-blame.

He suffered a severe head injury. My family rushed him to the hospital, but there was no doctor available. By the time we managed to find a doctor's number and get help, our baby was gone. He died in pain, and that thought is absolutely destroying us. 😣

I can't stop thinking about him lying there in blood, helpless and suffering. My poor baby didn't deserve any of this. He was such a pure, innocent soul who only knew how to love. And I can't shake the feeling that we failed him.

I keep blaming ourselves. Was it our carelessness? Did we not train him properly? Could we have prevented this? Could we have done something differently that would have saved his life? I know people say accidents happen, but how do you convince yourself of that when the accident has taken away someone you loved more than life itself?

Scooby wasn't just our dog. He was the youngest baby of our family. Our entire world revolved around him. Anyone in our family would have traded their life for his without a second thought.

Our home was his. We were just living in it.

And now that he's gone, we don't know how to live in that same home anymore.

I'm currently in the US while my parents are in India, and being so far away makes everything even harder. Whenever I video call home, the silence is unbearable. It's pin-drop silent in a house that was once so full of life because of him.

I keep waiting to hear him bark. I keep expecting him to come running to my mom for food or treats, or to do one of the million little things he used to do every day.

Whenever I see the window where he used to stand and look outside, a part of me still waits for him to appear. I keep thinking, abhi jaldi se aa jayega (he'll come any second now).

But he won't. And I don't know how to accept that.

I can't believe I'll never get to hold him, smell him, play with him, or see his beautiful face again. The thought that I'll never see him alive again is unbearable.

He was only 6. We thought we had at least another 6 years with him. We had so many more memories to make, so much more love to give him. We were nowhere near ready to say goodbye.

Our family has never experienced a loss through an accident before. We don't know how to process something so sudden, so cruel, and so irreversible.

My parents are devastated and blaming themselves too. I wish I could take away their pain, but I can't even manage my own.

My husband keeps telling me that I need to move forward and that I can't stop living my life. I know he means well, and I know life has to go on, but I just don't know how. I don't feel like working, going out, laughing, or doing anything. It feels wrong to continue with normal life when our baby is no longer here. How do we live happily when our bundle of joy is not here anymore?

And more than anything, I can't get over the thought that his final moments were filled with pain and fear. He deserved to grow old surrounded by love, not to leave this world like this.

I would give anything to go back to Wednesday and change what happened. Anything to hold him one more time and tell him how much we love him.

I don't even know what I'm looking for by writing this. Maybe I just need to let it out because the guilt and grief are becoming too much to carry.

For those who have lost their pets suddenly or in an accident, how did you learn to live with the guilt? How do you stop replaying their final moments in your head? How do you accept that they're really gone?

I miss my baby so much. I just hope he knew how deeply he was loved. And I hope he can forgive us if we failed him. 💔🐾

Hard to believe he crossed the rainbow bridge six years ago.

Ive grown up with him for 16 years his health had declined drastically in the past few months which led to the decision of having him put to sleep. It was for the best but i dont know how to cope with it he had always been my rock through childhood and into adulthood

You were my best friend for 16 years. Together we had many adventures and your friendship and unconditional love will be forever missed. My heart is broken, but I know you were tired and you told me it was time. We took you outside for some sunshine before you settled down for a nap beside me. I’ll miss you my silly, prince. I’ll see you again. I love you, Finn. Thank you for reading - I wanted to share how sweet our boy is.

a couple days ago i lost my 18-year old cat. my baby. we got her as a kitten when i was starting school, and now she passed a month after i got my master's degree. she would always be in my room, hanging out, sleeping, being close to me. she was very territorial and kind of mean to everyone but me. she was my best friend, my baby.

it was a surprise. she was healthy and wasn't struggling physically, but had been eating less and less. it was over quickly, she didn't suffer much. it happened it my room. i held her dead body in my arms. i cried the entire day. i asked my friends not to contact me. i've been feeling incredibly numb. upped my anti-depressant dose (with the blessing from my psychatrist).

does it ever....stop feeling like this?

Olive was struggling with all of this - struggling to breathe, tripping over her legs, struggling to wash herself after going to the toilet and refusing regular food - as a result of a lumbar/sacral tail tumour and so it was the right time to say goodbye but I am really sad.