I posted this on ig and was not expecting the amount of support i got there 🥲 since a lot of people liked it im posting here too
Edit: If you wanna check my art account on ig is Laura.arroz, me and my friends were talking about how far this comic got, and that it’s probably Don Juan supporting my art from heaven 😭🩷
She's beautiful. I see you, and hear your pain. There is never enough time with them,ever. Did she have a good friendship with her cat sibling? They look so cute there.
btw, OP, in case you don't hear it enough: You can miss your baby exactly as long as you feel like. How long will I miss those I've loved and lost? Forever. That's how long.
Yep. I lost my beagle back around 2017, and I couldn't imagine adopting another dog right away. Then one day, I was ready. It's a process, and it takes as long as it takes.
I have her right next to me right now. I dont know how long I have her, but I know it wont be long enough.
I used to be one of those people, too. One of those "Buck up, you will get another one!" kind of people.
I just didn't know.
I had no idea the companionship could be so deep. I didn't know she'd look out for me as much as I looked out for her. I didn't know she would wake me if I was getting sick, or wasn't breathing right in my sleep. I didn't know she would detect my moods and deliberately come and comfort me.
and now, I worry if she is sleeping too hard (did she eat something that made her sick and I didn't see?), I worry about what she eats, drinks, I worry about her stress. I worry if she is having bad dreams. I worry if she's bored
I'm supposed to be this big beardy, harry armed man - and yet, I can be totally undone by the health of a pup.
I dont want another dog after this. Sounds petulant but - I want this dog.
I have a long, time - if she stays healthy. I have many more years, I'm sure. But I already dread the day. I dont know how I will deal. Probably not well.
I still think about my bird sometimes, he died nearly 20 years ago. I'm over 40 now, but I spent over 1/4 of my life with that bird.
Now I'm confronting the fact my 11 year old dog won't be around too many more years. It's very sad to think about, but she has made my life, and the life of my family, so much richer. I've known that dog longer than I've known my wife or kids.
I'm so sorry for your loss, it is so hard to lose someone we love. It leaves a hole that is never truly filled, and I think that is a beautiful thing. We love and mourn so deeply because we are all unique, and can never be replaced.
We lost our old man a year and 28 days ago and it still hurts so badly. He was the best dog we've ever known, and the world just feels wrong without him.
I don't remember where I heard it, but somebody told me once that "grief is the price we pay for loving so much." It stuck with me a long time and every time I think of every dog I've ever had, it's the line that comes back to me. Thanks for sharing your sweet silly goober too.
What the heck is up with Good Friday taking our pets away? I lost my dog on the same day a few years ago, and I still get sad about it. We gotta boycott that day or something so more don't fall victim to its curse 😭
Aw, saved this. I’d easily trade a few years at the end of a my life to give my current dog a few more years on earth with me. My dad bred and trained working dogs, I’ve always had dogs and have gotten to know so, so many others, but my current dog is truly a special one.
She is such a joy. The day she leaves us is going to utterly devastate me; she tore herACL recently and I held her at the vet’s while the sedation shot kicked in, and she slowly went limp…a few tears fell during that because it made me think about how, one day, we’ll be repeating this experience, but she won’t be coming home. We celebrate her regularly because we know she won’t be here forever, and we’re lucky to have her now.
No matter how long we get, it will never be long enough♥️
I like the idea of trading years of your life for your pet. I'd do that without hesitation if it was an option. I thought a while ago "if someone offered me a hundred million pounds for my dog I wouldn't take it". I really wouldn't. I don't need anything that badly that I would give her up to anyone.
Man I get the sentiment but I don't feel lucky. I just wish she were back again. Always greeting me when I returned home from work. Always interrupting my home workouts. Always waiting at the door when I went outside for mere minutes, sometimes crying for me to come back. Always here, always fucking here. And now due to complicated circumstances she's not here anymore.
I'm not trying to shit on your image, one guy there said it made him feel better, but I just don't fucking feel lucky. I feel like I have yet another hole in my soul among the ones I've been accumulating for the past 3 decades, and will no doubt continue to accumulate. You don't have to reply to this. I'm sorry I made your comment the target of my distress
It's a bittersweet reality. It's not just about "oh I feel lucky I knew you" but more like "would I trade away my time and memories with you to rid myself of this grief".
