I had to put my dog down today. I'm depressed.

I had her for 13 years, and we rescued her from an abusive owner. I'm happy we had her for so long, but I can't stop crying.

For some reason I want to hear depressing pet stories now. =\

I'm really sorry, Zelda. *hugs* I know how upsetting it is when you've had a pet for so long, they're part of the family, you know? Two years ago we had to have our cat put to sleep because his organs were failing, and it really upset me. He'd was seventeen years old, and he'd been with us ever since I was about three.

He'd been ill for a long time with thyroid problems, and his health had deteriorated really quickly, all his fur was dull and all he wanted to do was lay down all the time. I knew it was kinder to have him put to sleep, but at the time all I could think of was how I wouldn't see him sleeping on his cushion when I got home from work, or hear his funny meow when I got up in the morning and he wanted feeding. Seriously, that little guy had the weirdest meow. He sounded like a sheep. :lol: I can think of him and his silly meow and his strange habits and smile now, because I know that he had all he love he needed, and he isn't in pain any more.

Anyway, I hope you'll feel better soon. It's difficult when they've been a part of your life for so long, but it was the best and kindest thing you could do for her.

Awwwww, I'm so so sorry to hear that. :'[ The death of a pet is extremely hard, as well as heartbreaking. Everyone at home always cries over a pet dying. I cried hysterically over the death of my last dog >.< He slept in my bed at night, so I had him to cuddle with under the cover's. He pretty much died in my arms and the last time I saw him was when my sister took him to the vet

*huggles* Do hope you'll feel better loves.

OH MY GOD.

When a pet dies, to me it's like a death in the family. I get depressed for months and I never really get over it.

I had a cockatiel named Mango for a year and on the morning of New Year's Eve, my mom woke me up and told me he was gone. He actually hopped onto my dad's shoulder as he was leaving to go outside (and this was in Canada so you can imagine how cold it is in Manitoba on New Year's Eve) and Mango got scared off when my dad opened the door to his truck. I swear I was screaming Mango's name and trying to ring his little bell toy to try to get him to come back while crying my eyes out. But he never did. It was a Horrible New Year's Eve, not to mention that this was when it became 2000. :cry:

UGH NOW I'M CRYING AGAIN. :cry: :cry:

*HUGS ZELDA AND WEEPS*

Oh man Zelda i know how you feel to the depth of my heart. i had to put down my 15 yr old german shepard mutt a yeart ago...and i saw it happen before my own eyes. :cry: it really hurt me and i went through five months of depression. that dog was like a father to me, he took care of me and made me laugh... ever sins i touched american soil he was there for me... (see i was adopted from Russia) It hurts so much to know that hes never going to come back, hes been with me my whole life and now hes gone. i guess i sort of felt like Cloud when he lost Aeris :cry: . oh man im even crying writeing this... a few months after the death of my dear doggie my cat died. we dont know why, we just found her.. still and limp. she was the best cat in the world... i love how we would sunngle together and how i would talk to her. but i guess that will never happen again, and its hard to except that...this past year has been a really tough one for me and my family. and now my other doggie is old, almost blind, and almost emotionless... i feel like shes gona go pretty soon too :cry: .she and my other dog were like sole mates and its hard to see them torn apart. she gose around the house almost seemingly looking for him. i remeber a few minutes when we were about to put my other doggie to sleep he gave her a kiss on the nose. like saying good bye :cry: . its hurts so much to lose someone you love... and i know there are going to be more losses and i feel so helpless.
but i have good friends that will give me love, pity, and a shoulder to cry on. i feel better now but it dosent make the pang of loss any softer... i know that when we put down my dogggie we put him out of his misery, which is true. he was in pain and life was worthless to live like he did. i understand now, that we did it for the good of him so he wouldent suffer any longer. Zelda i hope you will understand this too. i understand that the last time i saw him, or anyone els i know who have passed on, will not be the last. i'll see them when i pass on to the land of spirits, the gates of heaven, the promised land, or to any place after life. i know i will see them to help me. i'll just have to wait till then :)

i hope that you will understand this one day, or along the lines of this. My most deepest and dearest love to you Zelda and others :gift: .

My bunny ran away today. -_-
We can't find anywhere... sad day.


