National Pet Memorial Day: Shera's Story

By Daisy the French Bulldog on May. 27, 2016

Losing a pet is never an easy topic to discuss or write about; however, it is important to talk and share our feelings in order to heal as best we can. Normally, I let Miss Daisy take the reins when it comes to blogging, but today I want to share with you the human perspective of losing a pet in honor of National Pet Memorial Day.

National Pet Memorial Day is a day to commemorate and honor the memories of our pets that have passed away. The holiday was established by the International Association of Pet Cemeteries and Crematories over 40 years ago, and is celebrated on the second Sunday in September to recognize the important role that our beloved pets play in our lives. National Pet Memorial Day continues to serve as a day to provide comfort and closure to pet parents nationwide, and my household is no exception.

Emma & Jack

Nearly 10 years ago, my husband and I decided to take the plunge and get a dog. He already had a Jack Russell terrier (appropriately named Jack) from college, and we were ready to add one more to the pack. I had always wanted a Boston terrier. Those bug eyes and pointy ears and shiny black coats—some might say I was obsessed with Boston terriers. I’ll just say I was infatuated. It sounds better. Anyway, so we were searching and searching for a young, female Boston terrier. After many nights spent searching and searching online, we finally found her! The poor baby was already eight months old and had very likely been kept in a cage for a majority of her life. My heart (and my husband) told me that we had to take her home. We pulled together every penny that we could find in order to bring that baby home. We finally had her in our arms and I was over the moon. I immediately named her Emma and we took her home to our humble apartment.

Emma and her “brother” Jack became instant pack mates (although Jack always had a little jealous streak, but I am chalking it up to a “guy” thing), and they moved with us from that apartment, to a condo and then to our first house. Along the way, we also added Mimi, a shih tzu, to our pack. The three dogs were the best of friends—especially Emma and Mimi. They were absolutely inseparable.

Then, about two years ago, Emma began to get very lethargic. Normally she was a spunky, high-energy dog who loved to do zoomies around our small house (and knock everything over in the process). This slow, tired dog was just not the normal Emma. Plus, she was only eight years old. We were worried, so we immediately called our veterinarian (who, fortunately, was also a neighbor). He ran some tests and discovered some heart abnormalities. I immediately shuttled her to a veterinary heart specialist, who, several hundreds of dollars later, advised me that the abnormalities should be watched, but they were not life threatening at that time. I breathed a sigh of relief, and took my baby home. Unfortunately, Emma’s condition continued to decline.

A few months later, Emma refused to get out of bed and did not want breakfast. We knew there was something serious going on—Emma simply did not miss meals. We took her to the veterinarian again and they ran several tests. They discovered that her white blood cell count was dangerously off. Our only option at that point was a blood transfusion. We agreed, and left her there during the days and picked her up in the evenings in order to let her get her treatments. The transfusion was not working. Our friend, and trusted veterinarian, suggested we try another blood transfusion. We were getting desperate, and agreed. When I asked our friend whether it would be best to leave her overnight at that point, he told me to come take her home and bring her back in the morning. In hindsight, I think he knew the end was near, but did not have the heart to dampen my hope. And I am glad that he told me to take her home.

I do not want to post the gruesome details of Emma’s last night on Earth, as I do not want her to be remembered that way. She left this planet surrounded by her human mom and her best friend, Mimi the shih tzu. Although I cry as I write this, I am so grateful that she held on long enough to let me hold her and pet her and comfort her in the care of our own home. I chose to have her cremated and I have a keepsake of her paw print that I keep in my room for comfort. Emma taught me a valuable lesson that night—listen to your instincts. This is a lesson that, unbeknownst to me, I would call on less than two months later.

About two weeks after Emma passed away, we moved into a new home. It turned out to be a happy coincidence, and good to help distract us from the sadness that we were feeling. We packed up Jack and Mimi and spent a month at a time-share condo while we waited for our new house to close. Jack’s health immediately started to decline. At 12 years old, this was somewhat expected, but I know I certainly was not ready for Jack to go quite yet. We had just lost Emma. How much more could I take?

As we moved into our new home, Jack could barely function. He had lost a significant amount of weight, needed help staying hydrated and could not walk. His organs were failing. I woke up one morning and Jack just looked at me and his eyes told me that he was ready. I called our friend’s veterinary office, and they told us to come in whenever we were ready. I took Jack alone, and held him the entire time. We said our goodbyes, and, because he was about to pass away, he got to enjoy a Reese's Peanut Butter Easter Egg, which I still smile about. And a few minutes later, he was gone. I am forever grateful for the caring staff that just sat there and hugged me. Sadness does not even describe how I felt at that point—losing two of my three dogs within two months. I had to find a way to heal.

Healing

Healing is not an easy process. As cliché as it sounds, it takes time and it takes effort—two things that you do not have when you are grieving. But healing is important. You do not learn to live without a pet that you have lost. A year and a half later, I still look for them at bedtime or in the hallway and I think about them every night like clockwork right before I fall asleep. You learn to live differently, and everyone reaches this point in their own way.

For me, healing involved crying, a lot of crying, which prompted my children to ask why I was crying. At first I was annoyed by their questions. I just wanted to be sad alone and not have to explain why. But the more I thought about it, my children helped me to reach my next stage ofhealing: discussion. We talked about the circle of life, and we talked about why Emma and Jack had to leave us so soon. These discussions lead to talks about memories, and silly stories—like the time that Emma burned off half of her whiskers when she hopped up on a table to sniff a lemon candle. Or the time Jack was swimming laps around a lake and my husband had to go into the lake to retrieve him. And we laughed as a family. And every time we laughed, we healed a little more. Slowly, the end-of-life images were fading, and the bright, beautiful memories were returning. These memories inspired me, and that inspiration pushed me into my next stage of healing: action.

 

For me, action involved actively and physically honoring the memory of my beloved pets. I keep their ashes in my room, and I talk to them when I need comfort. I touch Emma’s paw-print keepsake when I need strength. But I needed to do more. So my husband and I decided to plant a beautiful tropical landscape in their honor. Every time a flower blooms or a butterfly flutters by, I know that my Emma and Jack are watching over me. And probably eating as much peanut butter as heaven can hold. And I smile a little. And for the first time in a year and a half, I am at peace with the circumstances.

Reaching a state of peace after a pet passes away is difficult, but reachable. Let yourself move through the stages of grief in the way that your body needs to. And know that honoring the memory of your pet—whether it is every day, or on National Pet Memorial Day—is a beautiful gift for your pet’s spirit, and a wonderful way to help you become at peace.