And the answer is probably not. Every loss hurts, some to different degrees or duration, but they hurt nonetheless. And in the throes of that hurt it's all the more bitter and the "sweet" aspects feel like they're just gone
The good times and memories won't take away that hurt, hell the better the times the deeper cutting the loss. But that's the price we pay to have had those connections on our journey. But almost always, the pain eventually starts to recede. The sweet starts to get added back to the bitter little by little
It may always hurt to some degree, but it stops being unbearable and becomes that bittersweet memory we can laugh and cry at, fondly reminisce and desperately miss
You're allowed to feel however you feel about losing someone so important to you. Grief is complex and different for everyone and however it shows up for you is perfectly normal and fine. I'm sorry you're dealing with such an enormous loss. It sounds like you loved and were loved very deeply. I do hope some day you're able to heal from this and maybe then you will feel differently but don't let anyone try to rush you into it. Take your time to grieve and honour your beloved pet however you see fit.
I get both sides. We ARE lucky to have had love in our life, and the price we pay for that is grief, but man does that thought NOT make it any better.
I lost my cat to leukemia a year ago, nothing we could do. She was only 9. It was horrible. It got better with time as my routines and habits changed to no longer include her, but that feels bad in an entirely different way. I still keep a little jar of her fur on my desk.
Grief is a complicated and terrible thing.
I really didnt need a morning sob. Thanks you bastards.
I was shocked at the two-week comment. Tell someone who's lost a close relative "it's been two weeks, get over it" and see how that turns out. Some people, I swear.
I moved out of the country for college and was not there when my childhood pup passed away. I dreamt of him every other night for quite some time. RIP Titan. May your bowl be full of sausages.
Some people pretend that pets aren't family because they're not human, and get weirdly personally offended by others grieving for the pets they've lost.
My dog passed just shy of a year and a half ago. I still think about her every day, miss the little things she did, how she acted, the sounds she made. I have her collar in my room and can't see myself ever putting it away. I dream about her often. We still have her spot on the couch set aside, her favourite blanket still draped over it like it always was when she was with us.
We don't cry anymore, but that doesn't make the loss disappear. I don't see how some people can't get that.
The school secretary of a place I used to work at had adopted a puppy, and one day she seemed a bit distraught, sounded as though they might have to put it down due to a health issue. A colleague present comments "aren't there warranties on them anyway?", chuckles and walks away. It was such a callous display it returns to me now, years later.
My mother once told a colleague of hers that her mother (my grandmother) passed away. The colleague went all "Oh I'm sorry for your loss, blah blah" the usual, before asking when she passed away. My mother said "Around christmas." and the colleague went all "Ohhh, since christmas, pfft, alright." as if a mere 3 months are in any way enough time to just 'get over' having lost your last remaining parent.
My dad took me to the last appointment for one of my cats. While he was digging a hole for his little body I cried and cried. After we finished my dad said " ok, he's buried, you can stop crying now"
He means well, but just let me feel these feelings while we bury the cat I've known for 25 years, lived with for 15 years.
I remember going to school, and someone saying “it’s just a pet, get over it” to me the day after I found out they died.
I then proceeded to grab the back of their head and slam it into the wall multiple times. I then got sent to ISS for a day, and to this day I drill down not regret giving that asshat a bloody nose
My best friend lost her mom, people were telling her to get over it about two weeks after. It really messed her up and still does. You never get over the death of a parent and it has been 3 years people still tell her she is dramatic and to get over it when she is just expressing her difficulty. It is so messed up.
I'd say it's a matter of "a" pet and, as you and the post suggest, childhood pets, these are not AN animal, they're siblings, a childhood pet and a child grow up together, that's like THE bond you can have
I've had many pets, and the death of my childhood cat hits different, yeah you may get to learn that death is normal and expected, love while living and shit, but not like that
I had my family dog pass away a few years ago. My mom has always been a super emotional person who cries over everything, so imagine my shock when a week after he passed my mom comes up to me grinning and shows an ad for puppies. The worst part is that some of the pups looked just like the dog we just lost. I immediately started bawling and she honest to god said "I thought you were over it by now." That dog was my best friend! I was the closest to him out of everyone else in my family. I was the one who walked him, trained him, played with him.
