Snippie was my 15 year old Jack Russel. She was the runt of the litter but always had the sweetest eyes.

We've lost 5 dogs in the last three years (the downside of getting dogs around similar ages). She was the sixth.

Her mother was my childhood dog and passed away May 2nd 2023. Heart failure.

Snippie has been on heart medication for 3 x months now. She has good days and not so good days, but nothing to be concerned about.

This morning I woke up and saw my parents were in their room with their lights on. This was odd as they usually slept in pretty late.

I went inside and asked what was going on and they told me Snippie isn't doing well.

It was 5:30 in the morning, they've been awake since 04:00, trying to reach emergency vets. No answer.

At 06:30 we finally got through to one. I just put on shoes, didn't even put on a bra. Met my dad outside and rushed her to the vet.

At this point she was far into heart failure and we just wanted to give her a painless goodbye.

That didn't happen.

As we drove she obviously just got worse and finally when we reached the vet and waited for them to open.

While she was in my arms her body contracted, she looked up, and her head softly fell down. I knew it then... She was gone.

My parents blame themselves for not take her to the vet the previous day, but I told them there was no way we could've known. She was just having a regular off day as some older dogs do.

She gave no early warning signs of distress. And when she started showing signs it was already progressing rapidly.

We had to euthanize dogs, 4 of them I was present and held them. But seeing her go like this was... different.

Every time I close my eyes I see that last look on her face. I am so so sad.

We just had to very unexpectedly put our German shepherd down tonight. Came home from lunch 100% fine. Come home from work, he hadn’t moved from the spot I left him in. Didn’t get up to bark when I opened the garage door.

Walk inside and he was lethargic. His stomach was swollen.

Take him to the emergency vet. They get him right back and within 10 minutes they told me the ultrasound showed a mass in his stomach ruptured. He was bleeding internally.

They said they could do emergency surgery but if he survived that he might live 3-5 months.

We had to make the hardest decision to put Kai down tonight. Totally caught off guard and unexpectedly.

They said there was no way to know he had that mass growing inside him through normal yearly check ups.

He was about 8 1/2 years old born on Valentine’s Day

He was the best boi up until the end.

She was only 7 and it happened so suddenly. Sena (my husky) had pyometra 9 days ago and had to get spayed. The operation went well, she was lively and everything seemed fine.

Until Thursday night. Me, my brother and our girlfriends were downstairs playing cards, Sena jumped on the couch next to me and was being super affectionate. As we were playing she placed her head on my shoulder. I was so engrossed in our game I thought nothing of it. But she never does that, that was the first sign.

Into our game I lean forward and her head slips off my shoulder behind my back. I replay that moment so many times it breaks my heart. After about 5 minutes she lets out a cry. We all turn. We can see she’s in pain as she slowly collapses. I panic and so does everyone. My instincts are running wild “check her pulse, do cpr, put her on the floor” I pick her up and tell my brother to start the car. In my panic I thought if I get her to the emergency vets (it’s 9pm) things will be fine.

As I approach the car Sena urinates on me so I place her in the boot. I see she’s not breathing I think to myself “do CPR” but I convinced myself if I get her to the vets quick enough she will be fine. My brother gives me the keys and my girlfriend is already in the back waiting. I just take off without a second thought. A minute into the drive I think to myself “why the fuck have I put my dog in the boot” I pull over take her out and give her to my girlfriend in the back as tell her to do her best and provide CPR.

In the end it took around 10 minutes to reach the vets. I was too late she had already died and they couldn’t revive her despite their efforts.

I replay and replay events in my head so much it makes my heart ache. Why didn’t my brother drive, why didn’t I try CPR, why why why. The vets suggest a post-mortem examination to determine what caused her death but I wanted to bury her body in my garden but that wouldn’t be an option if she got an exam.

I spent a day thinking on it while I left her body at the vets and I couldn’t bare the idea of waiting 1-2 weeks for results that wouldn’t change the fact she’s dead. The decision gave me comfort. I took her body home from the vets and toiled away digging her grave with my brother. It was so painful seeing her cold lifeless body in our garden but that garden was filled with so many memories and it was where she grew up.

I’m happy about choosing to bury her as I feel some closure but I’ll never get the answers as to why.

I can’t think, my head hurts, I’m in agony and I want nothing more than to see her again and be with her. I have so much support around me but my emotions are so overwhelmed that I want to sleep and never wake up again. I miss her so much. I knew this day would come but not like this. I’m crying writing this but I needed to let it out, it gives me comfort knowing I’m not alone in the way I feel and people all around the world feel the way I do. But it’s not easy. It’s excruciating. I blame myself. I blame the world. I love you Sena. My wonderful companion. I will see you again.