I know that my journey is unique, and no two circumstances are alike when it comes to a pet passing away; however, I hope that you find strength and inspiration from my words and experience. I would love to hear about how YOU remember or honor your pets on National Pet Memorial Day.

 

(Emma found her inner peace by doing "yoga". Or sleeping.) 

To read more about Shera’s and Daisy’s adventures, check out Daisy’s Blog!

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‎09-16-2015 07:38 AM
This is about my basset hound Lady Marie. I brought my little baby home just when she was four weeks old. I had lost my basset hound Trixy after 14 years. So I needed another dog to take her place. That is when Lady Marie came in. As Lady Marie grew, she became a beautiful, loving young lady. She was a loving baby who loved to play with her toys or cuddle up in my bed. She was always under the comforter of bed or on my lap. I was in the hospital many times during her 8 years of life. In February 2015 I was in an ICU of the nearby hospital. Aparently she became very sick, my daughter took her to her vet but nothing was found that day. The next day she was again taken to the vet. Lady Marie was given IV fluids, meds and sent home. My daughter says she checked in on her and during the hours she was alone, she had passed to doggie heaven. I was told of her passing two months later when I was better. I am still grieving over death. I look at her pictures and miss her so much. My room is not the same, so empty. Many nights I cry myself to sleep thinking of her, wishing she was by my side. I know I must stop grieving and start thinking of all the memories Lady Marie left but it is so hard. I need to look forward of buying or adopting another basset. That is where I must concentrate my thoughts but never forgetting my lovely Lady Marie.
This is about my basset hound Lady Marie. I brought my little baby home just when she was four weeks old. I had lost my basset hound Trixy after 14 years. So I needed another dog to take her place. That is when Lady Marie came in. As Lady Marie grew, she became a beautiful, loving young lady. She was a loving baby who loved to play with her toys or cuddle up in my bed. She was always under the comforter of bed or on my lap. I was in the hospital many times during her 8 years of life. In February 2015 I was in an ICU of the nearby hospital. Aparently she became very sick, my daughter took her to her vet but nothing was found that day. The next day she was again taken to the vet. Lady Marie was given IV fluids, meds and sent home. My daughter says she checked in on her and during the hours she was alone, she had passed to doggie heaven. I was told of her passing two months later when I was better. I am still grieving over death. I look at her pictures and miss her so much. My room is not the same, so empty. Many nights I cry myself to sleep thinking of her, wishing she was by my side. I know I must stop grieving and start thinking of all the memories Lady Marie left but it is so hard. I need to look forward of buying or adopting another basset. That is where I must concentrate my thoughts but never forgetting my lovely Lady Marie.
Posted on Sep. 16, 2015
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‎09-19-2015 05:30 PM
I loved what you wrote...these things we don't want to think about or acknowledge inevitably come. When it does, I will read this again. Thank you.
I loved what you wrote...these things we don't want to think about or acknowledge inevitably come. When it does, I will read this again. Thank you.
Posted on Sep. 19, 2015
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‎09-21-2015 06:31 AM
Very lovely and sad story. My story is similar to y'all. I'm just not in the right place to discuss my story yet. Thxz
Very lovely and sad story. My story is similar to y'all. I'm just not in the right place to discuss my story yet. Thxz
Posted on Sep. 21, 2015
by Gessy Ladd
‎09-21-2015 07:41 AM

I am so grateful for your article. I too went through a very emotional loss of our family dog Spanky. He was my husbands dog given to him by a good friend who could not tend to him. Spanky immediately gravitaed to my husband the first day they met. From then on they were inseperable. Until we got married and ny husband moved out from his parents home. Unfortunately we could not take him with us due to not being able to find a home that allowed dogs. Despite that he stayed and was well loved (and spoiled!) by my husbands parents and siblings. As he got older his health got bad and at the end we were forced to make the hard decision to put him to sleep so that he would not suffer anymore. It was the most heartwrenching experience that I have ever been through. One thinks well its just an animal, but no they are more than that that, they are our companions are loyaly friends and at the end they are our family! I will never forget Spanky and the happiness he brought to my family. We too also have those great memories and fun and silly times we had with him, its great to remember the happy times!

I am so grateful for your article. I too went through a very emotional loss of our family dog Spanky. He was my husbands dog given to him by a good friend who could not tend to him. Spanky immediately gravitaed to my husband the first day they met. From then on they were inseperable. Until we got married and ny husband moved out from his parents home. Unfortunately we could not take him with us due to not being able to find a home that allowed dogs. Despite that he stayed and was well loved (and spoiled!) by my husbands parents and siblings. As he got older his health got bad and at the end we were forced to make the hard decision to put him to sleep so that he would not suffer anymore. It was the most heartwrenching experience that I have ever been through. One thinks well its just an animal, but no they are more than that that, they are our companions are loyaly friends and at the end they are our family! I will never forget Spanky and the happiness he brought to my family. We too also have those great memories and fun and silly times we had with him, its great to remember the happy times!

Posted on Sep. 21, 2015
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‎09-21-2015 07:47 AM
I just said goodbye to my best friend of 14 years, Miles is his name. He is a Boston terrier too (I wish I could post a picture of him). On my way to get him when he was only 8 weeks old, I reached 100,000 miles on my car and that's where his name came from. He was my first baby, my biggest fan. And I didn't realize how much of a team we were until now. It was so normal for him to follow me everywhere, be on my lap, wait for me by the shower, etc. My most faithful friend. His health started declining over the last few years. He went deaf, nearly blind, difficulty breathing. Then he started having seizures losing his bowels in the process. One night after my daughter's school dance he had a seizure and I cleaned him up, wrapped him in a blanket and he gave me this look saying "I'm ready. I'm tired." I knew it was time. I called the vet the next day and she came to the house. I always said I wouldn't be able to be there for the process but when the time came I wouldn't have him without me. I wrapped my hands around his chest and kissed him and cried until I felt his breaths stop, his lungs no longer moving. He's at peace now. We buried him in the yard and the kids gave Miles gifts, such as a stuffed animal, a pillow, and painted heart and cross. I have 3 other dogs but Miles was different. He was mine and I was his.
I just said goodbye to my best friend of 14 years, Miles is his name. He is a Boston terrier too (I wish I could post a picture of him). On my way to get him when he was only 8 weeks old, I reached 100,000 miles on my car and that's where his name came from. He was my first baby, my biggest fan. And I didn't realize how much of a team we were until now. It was so normal for him to follow me everywhere, be on my lap, wait for me by the shower, etc. My most faithful friend. His health started declining over the last few years. He went deaf, nearly blind, difficulty breathing. Then he started having seizures losing his bowels in the process. One night after my daughter's school dance he had a seizure and I cleaned him up, wrapped him in a blanket and he gave me this look saying "I'm ready. I'm tired." I knew it was time. I called the vet the next day and she came to the house. I always said I wouldn't be able to be there for the process but when the time came I wouldn't have him without me. I wrapped my hands around his chest and kissed him and cried until I felt his breaths stop, his lungs no longer moving. He's at peace now. We buried him in the yard and the kids gave Miles gifts, such as a stuffed animal, a pillow, and painted heart and cross. I have 3 other dogs but Miles was different. He was mine and I was his.
Posted on Sep. 21, 2015
by Ann Walker
‎09-21-2015 08:28 AM