I still find myself occasionally crying when I remember the pets I've had in the past. There's no "getting over it". It baffles me how some people don't seem to understand that
Happens a lot. 'It's just a pet'. 'Just get another one'. There are people who never get emotionally invested in a being they deem lower than themselves. The same way you'd replace a broken mug, they replace animals in their lives. They dont see them as individuals, with personalities and quirks, something you/I/we get a lot of support from.
I lost my childhood dog 3 years ago and my ex and I split up around the same time and she unfortunately got the dog that I mainly raised. I still think about them every day.
Almost a year ago my cat got hit by a car and died and I got forced to elaborate on the thing in 2 days because I wasn't allowed to skip my cousin's birthday. I'm still crying over it
I don't think there is a limit on how long you are allowed to grieve for a pet. Most people just see them as that, pets, but for others they were a full member of your family. With my cat, I first got him when I was only 3 years old. And for the next 21 and a half years of my life, he was a constant. Sleeping on my bed, riding on my shoulders, following his routines, the joy of walking into a room and him greeting me.
When he passed away, it was probably the hardest I had grieved so far in my life. I just cried all night.
It took me over a year before considering getting a new cat, once we got a cat, it was then about 6 months of having her until I got over my guilt and feelings of 'its not the same' until I fully fell in love with my new cat. There are still moments I miss him a lot, but I think time is making things easier now
My little guy, my little angel Achilles passed away almost a year ago and I still think about him almost every day. He saved my life multiple times when I was in a very dark spot in my life. He was there for me through multiple moves, a divorce, my dad passing away and so many other events. He was my rock and my reason to not fall into depression.I still miss him every day but its better to have loved and lost then not to have loved at all is how I look at it.
You never stop missing them, you get used to the feeling and that's it.
In the last 5 years I have lost almost everything I had, my parents, 3 cats, a bird and the dog and I think about them, miss them, love them. Now I have 3 cats, 1 dog and a spouse.
We had to put our 15 year old dog down last July, and I still miss her. I catch myself using my phone's screen to light my way to bed and occasionally look in her corner, expecting her to be there. My previous dog has been gone for 20 years now, and she was 9 when she passed, cancer can suck a bag of dicks, and I still think of her from time to time.
Sending you love 🩷 I lost my dad, my dog, my mum and my brother in that order between 2017 and 2020 so I feel you. I’ve got a dog and a partner now, and it does get easier but you’re right, you don’t stop missing them you just get more used to them not being here.
We lost one of our dogs several years ago. He was a family member. I still tear up whenever I think about him or when I see a similar dog. I'm tearing up right now.
The more time you spend with them, the more it hurts. But I've resigned myself to the thought that we outlive them. So as long as they get to live a long and happy life, in the end I'll accept it and be happy that it happened.
Many years ago we lost a cat who was just two years old. She just faded away. Thyroid issues that the doctors could do nothing about at the time. That scarred us because we loved her and she was amazing and went so quickly before she even got to be an adult. And two years ago we lost another cat who was twelve. It's not little, but also not as long as she could've been around.
So I hope our remaining cat will live as long as possible. We'll miss her dearly, but if it's old age that gets her instead of cancer, then we'll be happy and accept it, even as we grieve and miss her chonkness waddling around the house.
There is no time limit to grief. But also be happy they stick around for as long as they do.
My mom told me, when I cried a lot over my cat(she was twenty-three when she died) that it was okay, I’d known her for eighteen years. That’s longer than most of us know other humans.
"What is grief if not love persevering?" (still can't believe that's from the MCU) but it is true. We lost our buddy 4 years ago, have a new dog in the family but my wife and I still have moments talking about PDR (poor dead Rocco) and how awesome of a dog he was. It never ends and I'm glad of it. Pets are great and I love to remember that we're helping them have a good life.