And I've never had a pet that died other than a couple of my tropical fish. The pH balance was off... that was my fault. >_>

I had my first dog for over 5 years. Name was Kita.. he was 2 years when we first got him. Was previously a hunting dog so he was really smart, he could do the regular dog tricks like sit, lay down, shake hands, etc... Loved that dog. He was getting really old and didn't move much but one day he decided to jump the fence and never come back. Keep in mind that we all knew he could jump the fence, but he rarely did, and on the rare occasion of him actually jumping, he would jump back in the yard after at least less than 2 minutes. This time he didn't come back so we went looking for him, but none of us could find him. My mom said that he new he was going to die and ran away so we wouldn't be sad. To this day I still believe that. Best dog ever. Period.

I'm so sorry Zelda. I've been through the same thing. My dog Sybil we saved from our psychotic and abusive neighbors and she died on the car ride to put her to sleep. We had her for about 18 years. I can see where you are coming from and wish you only the best. It really hurts

Zelda, I'm sooo sorry. :sad: The death of a pet is absolutely awful. It might sound silly to some people, but it really breaks your heart, I know.

When I was 12 years old, my cat got hit by a car that was speeding down our block. Our neighbors came and told us right away, and my mom rushed out to where she was. It was so awful, standing there over her as she could barely breathe because I wanted so much to do anything to save her, but I was totally immobilized. She died after a few seconds, and all the neighbors came out to see what was going on because I was crying so much. I'll never forget how awful that was.

A year and a half ago, one of our current cats, Sugar, was diagnosed with cancer. We found out she had it because a rabies shot can create a cancerous lesion every 1 in 3,000 cats. I've never felt so guilty in all my life for taking her to go get that shot. We had the lump removed, and the next one that we found. And the next one, and the next one, and the next one. Luckily, we haven't found any more lumps in over 6 months, and they were always in the same place so it never had a chance to metastasize.

Feel better, we all know what you're going through. :hug:

:( Its really tough losing something so precious that you've kept in your liife for some period of time, I know how everyone here feels, especially for Zelda...

I used to have a mixed Lahspo Aspo/Terrior named "Tobie" and he was so cute, he was like a brother to me... Well not too long ago (well to me it was'nt long ago) but back in December of 2006 I had just gotten him and my German Sheppard "Barron" new christmas toys...Tobie was about 10 years old (he was the best thing I had in my life at that time, because my mom and dad had split up 5 years before and everything was'nt right in my life) but he was sooo adorable and it had been Id say at least 3 years before Tobie had a descent toy to play with....

Well a little backround history first...When my father and mother had gotten divorced, it was'nt long before he re-married again, 6 or 7 months I'd say into dating and that is'nt the worst part...the worst part was, this woman he was with got pregnant (at least 4 months into dating, by the time we found out she was already 4 months pregnant) and none of his kids (including me) never realized this until later down the road...And of course we moved and Tobie and Barron didnt know what was happeneing, so naturally I think dogs start pooping and peeing in a new house to mark there new territory(for once I thought things were getting better, or so I thought)....

Im sorry, I know none of that is relavent to the discussion made here, but the reality of it all is that she hated dogs but no one was going to take that dog away from me, he was in my life the day he was born and I wanted to be there for him too....And it broke my heart every single time that Tobie got pushed out of her way just because she didnt want him there, or he got yelled at just because he wanted to play or have attention :sad:(the same actions were repeated with our 3 year old German Sheppard and them using the bathroom in the new house didnt make things any better) ....And all the anger and pain that filled my heart at once just collided into one and just made me hate this woman even more....I will never forgive my step mom and this is why

That very day when Tobie saw those christmas toys in my hand, I knew...I could just see in his eyes that he was the happiest dog that day(just because of the fact it had been so long he had played with a descent toy) and the moment he grabbed it, he was running all over the place, wagging his tail, barking at me to throw that toy over and over again. It made me so happy to see him happy again...Well soon, I left the house to go see my bf and I remembered the last thing I saw that still breaks my heart, I still cry everytime I see the vision in my mind...When I left (we have these two glass windows on the sides of the front door), as I walked to the car, I turned and saw Tobie watching me leave through to glass window................ :cry:

....That was the last time I saw him...And it kills me so bad because that very next day I went to go see him after work....I walk through the front door and most the time the dogs would bark and greet me at the front door, but this time I heard nothing, as I close the door I walk up to my room and think "maybe its nothing, I guess the dogs were sleeping and didnt hear me walk in"....so I start calling Tobie's name....nothing. I call his name again....once more, nothing. I start to wonder why he hasn't greeted me yet....thats when I knew something was wrong. As I walk downstairs, I call both their names this time, I hear nothing....at this time Im hysterical almost about to lose it, so I ask my dad just standing there as if he didnt know what to do or say to me. I asked him "Dad...where's Tobie?" He didnt say anything, only a sigh, pauses for a moment, total silence and finally says "He's not here"...I start flashing back to when Tobie had saw me leave...so I said "What do you mean he's not here?!....Dad, where is my dog?!!"