Thank you for your beautiful story I cried through it not only for you but I lost my dear sweet Lady in July she was only 8 years old but had diaabetes.I burried her in one of her favorarte places and I am in the process of planting a beautiful garden with fall flowers, this was our favorate time of the year to sit outside. Even though I have 2 other dogs I still miss her every day. She loved to lay on my feet at night I still have trouble falling asleep. I am now able to talk about her but the pain of missing her still gets to me.I usually break down.Iam like you worried my other 2 are 13 and 11 I just dont know how I can do that again. Thank you for your story it made me think of all the good times and I actually laughed when I thought of her and the other 2 when they would run after the birds in the yard.

Thank you for your beautiful story I cried through it not only for you but I lost my dear sweet Lady in July she was only 8 years old but had diaabetes.I burried her in one of her favorarte places and I am in the process of planting a beautiful garden with fall flowers, this was our favorate time of the year to sit outside. Even though I have 2 other dogs I still miss her every day. She loved to lay on my feet at night I still have trouble falling asleep. I am now able to talk about her but the pain of missing her still gets to me.I usually break down.Iam like you worried my other 2 are 13 and 11 I just dont know how I can do that again. Thank you for your story it made me think of all the good times and I actually laughed when I thought of her and the other 2 when they would run after the birds in the yard.

Posted on Sep. 21, 2015
by connie
‎09-23-2015 05:51 AM

I LOVED THIS ARTICLE.  I LOST MY LITTLE NIKKIE GIRL AFTER 17 YEARS. SHE WAS A SMALL BISCHON. I TOO HAVE HER ASHES AND PAW PRINT AND A LOCK OF HER HAIR. SHE WAS MY BABY AND BEST FRIEND AND STILL IF SOMEONE MENTIONS HER I TEAR UP. THANKS FOR SHARING.

I LOVED THIS ARTICLE.  I LOST MY LITTLE NIKKIE GIRL AFTER 17 YEARS. SHE WAS A SMALL BISCHON. I TOO HAVE HER ASHES AND PAW PRINT AND A LOCK OF HER HAIR. SHE WAS MY BABY AND BEST FRIEND AND STILL IF SOMEONE MENTIONS HER I TEAR UP. THANKS FOR SHARING.

Posted on Sep. 23, 2015
by Danny
‎09-24-2015 04:57 AM

Your story was indeed very heart-felt, and I can totally relate to how you were, (and probably still are) feeling about these great losses. We lost our Shih-tzu (Cindy) just 4 days ago, and we buried her in a beautiful grave that we made on our property.

Although this is a very deep loss to us, just last night out cat (Jesse) had a stroke, and now he is totally incapacitated! We know what will come next, and our hearts are broken more deeply than I can find words to express.  Tears are flowing as I type this. I didn't know it was National Pet Memorial Day, but it will be memorial day everyday for our pets for the rest of our lives.  

 

Thanks for sharing your story. I can definitely relate to how all of you feel about this.

Your story was indeed very heart-felt, and I can totally relate to how you were, (and probably still are) feeling about these great losses. We lost our Shih-tzu (Cindy) just 4 days ago, and we buried her in a beautiful grave that we made on our property.

Although this is a very deep loss to us, just last night out cat (Jesse) had a stroke, and now he is totally incapacitated! We know what will come next, and our hearts are broken more deeply than I can find words to express.  Tears are flowing as I type this. I didn't know it was National Pet Memorial Day, but it will be memorial day everyday for our pets for the rest of our lives.  

 

Thanks for sharing your story. I can definitely relate to how all of you feel about this.

Posted on Sep. 24, 2015
by francy bernal
‎09-26-2015 05:35 AM

im from colombia and i have adopted 3 dog and 3 cats and is the best thing i have done i love them. And i want to thank you for your story is beauthiful. in the future if you want to have a new dog dont buy, adopt there are so many dog that need a home, offer your home to a dog that needs it and you well be so greatfull you did, and that dog well love you for ever. i dont want to imagine my life with out my babys, but i know that the day well come and i hope im there for them, the way they were there for me. thank you

im from colombia and i have adopted 3 dog and 3 cats and is the best thing i have done i love them. And i want to thank you for your story is beauthiful. in the future if you want to have a new dog dont buy, adopt there are so many dog that need a home, offer your home to a dog that needs it and you well be so greatfull you did, and that dog well love you for ever. i dont want to imagine my life with out my babys, but i know that the day well come and i hope im there for them, the way they were there for me. thank you

Posted on Sep. 26, 2015
by Dave Hebert
‎09-28-2015 04:48 AM

I was very moved by Shera's story of the loss of her best friends. Anyone who truely loves their pet would feel the same. I think there are different levels of pet admiration and I happen to be in the top 5%(?) of animal lovers. My pets (I have 2 doggies) mean as much to me as I'm sure Sheras' did to her, that is why I started building urns for our deceased beloved friends. If Shera gets this message, I would be happy to construct an urn (memorial) for her (free of charge) because I know the feeling of loss when one of our furry friends passes away. Check out my website and please contact me if I can be of service.

Dave Hebert

HCC-peturns.com

I was very moved by Shera's story of the loss of her best friends. Anyone who truely loves their pet would feel the same. I think there are different levels of pet admiration and I happen to be in the top 5%(?) of animal lovers. My pets (I have 2 doggies) mean as much to me as I'm sure Sheras' did to her, that is why I started building urns for our deceased beloved friends. If Shera gets this message, I would be happy to construct an urn (memorial) for her (free of charge) because I know the feeling of loss when one of our furry friends passes away. Check out my website and please contact me if I can be of service.

Dave Hebert

HCC-peturns.com

Posted on Sep. 28, 2015
by catsears
‎09-30-2015 05:48 AM

my heart goes out to you and yours.  I cried too when I read your story.  Like you, we all have lost pets and yes, its very hard to get through.  but you said it true - you have to let your body and mind heal in "their own time". you have to go thru the same stages as losing a human loved one.  people who dont have pets, or their pets are just "animals", they dont understand our involvement or our emotions. we are each an individual as you said.