This is Sebastian Prince (SP). I don’t know how old he is.

He’s a stray dog that started hanging out recently in the warehouse I work in. He already had that skin condition when I started working here a few months ago. I feed him on Mondays to Saturdays during my lunch break, together with his dog best friend RC. Over the weeks, his fur started to improve and his wounds and sores started to heal.

Just this past weekend, he showed signs of decreased appetite and moved a little bit slower than usual. I continued feeding him until yesterday when he wouldn’t even touch his food. I contacted local animal shelters in my city but nobody was willing or able to rescue him. So I posted his photo on Facebook, just in case someone was able to rescue him or refer the case to someone who can help him.

When I arrived at work this morning, I saw that his breathing was labored. I gave him water and urgently tried to contact more local shelters but nobody was replying to my messages. During my lunch break, I stayed with him and, eventually, witnessed his dying breath.

I asked the security on duty to help me bury him. I bought a shovel and used the picnic quilt that I keep in my car to wrap SP in. RC was present during the impromptu burial and sniffed the surrounding areas. I quietly said my goodbyes, took some photos, and went back to work but not before giving RC his lunch, including SP’s share.

Time of SP’s Death: 2:26PM, September 16, 2026

I feel like even though he was in pain he stayed strong for me. Giving me his goofy "smiles" and staring at me.

He was such a fighter! Three months with aggressive lymphoma!

He was still happy and active, so decided to give him the best 3 three months ever!

Decided that once he had more bad days than good ones, then we'll Euthanize...

But he just kept going!

But the day after I took these pictures he declined RAPIDLY. He couldn't even walk. He didn't eat. Didn't potty. Relentless panting... Just full organ shut down. I booked to Euthanize him asap and was booked the next morning...

But he just got worse, I kept him home. In my bed and just loved him and loved him and loved him...

Eventually I thought he was stablising, so I was sitting on the bed with him, and for the first time that entire day he tried to stand up, he looked at me. He tried his best to come to me. My poor boy. He crawled his way to me and when I saw what he was trying to do, I went to him and he collapsed on my lap.

He hyperventilated for a little, then it just stopped suddenly. I couldn't feel his breath.

I shouted his name as he started agonal breathing... Then comepletely still.

I knew it was over. He was gone...

I miss you, you were such a good boy.

Sorry for the long post. I needed to let it out and talk about it... I feel like no one really understands or even gives a fuxk.

This morning, my guinea pig, Renly, passed away peacefully at home. The last sounds he heard were my voice, telling him I loved him and thanking him for the 6.5 wonderful years we shared together.

We adopted Renly and his companion Loras immediately after the Covid shutdown began in 2020. We didn't know anything about guinea pigs! The learning curve was steep but full of joy and discovery. Loras passed away in 2024, and at that time, we thought Renly was already 7 or 8, so we opted not to disrupt the end of his life with efforts to bond to a new guinea pig. Well, here we are 2.5 years later. We are so fortunate to have gotten those extra years with him. Renly and Loras are reunited now across the rainbow bridge, and that gives me comfort.

Renly was such an active, inquisitive guinea pig. He loved spring mix, he loved those little puffs on the end of timothy hay, and he loved his grass rings. He loved his floor time, and he loved to sit next to me. He was doing great right up until yesterday. I'm grateful that he didn't suffer for long at all.

The guinea pig subreddit, and wider pet subreddits, have been a source of great community for me. I love seeing everyone's little piggies, and I mourn with them when they lose them. I've learned so much, too. And now it's my turn to share my grief. To all who read this, thank you for taking the time. Hug your guinea pigs extra tenderly today. Renly would love that.

From the beginning to the end, the best boy ever. Born and left for dead in an alley in South LA, taken to an underfunded shelter doing its best with his sister, they named him Clyde, she was Bonnie.

I had just gone through a breakup and was feeling down. I had no intention of adopting a dog, I had a small apartment and a very busy job … and not a lot of money. I just wanted to go see and pet the pups and commiserate.

I went to the under 6 months room and there was one little guy in there, all alone. Facing the back of his cage, no curiosity about me or anything else going on…Clyde. Immediately I knew I had found my twin and there was no stopping it. As is standard, they took us to the back to see how we did. Neither of us cared too much about the other, at least not outwardly…. But when they tried to take him back in, both Clyde and I resisted, subtly, in our way. We wanted to hang a little longer. It was fate.