It's been a year and a half since my girl Molly got to rest forever. There are still days the joy of loving her and the pain of loss make me cry. Don't ever let someone else tell you how to miss you pup!
sorry for your loss. next month is gonna be 1 year since my best friend is resting in peace. teared up seeing the comic, and i always tear up going deep in the gallery.
Just dropped 2 grand on the pup I never asked for. Is there a reason you had to make me cry before I go to orientation for a new job? I hope our pups meet in heaven someday- just not anytime soon. I am sorry for your loss.
Keep your head up. When you need to do something and can't do it for yourself, do it for the dog. My heart goes out to you. Losing a loved one is rough.
And this is why the plot to John Wick makes so much sense. The love of a dog does not go away. And when people underestimate it, they will be surprised at the response. I would absolutely lose my mind if someone said that to me.
The thing with grieve is, it doesn't really ever go away. At some point it will stop dominating your thoughts. But thinking back to the bad event will always hurt. And that's ok.
Lost my dog pretty recently too. It sucks. Now I have another one. It helped a lot but they’re different things. I still miss my old buddy. I think I always will. I still miss the dog I had when I was 7. But now I can bury my face in my new friend’s fur when that feeling hits.
I remember every pet I've had and lost (yes even you, Chunky the hamster, and your five children that you ate days after giving birth you nasty rodent). It's okay to stay sad for as long as you need, the hurt never goes away fully, but as it fades it will be eclipsed by the joy of your memories.
The price we pay for loving our pets is outliving them. It’s a beautiful and terrible burden. I’m sorry for your loss. Grieve as long as you need for your irreplaceable companion ❤️
Just this side of Heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. The bright eyes are intent. The eager body quivers. Suddenly they begin to run from the group, flying over the green grass, their legs carrying them faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
You never stop mourning them. I lost my elder cat Chloe 2 years ago, and it ruined me. I don't remember most of 2024, I was in some kind of fugue state. I let the world pass me by and the fact that I still had her younger brother Kaden was the only thing that kept me moving most days, and the only reason I didn't curl up and die. I'm alive because of my cats, there's not a part of me that doubts that. It took almost the full two years before I felt right enough to consider adopting new kittens, where they wouldn't just be replacements for Chloe. Everyone is on their own timeline, and you'll know when it's right to find a new stinky buddy.
People can't always understand the magnitude of a person's love for their pet. They become extensions of us. When they're gone, a piece of us goes with them. I've had many pets in my life, and none lived as long as they should've (forever). This comic reminds me of my dog Mushu. On May 11, it'll be one year since his passing. We had him for about 4 years but we had known him since he was a puppy. He was my sister's dog, and for a while, he was the light of her life. But when she got a boyfriend and had a child, she couldn't take care of Mushu anymore. Unbeknownst to us, her boyfriend was neglectful of Mushu. When we got him, he had severe arthritis, his teeth were not healthy, and his vision was going. We promised we would give him a good life, and that's exactly what we did. He lived a life of luxury. He had a plush bed, a constant supply of clean water, a warm coat for winter, healthy food, and lots of love and affection as I carried him wherever he needed to go. He loved to sit beside me on the couch or lie in the sun. He loved us very much in return.
One night, my mother and I were taking him and my other dog Duke to use the bathroom outside when a masked intruder attempted to open our gate. We were terrified. I tried to get us all inside, but my mother and Mushu were near the gate. Mushu barked louder than I've ever heard him bark and continued to do so. The intruder took off, presumably due to the noise. Mushu saved our lives!
He ended up having a brain tumor and subsequent seizures. We had him on medication for his seizures, which worked for a while until they started up again. He had a lengthy seizure one night that he didn't recover from. His body shut down in a few hours until he was barely breathing. I kissed his nose, told him I loved him, and that I was sorry I couldn't save him. My mother held him as he was put to sleep.