I hope you are finding peace now, beginning to enjoy each day again, and remembering the good times, not the bad.  Jack and Emma are happy now, and will always be watching out for you.  You have a lot of love to give, in their honor and memory, pass it forward......adopt again, when you can or volunteer when you can.

They will always be in your heart, forever.  God bless!

my heart goes out to you and yours.  I cried too when I read your story.  Like you, we all have lost pets and yes, its very hard to get through.  but you said it true - you have to let your body and mind heal in "their own time". you have to go thru the same stages as losing a human loved one.  people who dont have pets, or their pets are just "animals", they dont understand our involvement or our emotions. we are each an individual as you said.

I hope you are finding peace now, beginning to enjoy each day again, and remembering the good times, not the bad.  Jack and Emma are happy now, and will always be watching out for you.  You have a lot of love to give, in their honor and memory, pass it forward......adopt again, when you can or volunteer when you can.

They will always be in your heart, forever.  God bless!

Posted on Sep. 30, 2015
by Molly
‎10-03-2015 01:07 AM

Molly is my little Boston and your story touched my heart.  Losing a beloved pet is very sad to endure. 

Molly is my little Boston and your story touched my heart.  Losing a beloved pet is very sad to endure. 

Posted on Oct. 3, 2015
by Kenneth Rice
‎10-05-2015 11:32 PM

Your Emma looks so much like my Missy that I list after 13 years in a very similar situation. Its hard they are our children. I know the pain I've recently lost a shepherd Abbey I still had my other baby Lucy ( another Boston) and rescued two more. I guess I'm a sucker for heartache. But if their lives are comfortable and fulfilled I have done a service I hope is repaid in Gods great plan.

 

Your Emma looks so much like my Missy that I list after 13 years in a very similar situation. Its hard they are our children. I know the pain I've recently lost a shepherd Abbey I still had my other baby Lucy ( another Boston) and rescued two more. I guess I'm a sucker for heartache. But if their lives are comfortable and fulfilled I have done a service I hope is repaid in Gods great plan.

 

Posted on Oct. 5, 2015
by Alicia P
‎10-06-2015 12:23 AM

I am still trying to figure out how to cope with each new day when the sun comes up...I lost three dogs in 9 months beginning December 2014 and ending this past August, at the ages of 12, 13 and 14. I am different, it is as if an era has ended for me. I find myself thinking a lot about the past. I did adopt a new dog. We had one 7 year old left and I was hoping the new dog would help us all. He has but I still wish I could turn the clock around. Three losses in such a small amount of time has nearly killed me, but you are expected to continue on, return to work the next day, etc. I'm hoping that I can think of this as a new era and that it is just beginning, but it is still a challenge every day. creatures so innocent just should never have to face illness or death, but the new dog as well as the 7 year old keep me smiling and entertained.

I am still trying to figure out how to cope with each new day when the sun comes up...I lost three dogs in 9 months beginning December 2014 and ending this past August, at the ages of 12, 13 and 14. I am different, it is as if an era has ended for me. I find myself thinking a lot about the past. I did adopt a new dog. We had one 7 year old left and I was hoping the new dog would help us all. He has but I still wish I could turn the clock around. Three losses in such a small amount of time has nearly killed me, but you are expected to continue on, return to work the next day, etc. I'm hoping that I can think of this as a new era and that it is just beginning, but it is still a challenge every day. creatures so innocent just should never have to face illness or death, but the new dog as well as the 7 year old keep me smiling and entertained.

Posted on Oct. 6, 2015
by doni
‎10-09-2015 11:28 PM

we lost or baby two months ago and i caint stop crying my husband says ive got to stop thinking about him all the time if someone knows how to do this please let me know he was the lovingst baby you would ever want

we lost or baby two months ago and i caint stop crying my husband says ive got to stop thinking about him all the time if someone knows how to do this please let me know he was the lovingst baby you would ever want

Posted on Oct. 9, 2015
by HannibalToo
‎10-17-2015 11:40 PM

  What I think you left out of the storey is the part about how the surviving dog handled the loss, and what y'all did to assist with that grieving process.

  Dogs are not stupid.  They know about death, and miss their companions too.

  They need support and understanding too.  They can also help YOU with your loss issues.  It is a two way street. 

  Yes, I still see some of my missing herd members out of the corner of my eye, years later.

  Losing a family member is always difficult.  It never gets any easier.  

  What I think you left out of the storey is the part about how the surviving dog handled the loss, and what y'all did to assist with that grieving process.

  Dogs are not stupid.  They know about death, and miss their companions too.

  They need support and understanding too.  They can also help YOU with your loss issues.  It is a two way street. 

  Yes, I still see some of my missing herd members out of the corner of my eye, years later.

  Losing a family member is always difficult.  It never gets any easier.  

Posted on Oct. 17, 2015
by We lost our babies too
‎10-19-2015 04:19 AM

We lost our two babies 28 days apart. It had to be the worst time of my life.

I missed them so bad. And still do. I have tears as I am writing this. It has been

2 years. But we have beautiful memories of both of them.

We also have a dog from a rescue shelter. She  does not take their place, but

she has helped with the healing and she is our baby.

We lost our two babies 28 days apart. It had to be the worst time of my life.

I missed them so bad. And still do. I have tears as I am writing this. It has been

2 years. But we have beautiful memories of both of them.

We also have a dog from a rescue shelter. She  does not take their place, but

she has helped with the healing and she is our baby.

Posted on Oct. 19, 2015
by brandi
‎10-20-2015 12:28 AM

I knew before I clicked this story not to click it. Smiley Happy I am one of "those" people. I love my dogs like I love my family. More even, as she was the only being that I ever believed TRULY loved me. *Ugh* Had to take about a two minute break and weep like a 1 year old. July 31 this year was one year since she left Earth. It's not every day I cry, not even every week anymore- though it was daily for at least three month, no hyperbole there. But every so often, usually in the 1-2 AM range, it hits me and that sinkhole that formed the morning she passed opens back up, and I lose all control of keeping it together and crumple, thinking about how much I miss her.

For anyone asking "how do I get through this?" There is no answer. But you do. You get through it and miss them. And it hurts, and it seems like everything reminds you of them. But then slowly day by day, you cry one less minute than you did yesterday. Then another day and another day until you say with honest enthusiasm "OMG! I didn't cry today!" Then you bawl the next day, but progressively - it gets fewer and fewer times you lose it. It does get better. It sounds stupid, emotionally fragile and not based in reality, but for those of us whose pets have provided love, security and friendship that our families did not - nor ever even want to, losing them is such a tremendous blow. Abandonment, loneliness, sadness, and not having any choice but just to accept it and hurt....it sucks.