$160, a neuter appt, and some signatures later and Clyde and I were on our way…but, it made me sad that Bonnie had gone off without him. So, he became Pippen. If I was Michael Jordan, well this was my Scottie Pippen.

We went through so much together. He broke a leg before turning a year old, we had 3 major life altering relationships…all of which, he ultimately approved & he was the center of. All these years later, two of his 3 moms FaceTimed him before his passing to say goodbye. They loved him.

He watched my career soar… and then crash. He saw COVID come, he saw me descend into addiction, he and I both turned gray. One day, we looked at each other and it was clear , he wasn’t Pippen any longer, he wasn’t my wingman - not in my degenerate state. He was now Richard.

And, wow, did Richard really come into his own! He saved my life and helped get me clean.

For so long, we were twins. Both nervous, both funny, both clever, both rascals… we still are. Richard taught me (and showed me) how to love unconditionally, sit without judgment, have boundaries, stay present through pain, and find hope in the little things.

Thank you to everyone in this community for the beautiful outpouring you all show each other (we all show each other, if you’ll have me). I had no idea how I was going to survive or cope with losing Richard - and this community showed up right on time and has been so kind.

RIP CLYDE
RIP PIPPEN
RICHARD FOREVER

🌈♥️🫂💔

And gone not even an hour later.. my soul dog. i will miss you as long as i breathe.
♥️

My foster kitten, Remy. He lived a full 16 days, and was a tiny badass. He survived a dog attack (took his family), eye infection, neonate ophthalmia, diarrhea, constipation, organ failure, and many more. He fought so hard, but sepsis took him from me. It pains me to think that no one even knew he ever existed. Can someone remember him? He EXISTED. I need this. Thank you!

My snorkie, Cassidy crossed the rainbow bridge on Thursday. She was 14 and had chronic pancreatitis, a grade 5 heart murmur, a mass on her liver and the beginnings of renal failure starting in March. My vet didn't think she would live 2 weeks. But, she had more good days than bad until this week. On Wednesday, she was so shaky and she hadn't eaten in 2 days. She threw up her pain meds. I couldn't bear watching her so my sister and I took her in Thursday to be euthanized. Cassidy has been my everything. I was a travel nurse. She traveled all over the South and east coast with me for 5 1/2 years. She was wonderful. Rarely barked, but could carry on an entire conversation in "gerbil" language! She loved people and even stood on my balcony to say goodbye to her friends. I haven't been out of my apartment since. I am devastated. I feel like I'm grieving her like I grieved my husband.

She passed away peacefully on the morning of Saturday May 16th. We rescued her from a kennel when she was 4 years old and she gave us 14 incredible years after that. One last trip to the beach and a whole McDonald’s meal just for herself. She had a fantastic last day surrounded by her favourite people.

It’s the first time I’ve lost a pet as an adult. I just feel numb, I don’t think it’s fully set in that I’ll never see her again for the rest of my time on earth. I hope she’s up there running free and having fun with everyone else’s lost and loved pets. RIP angel, I’ll see you again when it’s my time to go.

This is cricket…Ive had her for 18 years. She was “the” cat for me and I loved her. She loved me, anytime I was sad or upset she came to me and we would cuddle.

She was old and lately was getting a bit skinny but she hid it well until…she disappeared. For her entire life she’s been an inside cat and there was no good excuse why she would leave unless..it was her time.

I had the garage open for days, throughout the night. I slepped downstairs in hopes of awaking to find her with me…alas…she hasn’t returned. Finally it rained a cold freezing rain and I just broke. There wasn’t any excuses or pleading to do…she chose to end things on her terms and I feel like I lost a part of myself. She was “my” cat, the soul bonded one who loved me throughout the multiple loses over the past months…and losing her has…broken me

Hey everyone. I wanted to share a memorial for our beloved Watson. He went over the rainbow bridge today. A year ago our other dog Zelda experienced sudden kidney failure and we had to make the hard call for her. Since then he had not been himself without her. Doggy dimensia set in hard and he was in a lot of pain and on tons of meds. So we finally made the call. We had wonderful in-home final care and said goodbye. Our home is so much less without him already. But, for a miniature dachshund he had quite the life. He went on many lengthy hikes. Saw the top of Mount Elden and Devil's Bridge. Chased all the grasshoppers every year, and smelled every flower he passed. He loved popcorn and sleeping in the summer sun. And may it always be know that he really was the most bestest boi. We love you Watson. Goodbye, and say hi to Zelda for us. We miss you both dearly.