It still doesn't feel real. He became a constant presence in my life, and I don't know how to go on without him. I still call his name and look for his spirit in the grass on warm days. I like to think that's where he is. I just can't see him. Rest in peace, my little hero. Hopefully, I'll see you soon. 💔
I appreciate when people tells me stuff like "it's just a cat" (in my case) because it makes it easier for me to know what people are absolutely not worth keeping around.
He’s hanging out with my babies up there now. Sorry for your loss, it’s hard to explain to people the kind of relationship you can have with dogs. I don’t really know how to respond to someone when they ask “are you gonna get another one?” The is no “another” Ozma or Olive, they each had their own personalities and they can’t be replaced just like that. They were with us for about 17 years. Ozma left us about 2 years ago and Olive just this last Veterans Day. I’m forever grateful for them choosing to spend all their time with us.
just for conformation, i LOST my dog like 1 and a half months ago and when ever stuff like this pop up i read it and then cry, i still miss my pitbull, name was kai, i'm crying while writing this, sorry for babbling about myself
anyways, sorry for your loss, god rest your little furballs life.
There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and women to fill our day; And when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we always arrange for more? Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy Love unflinching that cannot lie – Perfect passion and worship fed By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head. Nevertheless it is hardly fair To risk your heart for a dog to tear.
When the fourteen years which Nature permits Are closing in asthma, or tumor, or fits, And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs To lethal chambers or loaded guns, Then you will find – it’s your own affair – But … you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will, With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!); When the spirit that answered your every mood Is gone – wherever it goes – for good, You will discover how much you care, And will give you heart to a dog to tear.
This quote always spoke to me about grief. But especially pet grief. Because others can sometimes be insensitive and think you should've moved on from a pet death so quickly.
"Grief is not just an emotion—it’s an unraveling, a space where something once lived but is now gone. It carves through you, leaving a hollow ache where love once resided. In the beginning, it feels unbearable, like a wound that will never close. But over time, the raw edges begin to mend. The pain softens, but the imprint remains—a quiet reminder of what once was. The truth is, you never truly "move on." You move with it. The love you had does not disappear; it transforms. It lingers in the echoes of laughter, in the warmth of old memories, in the silent moments where you still reach for what is no longer there. And that’s okay. Grief is not a burden to be hidden. It is not a weakness to be ashamed of. It is the deepest proof that love existed, that something beautiful once touched your life. So let yourself feel it. Let yourself mourn. Let yourself remember. There is no timeline, no “right” way to grieve. Some days will be heavy, and some will feel lighter. Some moments will bring unexpected waves of sadness, while others will fill you with gratitude for the love you were lucky enough to experience. Honor your grief, for it is sacred. It is a testament to the depth of your heart. And in time, through the pain, you will find healing—not because you have forgotten, but because you have learned how to carry both love and loss together."
Argh why’d you have to make me cry?! There is no limit to grieving. My boy Chandler passed a year and a half ago and I still cry when I think about him sometimes, but it’s mostly smiling at fond memories now. I sobbed non stop for weeks. I don’t think I could say his name without crying for at least 2 months. We had a foster that had passed years earlier and my husband said hugging our boy had helped get through that. He wanted another dog right away, but I needed time. We got a new puppy after 6 months. It still felt early for me, but it has been good to have a dog to snuggle again. He inherited most of Chandler’s stuff and it makes us feel good to have that connection. Our current dog is 9lb and Chan was 15lb so we had to donate most of his old clothes, but I’m happy to know shelter dogs are wearing them too. Sorry for the long ramble but just to say you heal in your own time.
Losing your dog is among the worst things in this life.
The day my berner died, it was like a lightning bolt of grief and pain. Went home, played opera music and drank whiskey.
I still have a little box with his collars from puppy to adult, snipped off piece of his fur wrapped in a bow, it still smells like him. And still feel the stab of "I miss him".
He died in 2001. You don't get "over it". You learn to live with it.
I have a burning hatred for people who dismiss your pain by saying "it's just a dog / cat / whatever". Pain is pain. Doesn't matter who you lost. I'm 48 and I still feel sad when I think about my first cat, who was basically my second mother from age 5 to 22.
That's like my wife. We lost her dog back in February and she's still upset about it. She feels like there's someone supposed to be there with her on the couch.