I did adopt another dog, and it was too soon. (6 months after, haha- I am a weenie) However, now I see how different that big idiot goofball that I adopted is. I keep thinking "I wish I had that same beautiful connection that I had with Baci." But I keep forgetting that I have only known Pandora a year, and that is a far cry from the 10 wonderful years I knew Baci. And the connection that I will have with Pandora, in time, is HERS. Not fair to compare her. Smiley Happy

I think the main thing to realize is that these babies are small chunks of pure light - God's awesome benevolence in giving us such a GREAT gift of what unconditional love, fierce loyalty, good listening skills and the importance of a good nap all wrapped up in a fuzzy, adorable little friend adds to our lives. A lot of us seek God, Allah, Buddha, Mohammed, whatever diety you are most familiar with... and the happiness and bliss shared with these creatures gives us a glimpse of what that pure energy is like from our creator. It is the energy that binds us all as a cohesive unit in this realm, and I think that is why it rips us apart so painfully when it is no longer here. It's almost like holding God's hand for 10 years and then waking up, and one day it's gone. We know it's not GONE, just not with us anymore. Still here, still loving us, but just in a different space and reality.  I really do believe that.

Yeah yeah - still sucks though. Hehe. No matter how much I try to talk myself into the fact I should just accept it and stop boo hooing about it, nah, I still hate that it happens.  Meh. I am going to have to get a pet rock from here on out. Smiley Happy

Good vibes sent to anyone who comes here seeking something to ease the pain. I hate you are going through this and wish I could wrap my arms around your pain and make it not hurt so badly. It's a tough etching on our soul to endure, but one, nonetheless I would EVER trade having had the experiences I did to earn it. I am honored to have been chose to spend those 10 years with such a great baby.

Smiley Happy ~b

I knew before I clicked this story not to click it. Smiley Happy I am one of "those" people. I love my dogs like I love my family. More even, as she was the only being that I ever believed TRULY loved me. *Ugh* Had to take about a two minute break and weep like a 1 year old. July 31 this year was one year since she left Earth. It's not every day I cry, not even every week anymore- though it was daily for at least three month, no hyperbole there. But every so often, usually in the 1-2 AM range, it hits me and that sinkhole that formed the morning she passed opens back up, and I lose all control of keeping it together and crumple, thinking about how much I miss her.

For anyone asking "how do I get through this?" There is no answer. But you do. You get through it and miss them. And it hurts, and it seems like everything reminds you of them. But then slowly day by day, you cry one less minute than you did yesterday. Then another day and another day until you say with honest enthusiasm "OMG! I didn't cry today!" Then you bawl the next day, but progressively - it gets fewer and fewer times you lose it. It does get better. It sounds stupid, emotionally fragile and not based in reality, but for those of us whose pets have provided love, security and friendship that our families did not - nor ever even want to, losing them is such a tremendous blow. Abandonment, loneliness, sadness, and not having any choice but just to accept it and hurt....it sucks.

I did adopt another dog, and it was too soon. (6 months after, haha- I am a weenie) However, now I see how different that big idiot goofball that I adopted is. I keep thinking "I wish I had that same beautiful connection that I had with Baci." But I keep forgetting that I have only known Pandora a year, and that is a far cry from the 10 wonderful years I knew Baci. And the connection that I will have with Pandora, in time, is HERS. Not fair to compare her. Smiley Happy

I think the main thing to realize is that these babies are small chunks of pure light - God's awesome benevolence in giving us such a GREAT gift of what unconditional love, fierce loyalty, good listening skills and the importance of a good nap all wrapped up in a fuzzy, adorable little friend adds to our lives. A lot of us seek God, Allah, Buddha, Mohammed, whatever diety you are most familiar with... and the happiness and bliss shared with these creatures gives us a glimpse of what that pure energy is like from our creator. It is the energy that binds us all as a cohesive unit in this realm, and I think that is why it rips us apart so painfully when it is no longer here. It's almost like holding God's hand for 10 years and then waking up, and one day it's gone. We know it's not GONE, just not with us anymore. Still here, still loving us, but just in a different space and reality.  I really do believe that.

Yeah yeah - still sucks though. Hehe. No matter how much I try to talk myself into the fact I should just accept it and stop boo hooing about it, nah, I still hate that it happens.  Meh. I am going to have to get a pet rock from here on out. Smiley Happy

Good vibes sent to anyone who comes here seeking something to ease the pain. I hate you are going through this and wish I could wrap my arms around your pain and make it not hurt so badly. It's a tough etching on our soul to endure, but one, nonetheless I would EVER trade having had the experiences I did to earn it. I am honored to have been chose to spend those 10 years with such a great baby.

Smiley Happy ~b

Posted on Oct. 20, 2015
by diann
‎10-20-2015 03:23 AM

My precious little doggie was a little chihuahua named Ruby Tuesday, Ruby T for short. She had the biggest, blackest, prettiest eyes of any living creature I have ever seen. She was very protective  of me, I used to always tell people I was HER person. My husband was only allowed to kiss me once, if he dared kiss me twice she would yap at  him. Ruby came down with kidney disease at the age of 13 years. I was totally caught off guard since I took her to the vet twice a year for physicals. I started dialysis treatments for her hoping that she would . The vet told me that I would  have to make a decision and "put her down", I knew that wasn't something I wanted to ever think about or even consider. As the weeks went on She continued to loose weight and I continued to pray for her recovery. The vet explained to me that the reason she was still alive was because of my love for her and she was fighting to stay with me. The day she died was bittersweet, she waited for me to get home from work, I held her in my arms and told her it's okay, I told her I loved her  and she can go to sleep. I held her gently in my arms as she closed her eyes and drew her breath for the last time. My husband and I continued to talk to her as we cried together. Even as I write this the  tears are starting to flow from my eyes. Months later I started hearing on the news about the jerky treats from China that were causing dogs health problems, even kidney disease. I will always wonder if this contributed to or cause her illness. I make a point of not feeding my dogs anything that comes out of China. I now prepare their food myself. Ruby T. will always have a special place in my heart. I believe in heaven and my hope is that she will join me again when that time comes. I had her cremated too and I also have her fur. She was so special. I MISS YOU RUBY!