And I must tell you my dad didnt know what to do or say to me, and quite frankly at this time there was nothing he could fix that could bring Tobie back to me. He kept telling me he was gone and finally he breaks out and tells me that him and my step mom took them both to the pound (Barron's main reason for going was because he was an aggresive dog, which I could see that but Tobie, he was a sweetheart). I couldnt believe what I was hearing... I was in shock, I started breathing heavily....I loved that dog so much, he was there for me when no one else would listen, he was there for me when no one else could heal the pain I felt... but at that moment all at once I just broke lose and cryed for the longest time...I shouted at my dad telling him to get Tobie and bring him back to me. He kept bringing up that Tobie had to go, that he was sick ( that was his reasoning for the dogs using the bathroom on the floor) but I know my dad and when we lived at our old house he used to tell me all the time, that Tobie was apart of our family and always will be, that he would never get rid of Tobie and never let her(my step mom) get rid of him either...He was apart of our family when my mom left and he would still be apart of us when they were apart.

Thats when It hit me....I knew that my step mom had to be the reasoning behind all of this. I always remembered her telling my dad right in front of me that one day we would come home and the dogs wont be here :angry: ...that had made me so angry....and everything just fitted together. The fact that she hated dogs, the fact that she wanted to get rid of them, and what was really funny is she was'nt home when I was looking for them....because she knew, she knew I would have a field day with her regarding everything that has happened, she knew....I left that place balling my eyes out. I could'nt take not being there and not seeing Tobie...Tobie was not sick. Just seeing him playing with those toys proved his happiness... :cry:....I left that place, probably being the sadest girl in the world that day....That cute furry face in the glass window haunts me in my mind, looking back....never got to say goodbye, and will never see him again

And thats why I will never forgive my step mom again
:cry: ....Tobie=:heart:

Guys, I'm super sad right now. I mentioned in an earlier post that one of my cats, Sugar, had cancer once but it had stopped coming back? Well, it came back, but not in the same spot. It metastasized, and it's everywhere now. It's tangled with her intestines and pressing against her stomach. There's no way they can operate. So now she can't eat because she just throws it up. My poor kitty is starving to death. :cray:

My dad wants to put her to sleep, but I just can't bear the thought. She's the most affectionate cat in the world, but she's scared to death of strangers and especially the vet. I would much rather she die at home with us, happy because she loves our company, than in a cold room, scared because she's surrounded by scary and unfamiliar vets.

I want to be at home with her, but I have school. I can't even concetrate in my classes, wondering if last night will be the last time I ever saw her. And when I did see her yesterday, she was soo skinny. I've never seen her that thin. Plus, she's absolutely listless now because she hasn't eaten in days.

This is seriously the saddest I've been in a long time. :cry: It's unbearable to think about her starving to death, but it's equally heartbreaking to think of her dying in such a lonely and scary place.

To be honest, though, putting her to sleep is the kindest thing you can do. My dog had stomach cancer and the weeks before we took her to the vet, she was really sad, and had just lost all her will to live. It's better to give them a nice, peaceful death where you can still be around them (they do let you in the room as it happens, and it's not gruesome, it's just a shot) then let them suffer.

I know it's a hard thing to do, but it's even worse to let a sweet animal suffer for months until it dies an undignified death. At least in the vet's office, they can take care of everything and make them comfortable while it happens. I'm sure as long as you're there in the room holding her, she'll be happy. <3333

Oh man, I'm sorry to hear that, Sadhana. :( *hugs*

I understand your hesitation, but if the poor thing is starving to death then that's such a painful way to live out the remaining time. I don't know how it works, but maybe there's a way to arrange with the vet so you're with her in the clinic when the shot is done?