Don’t let anyone tell you how long you can be sad for. You spend more time with your animals than you do most (maybe all) member(s) of your family. That’s an extremely intimate relationship, and you are allowed to be sad for a LONG time if needed.
It's okay to be sad for as long as you want. I'm still sad about my own puppers that passed years ago. But I make new friends with new puppers, and I think your sweet little potato would want you to make a new friend too.
I lost my dog back in November, it’s really hard to go through. He was my main mental support person to me, and whenever I had a bad day, I would just hug him. It’s still hard all these months later, but just know that our pups are very happy up in doggy heaven, probably chasing squirrels! You had the best potato, OP, I’m sorry for your loss.
I had to let my boy go 4 weeks ago. Thanks for this. You are heard and don’t let anyone tell you that your little potato was „just a dog“. He was family and I’m sure he knew that ❤️
Beautiful artwork and a wonderful memorial. Grief is hard and everyone does it differently. Don’t let anyone tell you you’re doing it wrong.
And in case you’ve never heard it, you reminded me of a song: Little Potato by Metamora which is about a human child but our love for our four-legged children isn’t so different.
I know this advice won't help everyone, but maybe look into Dios de los Muertos, a Mexican holiday about celebrating the Dead. I've lost all 3 of my brothers and several pets, but telling their stories, giving them their favorite food and drink through the campfire, singing our favorite songs, and having a dedicated day every year to cry.
It's November 1st and 2nd, and of becoming popular to also celebrate on Halloween (in America)
Don't forget to grieve, but this holiday may help you in the long term. Good luck OP
"It's just a dog/cat/pet" should be recognised as the damned fighting words they are. Of all the heartless, shameless, senseless, awful things to say, and people still so often say it like it's nothing
What a beautifully sad and moving memorial to your very goodest boy. Been down that road more than a few times. Your heart has lost some of its emotional reserve as you mourn. You have to incorporated Don Juan in a new way now. I have s canvas briefcase I have attached each of my dog loves' name tags. They are with me everyday and I remember something funny about each pup when I see their tag. Betsy, Choloe, Elly and my cats Trigger and Max. They all brought me such joy and they were deeply appreciated and loved in the moments. You had the privelidge of being Don Juan's caregive and purpose in his life, as it was meant to be. Be present to your grief, it will come and go and there is no time frame, its individual.
The cost of a good dog is a broken heart. Clearly, Don Juan was a very good dog. I’m so sorry he is gone.
We lost our little guy back in December, so I am no stranger to this grief. You get used to a new normal, but you will always want your cute, stinky dog back.
Maybe our little guys are playing together up in doggy heaven!
"How long am i allowed to he sad about it" As Long as You Want!
People without pets wont understand that they are family members, just like their kids, partners, and parents. When your long-time animal leaves you does it not leave a them shaped hole in your heart?
I love your artwork; however, my heart was not prepared to witness the actual visual floofiness that is Don Juan. 🥹 A living being is not something that you replace; you grieve them and appreciate the time that you spent together. Even if you got another dog, they would never be Don Juan; they would be who they are. I’m sorry that your fluffy, one-eyed potato is gone. 😢 🤗
We had to put our pug down 1.5 weeks ago. Had her since I was 18. She was my souldog, I miss her so much. This comic really hit home. Thank you for posting.
But I knew that having you around Would have to end someday And even though that sucks I wouldn't have it any other way I learned from you about myself And even though I knew all along Nothing lasts forever You will live forever in this song
Grieve as long as you need, and then more after that. They’re our babies and best friends. My old golden tater Max passed away four years ago and I still miss him and his grumbly but wiggle dance when he’d wake up.
No look ok some of us just connect really strongly with our animal friends. Some of us find animal soul mates ok. My grumpy old man cat has been through so much with me. We are attached at the hip. When he passes I’ll be grieving a best friend (of hopefully close to two decades at least). Grieving is normal. How do you just “get over” such a close friend by your side every day and night like that?? 🫂 He can’t be replaced but maybe one day you will find another buddy you bond too again. It’ll be a different buddy not a replacement but a new friend. ❤️🩹💞
We had to put my dog Drake down yesterday. He had 10 good years and he's not in pain anymore, but I'm not going to be ok for a good long while. I hope the pain is short lived and the good memories overcome everything else. 🩵🩵🩵?