My precious little doggie was a little chihuahua named Ruby Tuesday, Ruby T for short. She had the biggest, blackest, prettiest eyes of any living creature I have ever seen. She was very protective  of me, I used to always tell people I was HER person. My husband was only allowed to kiss me once, if he dared kiss me twice she would yap at  him. Ruby came down with kidney disease at the age of 13 years. I was totally caught off guard since I took her to the vet twice a year for physicals. I started dialysis treatments for her hoping that she would . The vet told me that I would  have to make a decision and "put her down", I knew that wasn't something I wanted to ever think about or even consider. As the weeks went on She continued to loose weight and I continued to pray for her recovery. The vet explained to me that the reason she was still alive was because of my love for her and she was fighting to stay with me. The day she died was bittersweet, she waited for me to get home from work, I held her in my arms and told her it's okay, I told her I loved her  and she can go to sleep. I held her gently in my arms as she closed her eyes and drew her breath for the last time. My husband and I continued to talk to her as we cried together. Even as I write this the  tears are starting to flow from my eyes. Months later I started hearing on the news about the jerky treats from China that were causing dogs health problems, even kidney disease. I will always wonder if this contributed to or cause her illness. I make a point of not feeding my dogs anything that comes out of China. I now prepare their food myself. Ruby T. will always have a special place in my heart. I believe in heaven and my hope is that she will join me again when that time comes. I had her cremated too and I also have her fur. She was so special. I MISS YOU RUBY!

Posted on Oct. 20, 2015
by Cathryn De La Cruz
‎10-23-2015 01:19 AM

Wow. This is such a sad, yet uplifting post.

A similar thing happened in my family earlier this year and late last year.

The family dog, Lucas (lived at my uncle's house, but had been with everyone at one point), had suddenly started limping and yelping every time he would walk and especially when going up the step into the house. We took him to the vet and they said he had severe arthritis. They gave us the medications to give him for a couple of months. However, the family decided that we could not see him in pain anymore. He loved running around and it was just devastating seeing him struggle to even get up to greet up. But, through it all he was always wagging his tail. My father decided one Saturday in October to take him to the vet to be put down, it was sudden because he knew how much dragging on the process would affect the family (my grandmother is susceptible to a heart attack when stressed, and she loved the dog). So, it was like ripping off a bandaid. But, I was able to get one last picture of Lucas as he went out the door. He looked the camera straight on and smiled. My parents say that he did not complain as the went to the vet and was smiling the entire time they waited. That is what gave me a bit of peace. But, it was still extremely sad to spend that first Christmas and New Year without him.

In February, we lost our other dog, Oso. He was an outside dog and was given to us by family members who couldn't care for him temporarily. He stayed with us for about 5 years of his life. During those 5 years, he was always seen as a scary dog. He was a Chow-Shepherd so he was always very furry and large, and not good with strangers. My family would always take extra precaution going outside because he had growled at them and was possessive with food. But, he never growled at me. Ever. So, I became the only one to actually be able to hug him around the head and I just had a unique bond with this old dog. In February 2014, we got our first boxer puppy, Flaco. Oso had always been with another dog, and it had been years since we had two. Flaco changed everything for Oso. He was no longer a dog that would lie around, and develop callouses on his knees. Flaco became his new brother. As we know, boxers are full of so much energy that can be hard to contain. Oso was like the grumpy old man that had a crazy grandson. Flaco would tug his tail for Oso to play, and they wrestled and Oso was gentle. I like to think Oso was given  more time when Flaco came around. Then, In February of this year, Oso suddenly did not want to get up. He was about ten, which is about the line for the breed combination, so we knew it would happen soon. Within 24 hours, his health was on the floore. So, we gave him a bath, dried him off, and made sure he was comfortable and clean for whatever was to happen. I stayed up with him that night, outside until I had to sleep because I wanted him to feel like someone was there. The next morning, the first thing I did was see if he was still with us, He was. My siblings went to school, said goodbye just in case, but not thinking anything would happen, and my mother went to work. I was on Spring Break, so my father and I decided to take him to the vet and do what Oso needed. I was sitting with Oso's head in my arms and looking into his eyes, and trying to get him to drink water. All I saw was that the time was getting nearer. So, I got up and helped my father as he backed up the car so we could put Oso inside. When we got everything ready, I walked over to Oso, and he was gone. I felt miserable at that instant. If only I had stayed a moment longer, maybe I would have been with him. The worst part was putting his body in the truck and taking him to the shelter, and not being able to hold back the tears as I told the secretary, as the first client of the day: Our dog passed away this morning. She gave me the paperwork, not saying a word. We brought the car around to the back to give the body to the assistant. He came out with a smile, and as soon as he saw what we were there for, lowered his eyes andwas silent. He saw Oso and went back for a larger cart. My father and he lifted Oso's body out of the car and I tried to pet him one last time as the man wheeled him away. It was the most painful thing I had ever experienced in my life.

During the next few weeks I took to the community in Google plus whom I had become connected with whe we got Flaco and I told them everything. They made me realize: dogs know when it's time. After thinking about it, maybe Oso decided to go when he did to protect me from that sad moment. I had said my goodbyes and told him he could go. He went without me so I would have to see his "last breath".

Now, I still cry remembering him and Lucas. They were both huge parts of the family. You are right, we must learn how to live differently. But, knowing that every sign of life is them watching over us. Our babies are family. Some people told me: he was just a dog, why are you so upset? I would say: He was my family. He was my baby. 

ife goes on, and having those experiences changed mine. I have more of an appreciation for those with us still and I know that crying is nothing to be ashamed of. Thank you for your post. Like you said, every experience is unique, and losing two dogs what feels like an instant apart is really hard to get over. 

Love your babies while they are here. Cherish the good moments and learn from the bad. They will always be family, and family is irreplaceable. <3

Wow. This is such a sad, yet uplifting post.

A similar thing happened in my family earlier this year and late last year.

The family dog, Lucas (lived at my uncle's house, but had been with everyone at one point), had suddenly started limping and yelping every time he would walk and especially when going up the step into the house. We took him to the vet and they said he had severe arthritis. They gave us the medications to give him for a couple of months. However, the family decided that we could not see him in pain anymore. He loved running around and it was just devastating seeing him struggle to even get up to greet up. But, through it all he was always wagging his tail. My father decided one Saturday in October to take him to the vet to be put down, it was sudden because he knew how much dragging on the process would affect the family (my grandmother is susceptible to a heart attack when stressed, and she loved the dog). So, it was like ripping off a bandaid. But, I was able to get one last picture of Lucas as he went out the door. He looked the camera straight on and smiled. My parents say that he did not complain as the went to the vet and was smiling the entire time they waited. That is what gave me a bit of peace. But, it was still extremely sad to spend that first Christmas and New Year without him.