UPDATE: Thank you all so much for your condolences and sweet words for our wonderful Watson and for all those who gave recognition to our dearly missed Zelda as well. I promised myself I would make sure to at least say thank you to each and every reply. And I am still trying to get to that. It will take a while but it's still my plan. If I miss anyone, I apologize in advance. But know that opening my reddit every day to see so many notifications about people mourning or celebrating Watson is so heart warming. Again, thank you all.

We lost our lil Feisty, loving , mama bear Caramel this Morning. She was battling cancer for the last few months. I feel i could have done more for her, but I'm trying my best to not focus on that part. She was rescued at 6 YO and give us all the love she can for the remaining 6. She will be joining her other brothers and sisters Brody , Juggy , Cannoli, Palmer, Dublin Toby and Mikey who have we have rescued over the years. I just hope she knows how much she was loved. I'm sorry for not doing more. I cant stop beating myself up over this.

My baby boy nephew. 3 months without that sweet smile 🤍

My little Sadie girl died in my arms Saturday afternoon from heart failure. She would have been 17 years old this October. We woke up Saturday morning and everything was as it always is - we ate breakfast, went for a walk, and by the time we got home she was in distress, breathing fast and panicking. I immediately rushed her to the vet and within minutes I was told there was nothing they could do. They sedated her to calm her breathing, wrapped her in a blanket, told me I could sit with her as long as I needed and left me with a bell to ring when I was ready. “Ready? I’ll never be”, I thought to myself. As if I could just stay in that room with her for eternity, never having to make that awful decision.

This scene was all too familiar and surreal. I’d just been there 8 months prior when we lost our other dog, Zoey (German Shepherd in the pics), this last October. They’d been together and with me since they were puppies. Losing Zoey was devastating and Sadie hadn’t been the same since. She became more clingy and would beg to be in my lap more often. I didn’t mind though, as it became our nightly routine and something I genuinely looked forward to after a long day at work. Always curling up in my lap for long stretches, or at my feet while I ate just hoping to catch the random crumb from my plate, and always pressed against my side every night in bed for nearly 17 long years.

Sadie meant so much more to me than just a pet. I’ve felt alone my entire life and struggled to make lasting connections due to childhood trauma. She was my emotional support, she was my family. Coming home to her every evening was my therapy. She was there for all the highs and lows of my life - marriage, birth of my son, cross-country move, my divorce, the death of my father… all of it. She was my constant.

I’d been quietly preparing myself for this moment. I knew her health was declining and she was slowing down with every passing year, but now that time was here and all I could do was bury my face in her fur and sob uncontrollably. I replayed all our memories in my head while begging and pleading with her not to leave me alone in this world. But as I sat there alone with her in my arms, she looked up at me and I saw her white face that was once a vibrant brown, her cloudy eyes she could no longer see from, her bony spine now a prominent ridge down her back, and the raspiness of her labored breathing that cut through the silence of the room. She was tired. Exhausted. Suffering. She’d put in her time. She gave and gave to me unconditionally her entire life and was now looking to me for help. How could I be so selfish? How could I possibly beg her to give me another month, another week, or even one more day? So I did it, I helped her. I gave her one final kiss on the head, rang that stupid bell, and I helped her.

I’m truly grateful to have been gifted so much time with her and Zoey both. I know I’m lucky that they both lived good, long lives. But that does nothing to quell the emptiness I’m now left with. I keep thinking I’ll hear her nails on the hardwood floor or her pawing my leg to be let up into my lap. Idk. I feel like such a wiener for being this emotional over the death of a pet, but I’m fucking heartbroken.

I don’t really know what I want from posting this to my feed. I don’t even know if anyone will read it. Maybe just for another human to read it and relate. Either way, it felt good to get this out of my head and pour it out here. Thanks for reading :)

Today, Pucki packed his little suitcase and crossed the rainbowbridge. Pucki came to us in late October 2012 and spent nearly 14 wonderful years with us. Sadly, he didn't quite make it to his 17th birthday on September 30th.
At first, Pucki was a very, very fearful dog. We soon learned why: he had been shot, and an air rifle pellet was lodged in his cervical spine. After the surgery, he was a completely different dog—playful and cuddly. However, he never truly trusted other dogs, except for his one real canine friend: Aziza, our Rhodesian Ridgeback at the time.
Pucki went grey early on; his heart had been weak for some time, and his eyesight and hearing were failing. The once-rapid wagging of his docked tail grew slower and slower until it eventually stopped almost completely. He also became increasingly thin. Yet he never gave up, and flashes of the old Pucki would still shine through now and then.
Three weeks ago, a moment of carelessness led to Pucki breaking a hind paw. It quickly became apparent that the bandage didn't agree with him; he couldn't—or wouldn't—walk with it on. In those final days, we could see his will to live fading away. He even lost interest in his favorite treats.
We will miss Pucki more than words can say—his soft puppy-like fur, his gentle snoring in his bed beside ours, his face that had turned almost white in his later years, and, of course, his wonderful button eyes.
Farewell, little guy! Thank you for the beautiful years! Thank you for everything!