My previous cat got sick and passed away not long after my dad, the timing hit me hard and it was really painful. Even more I year up describing some of his last days: near the end, he came to my room to spend more time with me. Maybe he just needed comfort, but a part of me believes he was trying to comfort me, and could tell how upset I was. I had adopted him as a kitten.
It took awhile, but we rescued another cat, and he's wonderful. He's extremely social and loves people, and lately he's built a routing of going to bed with me, laying across my legs all night. Specifically, he needs the comfort of laying against me: if I shift my legs away, he'll get up and flump himself snug against me. It's been a huge comfort every morning, and as much as I love him, I brace myself for the day it'll happen again
Ugh, I just had a dream the other night about my beloved Stormy and Punk. I lost Stormy over 6 years ago, and in the dream she ran and jumped into my arms so hard it knocked me over. I even remember the tone in my voice of how excited I was to see her. It has both kept me so incredibly happy to have even had another moment in dream land and also so incredibly sad that I can't have it in real life anymore. Punk was very her in that she had gotten out and found a random human and was hanging out and I walked her back home by the collar (very fitting for her that she'd try and go home with someone else after running off/getting lost).
I don't honestly think you ever get unsad over the loss of anyone, including pets. In my opinion, pets hurt so much because they share so so much of your life with you, and you theirs. My Paisley (cat) passed not long ago and I don't exactly know how I'm functioning. She was very attached to me and I, her. She would game with me at night and now gaming is just kind of.. Dull.
Bleh. Crying now lol wonderful comic, tho. May Potato find Storm and Punk and be led to fields full of their favorite toys and warm, comfy beds until we meet them again. Paisley hated dogs (Except Punk. She tolerated her), so I'd warn Potato to steer clear lol rest in peace lil potato
When my Ebby girl passed, i was sad for a long time.
She used to be scared of fireworks, so id hide with her whenever they were on, and it totally changed my experience of firework-related holidays. For over a year after she passed, i couldnt hear fireworks without breaking down in tears.
Theyre our family and best friends! We love them. Its okay to be sad for a very long time.
I lost my 13 year old cat I've had since he was a baby in December. I'm still grieving him. Grief doesn't have a time limit, and screw anyone who says it should be lesser because it's an animal. I had that cat for a third of my life.
Don Juan lives with us forever. Each person carries a little bit of him, or Rocky or Pepper or Smoker, and they all share the love they got with others.
Don Juan is never gone, but life without a dog sucks so get a dog.
My baby died last week and it made me so sad. Layla was the best doggie ever and she lived a long life. A bit sad in the end (she was sick), but I hope she is resting in Valhalla, running around with Freki and Geri.
You can’t do this to me, my dog died yesterday (she’s been with me since I was in 3rd grade and I’m about to graduate college) and I’m still a little numb from it all
I still think of my fur babies that I lost years ago, and I still think of the fur baby I lost at the beginning of this year. Honestly, it's like people. You mourn them rhe rest of your life, but you never forget. It gets easier as time goes on because the memories help. Then you get a new fur baby, if you want, and repeat the cycle over and over again. The memories and joy I worth the loss.
I lost my kitty in 2021, I seriously cannot entertain the thought of a new cat still. Please take all the time you need to grieve over your lost family member.
One of the worst things about grief is the overwhelming amount of people that just don't get it. You don't just "get over" losing someone you love (even furry ones). People expect you to just move on as of it's so easy, to wake up one day and decide you're over it, that you can easily replace an irreplaceable piece of yourself that was lost.
It's maddening.
A tuxedo cat was my best friend for a decade. Huge personality, was always there with me through thick and thin. I've lost a lot of people in my life, but it's been three years since I lost that cat and I still think about him every day. His loss stings more than most people I've lost.
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u/OH-OHH-GOD Apr 20 '26 •
Don't make me cry in the morning 😭