In February, we lost our other dog, Oso. He was an outside dog and was given to us by family members who couldn't care for him temporarily. He stayed with us for about 5 years of his life. During those 5 years, he was always seen as a scary dog. He was a Chow-Shepherd so he was always very furry and large, and not good with strangers. My family would always take extra precaution going outside because he had growled at them and was possessive with food. But, he never growled at me. Ever. So, I became the only one to actually be able to hug him around the head and I just had a unique bond with this old dog. In February 2014, we got our first boxer puppy, Flaco. Oso had always been with another dog, and it had been years since we had two. Flaco changed everything for Oso. He was no longer a dog that would lie around, and develop callouses on his knees. Flaco became his new brother. As we know, boxers are full of so much energy that can be hard to contain. Oso was like the grumpy old man that had a crazy grandson. Flaco would tug his tail for Oso to play, and they wrestled and Oso was gentle. I like to think Oso was given  more time when Flaco came around. Then, In February of this year, Oso suddenly did not want to get up. He was about ten, which is about the line for the breed combination, so we knew it would happen soon. Within 24 hours, his health was on the floore. So, we gave him a bath, dried him off, and made sure he was comfortable and clean for whatever was to happen. I stayed up with him that night, outside until I had to sleep because I wanted him to feel like someone was there. The next morning, the first thing I did was see if he was still with us, He was. My siblings went to school, said goodbye just in case, but not thinking anything would happen, and my mother went to work. I was on Spring Break, so my father and I decided to take him to the vet and do what Oso needed. I was sitting with Oso's head in my arms and looking into his eyes, and trying to get him to drink water. All I saw was that the time was getting nearer. So, I got up and helped my father as he backed up the car so we could put Oso inside. When we got everything ready, I walked over to Oso, and he was gone. I felt miserable at that instant. If only I had stayed a moment longer, maybe I would have been with him. The worst part was putting his body in the truck and taking him to the shelter, and not being able to hold back the tears as I told the secretary, as the first client of the day: Our dog passed away this morning. She gave me the paperwork, not saying a word. We brought the car around to the back to give the body to the assistant. He came out with a smile, and as soon as he saw what we were there for, lowered his eyes andwas silent. He saw Oso and went back for a larger cart. My father and he lifted Oso's body out of the car and I tried to pet him one last time as the man wheeled him away. It was the most painful thing I had ever experienced in my life.

During the next few weeks I took to the community in Google plus whom I had become connected with whe we got Flaco and I told them everything. They made me realize: dogs know when it's time. After thinking about it, maybe Oso decided to go when he did to protect me from that sad moment. I had said my goodbyes and told him he could go. He went without me so I would have to see his "last breath".

Now, I still cry remembering him and Lucas. They were both huge parts of the family. You are right, we must learn how to live differently. But, knowing that every sign of life is them watching over us. Our babies are family. Some people told me: he was just a dog, why are you so upset? I would say: He was my family. He was my baby. 

ife goes on, and having those experiences changed mine. I have more of an appreciation for those with us still and I know that crying is nothing to be ashamed of. Thank you for your post. Like you said, every experience is unique, and losing two dogs what feels like an instant apart is really hard to get over. 

Love your babies while they are here. Cherish the good moments and learn from the bad. They will always be family, and family is irreplaceable. <3

Posted on Oct. 23, 2015
by Lady Greywhiskers
‎10-24-2015 02:26 AM

Although I have had cats for all my years in this NY apartment, I remember clearly years ago, my neighbor Doug, had a chow retriever mix, named Shannon. Doug was in Central Park's Sheep Meadow and encountered a homeless woman with a dirty, skinny dog on a ragged leash. Sensing he was neglected, he offered the woman $20..and got Shannon home, to the vet, then adopting him. He thrived, and his fur became gorgeous, he gained weight and won hearts throughout the block. Our little cat, Beeper, an apricot Siamese rescue, was his best pal. My building is very small, and so when Doug would leave for work, I'd hear Shan howling up into the airvent. He was saying, "Hey, dudes....can I come visit my bud next door?" We had keys and Doug's blessing, so we'd bring him in. They'd sleep together, and against Shannon's russet colored fur, Beep would snuggle, his cameo fur making such a wonderful contrast, and I coud hear that thunder-purr and Shan's gentle snore. Over the years his arthritis made it impossible for Shannon to get up the stairs any longer, and that, along with other medical issues, helped Doug sadly decide to put him to sleep. I always remember that friendship. Those two wonderful creatures, and the bond they shared! RIP Shan..you too Beeper!

Although I have had cats for all my years in this NY apartment, I remember clearly years ago, my neighbor Doug, had a chow retriever mix, named Shannon. Doug was in Central Park's Sheep Meadow and encountered a homeless woman with a dirty, skinny dog on a ragged leash. Sensing he was neglected, he offered the woman $20..and got Shannon home, to the vet, then adopting him. He thrived, and his fur became gorgeous, he gained weight and won hearts throughout the block. Our little cat, Beeper, an apricot Siamese rescue, was his best pal. My building is very small, and so when Doug would leave for work, I'd hear Shan howling up into the airvent. He was saying, "Hey, dudes....can I come visit my bud next door?" We had keys and Doug's blessing, so we'd bring him in. They'd sleep together, and against Shannon's russet colored fur, Beep would snuggle, his cameo fur making such a wonderful contrast, and I coud hear that thunder-purr and Shan's gentle snore. Over the years his arthritis made it impossible for Shannon to get up the stairs any longer, and that, along with other medical issues, helped Doug sadly decide to put him to sleep. I always remember that friendship. Those two wonderful creatures, and the bond they shared! RIP Shan..you too Beeper!

Posted on Oct. 24, 2015
by Beverly Hofmann
‎10-25-2015 03:21 AM

I lost my precious Husky October 15,2014. His name was Teddy and I called him Ted. I has just barely been a year. I had him for 11 years. His first year of lifehe was my son's dog. He was the best friend, companion, and protector. I miss him dearly.  Besides always crying, I write to him every day. I have the letter on my desk top so all I have to do is click on in to write to him how much he is missed and loved. That has helped more than I even could believe. I just recently adopted a husky mix from the animal shelter. But had to return him 3 days later as he immediately became over protective of me.  He tried to attack a dog walking up the road with his owner and also my landlord's dog.  He did not like anyone getting to close to me including my two year old grandson. So I was not able to keep him.  I haven't as yet looked for another one but I am sure I will.

I lost my precious Husky October 15,2014. His name was Teddy and I called him Ted. I has just barely been a year. I had him for 11 years. His first year of lifehe was my son's dog. He was the best friend, companion, and protector. I miss him dearly.  Besides always crying, I write to him every day. I have the letter on my desk top so all I have to do is click on in to write to him how much he is missed and loved. That has helped more than I even could believe. I just recently adopted a husky mix from the animal shelter. But had to return him 3 days later as he immediately became over protective of me.  He tried to attack a dog walking up the road with his owner and also my landlord's dog.  He did not like anyone getting to close to me including my two year old grandson. So I was not able to keep him.  I haven't as yet looked for another one but I am sure I will.