Edit: Thank you all so much for your kind words. You’re amazing. Reading your loving comments gives me strength and eases the pain a little.

This is my bestie Sophie ❤️ we spent 16.5 years together. We saw each other grow up. These are some pics from our last week together. Our favorite thing to do together was sit outside on the patio, play some music, feel the fresh air, and just hangout.

“How lucky am i to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” I’m so lucky i was able to love you for so many years. Already missing you so much ❤️

I’m scheduling my dog Light’s euthanasia tomorrow. He’s 13 years old and has been fighting mast cell cancer for almost a year now. I don’t really know how to put everything I’m feeling into words. I’ve been crying so much and I just need somewhere to let this out.

I believe we caught his cancer pretty early. He was still fairly healthy back then, still playing fetch, going on walks, eating everything and just being his happy self. I was so desperate to do the right thing that I went through with surgeries, chemo, and whatever else I thought could help him beat it. And he actually did amazing through all of it. He was such a good boy. But eventually his body started taking a toll. He stopped playing fetch and going on walks and I kept thinking that maybe after treatment he’d get better and we’d be able to do those things again.

I really thought we would.

And now I can’t stop wondering if I made the wrong decisions. Like maybe in trying so hard to save him I ended up taking away the time he could’ve spent just being happy. I don’t know. I know I was doing what I thought was best for him but I feel so guilty. I keep thinking what if I had done this differently or what if I had just let him enjoy his remaining time. Would he have been happier? Would we have gotten more walks together?

I would give everything I have just to have one normal walk with him again. Or play fetch. God he loved fetch so much. He used to get so excited whenever he knew we were going outside. His face would just light up and he’d start jumping around. Sometimes he’d jump on me and scratch my legs because he was so excited. And I’d tell him to calm down sometimes because he was scratching me.

Now I wish he’d jump on me and scratch the hell out of my legs. I don’t care how much it hurts. I just want to see him that happy again.

We managed to keep the cancer from spreading for months and I thought we still had a chance. But these last few days he declined so quickly. The cancer has spread to his spleen, his kidneys are failing, and the lymph nodes around his neck are so swollen that he’s having trouble eating. And this boy LOVED food. He would eat almost anything.

It’s so fucking unfair. He was so healthy before cancer. He was happy and full of energy and I just don’t understand why this had to happen to him.

I wanted him to make it to Sunday because it’s my birthday. I thought maybe the steroids would help him feel a little better and we could have a few more days together. I wanted to give him his favorite food and just spend time with him. I wanted my birthday to be the day he could finally rest, so at least that day would mean something beautiful for him.

But I don’t think he has those few days left anymore. And I don’t want to keep him here suffering just because I can’t bear to lose him.

So tomorrow I’m letting him go.

He’s been with me for 13 years. Almost half my life. And I know people say dogs love us unconditionally but Light really made me feel like I was the best person in the world. I could make so many mistakes, feel like I was failing at everything, and he’d still look at me with so much love. He’d be so happy just to see me. I didn’t have to do anything special or be anyone special. I was just me and somehow that was enough for him. And that got me through so much. More than he’ll ever know.

I don’t know how I’m going to get through the next few days or even the next few years without him. I don’t know how I’m going to come home and not see him there. I don’t know how I’m going to look at his toys or his leash knowing we won’t be using them anymore.

I keep thinking about all the normal days I took for granted. All the times I could’ve taken him out for another walk or played fetch a little longer. I know I couldn’t have known this would happen but I still wish I did more.

I just want my happy boy back. Even for a day. Even for an hour.

And I feel so horrible because I’ve spent almost a year trying to make him better and somehow I’m still here wishing I could’ve done more. I don’t even know what more I could’ve done. I just wanted him to live. I wanted him to get old and still be able to enjoy his life. I wanted us to have more time.

I’m so sorry Light. I’m sorry if I put you through too much. I’m sorry if I made the wrong choices. I swear I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought we could beat it. And even when things started getting worse I kept hoping we could still turn it around.