Sadhana, I was in tears right after I read your post. so soooory about your cat. it hurts tenfold for ppl who can do nothing 'bout it but watch it in pain..But I'm with Lynn, we really should do everything for the sake of it's own good. I had a big dog, mixed bood named Pipi three years ago, he died for illness. He loves bones since he was little, so I always gave him a lot to chew. However, in his late years, I forgot he's aged and unable to bite them in pieces...so he died with fatal bowel disease. I remember so damn clear when my dad and I stood next to him, hearing what the nurse suggeted(euthanasia, of curz) I screamed and deadly refused, my dad couldn't argue so we had him taken a operation. It seemed so nature and necessary to do this this, but it only lasted one month..Pipi was too weak to recover from that horrible surgery(he's and old dog); he passed out in pain..(*cry)I can't forget the last moment when he was so tired of breathing. I suddenly realized that I'm not saving him in the first place, I couldn't accept euthanasia bucause I wanna save me from being damned by guilt, my guilt of feeding him too much bones...I was too selfish.(*drop Gdamn tears

sorry I think I'm no help here. but Sadhana, no matter what choices u're gonna make, try hard to do it all for her good, and i believe all members here will be at ur side to support u walk through it.
I'm so sorry to hear this news....again, hope no pain will last long.
(*hug Sadhaha)

Thanks for all the support you guys.

:hug: <--Sadhana is teh cheered by everyone's kindness.

I don't know what we're going to decide to do. If it was any other cat, the choice would be clear as none of us want her to have endure any pain. But because of her particular circumstance with strangers and the vet that makes either option equally painful for her, just in different ways.

I'm doing a little better now than I was this morning. My mom called to tell me that she got Sugar to eat a little food, and with the medicine the vet gave us, she didn't throw it up. So I hope we can continue feeding her like this, despite the fact that her death really is just a matter of time. Plus, my roommate made me cookies to cheer me up. :yummy:

Whenever we make a decision, I'll let everyone know. Thanks again for the advice and support.

>:

All of your guys' stories are so sweet and effin SAD. :( Even though my heart's aching for you all, I just love hearing how much people love their pets. I think it's touching. <3

I'm reviving this thread because as of now, it's been a year since my cat died. (actually it was October 9th, but I was close akfjdksfjdks)

I won't tell the whole entire giant huge story, because then I would start crying again, and I decided a while ago I would only think happy thoughts about this cat. :D

It shouldn't be such a big deal, but it is. Good heavens I loved her. <3 Her name was Galadriel (lol I'm a nerd. She was ALMOST Zelda, and we considered Aeris, but Galdriel was our final choice). We all called her Gladys. :lol: She was really special because she was technically mine, and I got her when I was in 7th grade, and back then that was a big deal to me.

Anyways, It took me months to get over the fact that she had died, because it was my first experience with one of my cats dying of sickness. :( She got sicker and sicker and we just... hoped she would get better. And then she didn't, and I couldn't get over my own fear that we could have done something and we didn't. =/ Besides, she wasn't exactly old. She was only about 4. =/

I finally did get over it, months and months later, but it wasn't easy.

ANYWAYS, a year it has been. I miss her like crazy, but hey, she lived a good life, and that's what really matters. ^_^


Sadhana, best of luck with your cat. :huggle: Those things are so tough, and either way I know you'll do the best thing. <33

Well, my kitty is gone. :sad: One of my mom's patients is a vet, so he made a house call. At least she didn't have to suffer or be scared. I wasn't there for it, but my dad said that she was purring as they pet her.

Anyway, I've gotten over the initial shock of everything, but I'm visiting home now and it feels so empty here. I'm gonna miss her so much, and I'll always love her. :cat:

*hugs Sadhana*

It's gonna be hard for a while, but it gets easier with time.

I'm pretty sure my cat doesn't have too much longer to live. :(

In the last year or so she has had occassionally weird stroke type attacks but then slowly recovered. Today she had one and it seems to be the worst one yet.

I've had this cat since forever and I'll be so sad if I have to see her go. :no:

ETA: I'm so sorry for the losses you've all experienced. =( Pets truely are apart of the family.

(*hug sha and secretly wipe out tears)

I know saying "be strong" would be too difficult, but plz PM me or post anything u'd like to say if that's some way to release pain(*hug again).

I lost my beloved cat last two years....it's a traffic accident and it happened too fast for all my family to react. I can't give a detailed story or I'll die crying again..I simply wanna say that Sadhana, ur cat is so gonna be
loved forever in memories, and she be with us ppl she loves for decades... :cry:

Sorry I was originally planning to give a strong reply..

Im Sorry If This Is Personal Drama .
But Im Really Sad About It, This Is My Cat He Was 11 Months Old,He Was Hit By A Car,
I Hope He's In a Better Place Now ,I Love You Kuma

Kuma 2007-2008

I'm so sorry to hear that, huni. He was adorable. :( We do actually have a topic over here, so I'm gonna merge these.

Poor kitty =(
I miss him too.