Posted on Oct. 25, 2015
by Catsmeow
‎10-25-2015 03:41 AM

The below was written by me on my FB page Nov 8, 2014

My heart is so sad this morning, I can barely type this through the tears, my little Rudy passed away a few minutes ago. He and Frankie got up early to be let out to go to the bathroom and Frankie came right back to the back door, but Rudy did not. I went outside because I was worried since he had not come back to the door and saw him laying on the ground. It seems as though it was meant for me to take this beautiful picture of him yesterday. Our days will be less brighter without him and I really don't know what our Frankie will do. They both grew up together. Rudy was born in June 2001 and died November 2014. He was 13 years old.
“Ask the animals, and they will teach you...In God’s hand is the life of every creature, and the breath of all mankind.” (Job 12:7 and10)

The below was written by me on my FB page Nov 8, 2014

My heart is so sad this morning, I can barely type this through the tears, my little Rudy passed away a few minutes ago. He and Frankie got up early to be let out to go to the bathroom and Frankie came right back to the back door, but Rudy did not. I went outside because I was worried since he had not come back to the door and saw him laying on the ground. It seems as though it was meant for me to take this beautiful picture of him yesterday. Our days will be less brighter without him and I really don't know what our Frankie will do. They both grew up together. Rudy was born in June 2001 and died November 2014. He was 13 years old.
“Ask the animals, and they will teach you...In God’s hand is the life of every creature, and the breath of all mankind.” (Job 12:7 and10)

Posted on Oct. 25, 2015
by J Lane
‎10-27-2015 01:33 AM

Oh how the world turns. I picked up my precious boy's ashes October 26, 2015 and as luck would have it, ended up on this website. My tale is 11 years and almost 13 years long. My two boys Prince and Snowball, aka the Westies, were and will forever be the loves of my life. They both took ill at the same time and passed away 1.5 months apart this year...July 10th and August 24th. It makes my heart sing to know that there are so many others in the world who truly love fur kids and would do anything within their power to help them. The unconditional love they provide is invaluable and worth every bit of whatever we can give back. I spent today dropping off thank you notes to the specialists and a few donations as well. I even saw a Westie when I arrived at the vet specialty center..how ironic and surreal at the same time. Each day my heart finds a small piece of itself as I heal if that's even possible. People ask frequently, "are you getting another one" or "I could never endure this pain". I surrender to the fact that the love your fur kid provides when alive is worth the horrific pain you endure at their loss. Peace and healing to one and all. We all will remain committed to that love and again open our hearts and homes to more.

Oh how the world turns. I picked up my precious boy's ashes October 26, 2015 and as luck would have it, ended up on this website. My tale is 11 years and almost 13 years long. My two boys Prince and Snowball, aka the Westies, were and will forever be the loves of my life. They both took ill at the same time and passed away 1.5 months apart this year...July 10th and August 24th. It makes my heart sing to know that there are so many others in the world who truly love fur kids and would do anything within their power to help them. The unconditional love they provide is invaluable and worth every bit of whatever we can give back. I spent today dropping off thank you notes to the specialists and a few donations as well. I even saw a Westie when I arrived at the vet specialty center..how ironic and surreal at the same time. Each day my heart finds a small piece of itself as I heal if that's even possible. People ask frequently, "are you getting another one" or "I could never endure this pain". I surrender to the fact that the love your fur kid provides when alive is worth the horrific pain you endure at their loss. Peace and healing to one and all. We all will remain committed to that love and again open our hearts and homes to more.

Posted on Oct. 27, 2015
by Janet Taylor
‎10-27-2015 03:41 AM

I trully understand how you feel. I recently lost two of my cats within a month of each other. Both to cancer. Losing one was hard enough but two in such a short time was extremely hard. Mariah was 16 & Samantha was 15. Even though we still have 5 other cats there is such a silence & hole without these two. Both kitties were rescues. I can't believe they are gone. They were so much a part of my life & routines & they were my family. We have no children. These pets are my children. We have a new service in our area called Peaceful Pet Passage. A veternarian comes to the home for euthanasia . Both of my cats passed away in their favorite spots in such a kind and peaceful way. So much better than on a cold table in the vets office in a place that they never liked. The veternarian is such a wonderful person. Don't know how she does it. This was the best final act of love for my cats . I will do the same for the rest. Both were cremated by the same service & they even allow you to go the final step & be with them until the end. It's extremely hard buts its the final act of love. Thank you for your story.

I trully understand how you feel. I recently lost two of my cats within a month of each other. Both to cancer. Losing one was hard enough but two in such a short time was extremely hard. Mariah was 16 & Samantha was 15. Even though we still have 5 other cats there is such a silence & hole without these two. Both kitties were rescues. I can't believe they are gone. They were so much a part of my life & routines & they were my family. We have no children. These pets are my children. We have a new service in our area called Peaceful Pet Passage. A veternarian comes to the home for euthanasia . Both of my cats passed away in their favorite spots in such a kind and peaceful way. So much better than on a cold table in the vets office in a place that they never liked. The veternarian is such a wonderful person. Don't know how she does it. This was the best final act of love for my cats . I will do the same for the rest. Both were cremated by the same service & they even allow you to go the final step & be with them until the end. It's extremely hard buts its the final act of love. Thank you for your story.

Posted on Oct. 27, 2015
by Paws
‎10-28-2015 01:14 AM

Wonderful pet stories and I loved sharing one of them about losing pets.  I started a nonprofit organization in  the poorest county in the State of Tennessee where there is no shelter and no place for abandoned dogs and cats to go.  We do rescue and low cost spay and neuter.  It is a wonderful little nonprofit that works hard to provide some rescue and education on the importance of Spaying and neutering!

L Anderson

For the Love of Paws, Inc. 

Wonderful pet stories and I loved sharing one of them about losing pets.  I started a nonprofit organization in  the poorest county in the State of Tennessee where there is no shelter and no place for abandoned dogs and cats to go.  We do rescue and low cost spay and neuter.  It is a wonderful little nonprofit that works hard to provide some rescue and education on the importance of Spaying and neutering!

L Anderson

For the Love of Paws, Inc. 

Posted on Oct. 28, 2015
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From South Carolina to California—Sally the Beagle Finds her Forever Home

By Leah_Pet on Apr. 17, 2017
Lost during the aftermath of Hurricane Matthew, little Sally the Beagle ended up finding her forever family in Santa Rosa, California.