I hope you know I tried my best. I really did.

I made him a promise that I’m going to become the person he always believed I was. I don’t know how I’m going to do that yet, especially when I feel like I’m losing such a big part of me. But if I ever make something of myself in this hellhole, it’ll be for him too. I want to make him proud somehow. He believed in me even when I didn’t believe in myself and I don’t want to forget that.

I don’t know what happens after death but I really hope there’s somewhere he can run around again. Somewhere he can play fetch and go on walks and eat whatever he wants without feeling sick. I hope he gets to be the happy boy he was before all of this.

And I really, really hope I get to see him again someday. I hope he remembers me and comes running towards me like he used to. I hope he jumps on me and scratches my legs again.

I love you so so much my boy Light. I’m so sorry about everything. Thank you for being with me for 13 years. Thank you for loving me through everything and making me feel like I was worth something even when I didn’t feel that way about myself.

I wish I could explain to you how much you’ve meant to me. I wish you could understand just how much you’ve helped me and how much I love you.

I would give anything to go back to when you were healthy. Just one normal day. We wouldn’t even have to do anything special. I’d just take you outside and throw your ball until you got tired.

I don’t want tomorrow to come. I know I have to do this for you but god I don’t want to.

I’m going to miss you so much, my boy. I already do.

EDIT: Update in comments. Thank you so much to everyone who has shown Light and me so much love. ❤️

My beautiful baby girl, Sadie, crossed the rainbow bridge 6/12/26. It is the hardest and most unbearable pain I’ve ever experienced. She was my first baby, my whole world. She would be 2 next month. 2. Leukemia took her from me. I’m angry that it happened to her. She had so much life to live. I chose to show her the ultimate act of love and let her rest before she suffered. I miss her so much it hurts. I miss her smell. I miss her hair everywhere. I miss the sound of her nails sliding across the tile as she chased her ball. I just miss her and wish she was still here with me. She is my best friend and I’m really struggling to go through the motions without her. Grief is hard. 😭

My 10-year-old dog, Cali, died unexpectedly today. She was fine last night when we went on a walk with her. She was acting lethargic this morning and went to lie on my other dog’s memorial stone near her wind chime (we lost that dog a year ago). I held her and told her how loved she was. We rushed her to the emergency vet once my husband got back from walking the kids to school. I lied with her in the back the whole way and told her how good she was and how much we loved her. The vet said she had pericardial effusion, and we made the hard decision to let her go. My husband, kids, and myself are all distraught. She was a border collie/pit mix from the shelter and she was amazing. We will miss her dearly. Thank you for reading.

was really heartbreaking. It's easy to rest with your decision when they're in pain, but when they have that burst of energy and they're back to themselves for a bit... so hard.

Pickle was in pain all night and all morning. We spent over an hour just laying in the grass because she was finally comfortable and didn't want to move.

Then my old roommates came to visit her and she suddenly perked up. She scarfed down mcdonalds, she barked, she wagged her tail. Same thing for the others friends who came. Hell she even gave the vet an enthusiastic greeting. She got a steak, pup cup, cheese, and nuggets.

She was feeling great and got to go to sleep in my arms. Im so happy she went so peacefully. but I just feel so guilty, even though I know it was the thing to do.

Peace to everyone who had been or is currently going through this.

He was the bestest boy. He was 12-14 years old. He was tired. I will miss him for the rest of my days.

On June 9th at 4:44 pm I peacefully watched my sweet brindle girl take her last breath next to the San Miguel River. She was tired, she was in pain and she had let us know she was ready. With 15 years of adventures in the mountains under her little paws ,she made it across the rainbow bridge. I learned so much about my self thanks to her. When we first met I wasn’t ready. I didn’t want a dog but we were meant to be. I was so worried about bringing this tiny creature into the cold mountains of Colorado at the time,but she thrived; she belonged here. She taught me so much about my self, she was my best friend and adventure buddy. My very first encounter with unconditional love. I’m a better person today because a mini brindled pit-y came into my life, pressed her little wet nose against my leg and hid at the bottom of my sleeping bag in every camping trip. She was wild, stubborn, super silly and full of energy. At 18 pounds usually the smallest of the bunch but the biggest in personality. She was always ready for adventure, was always the last dog to get tired and the first to wake up in the morning. She stole my heart. She was deeply loved and she’ll be deeply missed. In the end it’s absolutely worth the heartache.
Adopt a dog and let them change your life for the better.