Sorry to hear about your cat Yuffie! :hug: I don't have pets but my parents used to have a cute white cat named Snowball and she died on the road too.

Wow, for some reason, I found it shocking that people actually cared for their pets this much (please don't kill me x.x). I guess everyone in my neighborhood yells at theirs (and I still have yet to figure out why). They don't hurt them, they just yell at them *shrugs* I'll never understand them.

I had a cat for about 2 years; his name was Riku (:D I'm such a KH nerd :lmao: )
Anyways, he never really like to go outside like his brother (Sora :lmao: ), but anyways, he was getting to that age where he would start to spray on everything and I promised him that I would take him to get him fixed so that he could just be a fat inside cat (I remember, he squeaked at that. His meow was a squeak, same with Sora), so I knew that it would be content with that. Anyways, three days before my birthday (March 24) when I went to check the mail, he ran outside. I called him to come back inside and he never would come back in. I thought that he would just run back inside when my uncle got home, but he never did. He stayed the night outside. The next day, I go to check the mail and he's no where to be seen. I thought maybe he was just being a cat doing cat things (he was of that age you know). Well, around 5:00 when my uncle came back home, he told me; "I just want to let you know, Riku's dead.". The way he said it just ticked me off like he meant to, but I know that he didn't. Turns out, that morning, my uncle had hit him with his car. He tried to make me feel better by saying that he was 30 minutes late for work because he didn't want me to walk outside and see that, so he buried him in our backyard (I swear, we've got our own Pet Cematary out there).

He promised me that I could keep one of the two kittens that Kairi ( :lmao: SO MAY KH REFRENCES!), and I chose the one that I named Zack ( :woot: IT CHANGED!). I named him that because he's all black :D

I'm sorry to hear about your kitty Sadhana and Yuffie, but things will get better, promise ^^

@Damaged
wow thats really sad.
that must have sucked to have that happen.
I hope your animals have a nice long life.

:sad:

UGH. You guys, with all your depressing stories and making me cry and such. :cry:

I know it's been a long time since the OP posted, but I thought I'd share as well.

When I was about 8, I found a young fledgling on my driveway. There was something wrong with its neck or wing, so it couldn't fly -- every time it tried, it would just rotate in circles, flapping away. I wanted to take it inside, because my outdoor dog was pretty mean and liked to eat birds. My madre said no, that it was dirty, and I left it alone. I came back outside a few hours later, and the poor thing was still there, crying and cheeping hysterically. I decided to smuggle the poor thing inside, and I made it a little nest out of a box and some kleenex.

It was completely out of the question to see the vet, especially considering I'd brought the little fellow in against my mother's rule. Anyway, I didn't know how to feed it, because it would just open its mouth to me and cheep. I tried to feed it wet bread in little chunks, but it wouldn't swallow. I was afraid to push the bread down because I thought I would choke it. I tried to give it some birdseeds, but it just wouldn't eat. It had water and everything, but a few days later it died. The thing that really hurt about it is that I was watching TV at the time, and I heard this little squeak, but I didn't think anything of it. During commercial I went to check on her and she was dead.

It was really hard to deal with with the guilt of knowing it was my fault and I could've done something to help it if I'd tried hard enough. As a matter of fact, it probably would've been easy to keep her alive if I'd tried. Guess I wouldn't make a very good mother. :D

Not really a pet story, but had an impact on me nonetheless.

I'm so sorry for everyone's loss. Just, for the love of God everyone, try your best to keep your cats indoors at all times. It is an incredibly brutal place outdoors for felines, and the lifespan of a stray cat is 2 years. You don't want that to be your little Whiskers. :( Next time your baby runs outdoors, you chase after them like there's no tomorrow and--don't relent.

Aerith Gainsborough
I'm so sorry about the bird :(
I'm sure you tried your best to take care of it.I mean you brought it in against your mothers words.That shows you cared and tried alot. *Big Hug*
I wish I could have known you at that age .if so I could have probably told you baby birds eat smashed bugs (to the point of goo).
Everything happens for a reason.You tried your best,and you did an awesome job for being eight years old at the time.

I was your same age when I had a bird.
I agree about keeping pets (cats) inside.It just gets hard to do so,especially if cats are born to explore and have fun outside.
It's ok if Cats are outside just as long as you don't live near a road or people that hate cats.

I hate sad stories :[

Oh yeah, cats. I see a splat cat around once a month. That's just sad. And just last week, my dog died. I took so much good care of it. *sniff*

Thanks. I wish I knew that then.

Anyway, I hate sad stories too. D: All this angst! ._.