I went to spain then when i came back my fish eaten my other fish then all i can see was it's bones poor princess....

i had a hamster it died of old age i didnt like it much anyways

Just ALOT of fish :/

My uncle and grandpa or great-grandma ;_; that died really really passed away it I miss them to My family

My Dwarf Lop rabbit "Pelle" had some unknown disease. My dad didn't want to spend money on trying to figure out what it was, so therefore he decided to put him down, without even asking if this disease caused him pain.
When I was 14 years old, he went to the vet. I was in school and he didn't even say a word about it to me... He just went to the vet and put him down.

That day he drove me home, which was very unusual as he usually forces me to take the bus... Half-way home he said "Catya, I'm really sorry, but I went to the vet with Pelle today... And he decided it was best to put him down." I remember I thought about how people in films always ask "did he suffer?" and as I had no previous experience with death whatsoever, I decided to do the same thing. So I asked him "did he suffer?" and he told me that they had given him a lethal injection, and that he peacefully fell asleep. My eyes were filled with tears as I asked "and then what? Where is he?" Of course I wanted to bury him, but dad told me they had cremated him. (At the time I didn't even know what cremation was, so he had to explain it to me.) I remember it as if it was yesterday. I was so sad and pissed. I wanted to scream, cry and brutally abuse someone, all at the same time. I started screaming at him, asking him why he had done it behind my back, why he didn't let me say good-bye... His response was that he "thought it would be easier for me this way"... If I would've known, I would have taken him for a long walk, I would've given him his favourite food and cuddled with him all night. I would've apologised to him for not taking him out that often, and for not giving him enough stimulation.
Oh well... After I had cried and screamed for about 5 minutes, I forced him to stop the car. I then ran, crying, to my best friend and told her everything. She comforted me until I stopped crying, then we bought some candy, to drown my sorrow.
When I got home, I was still very pissed off at dad. I saw the empty cage, and I broke down in years again. I then scooped out a bit of the hay that was in there, I found some pieces of fur, and saved it all in a yar. I also said I would clone him, that's why I wanted his fur, due to DNA. (Have in mind I was still rather young at the time...)
The day after, I didn't go to school. I was too heartbroken. The day after that, I went to school with a very sad face. My friend asked me what was wrong, and I responded "dad killed Pelle..." right after that, I broke down in tears, yet again, and my friend sad down on the stairs together with me. She let me cry on her shoulder, even though I was all snotty. And we cried together for at least half an hour. People walked by and stared at us, but she shoo'd them all away and kept on crying with me.

I'm 18 years old now, and I'm still very upset about this, I'm even crying excessively as I'm writing this.
The most painful thing about this is: It was just a few days before Easter that dad had him put down. And what's the first thing you think of when someone mentions Easter? - Rabbits. So every goddamn Easter, I'm reminded about this horrible event, and that has caused me to hate Easter. I don't celebrate Easter anymore, and all these sculptures and pictures of rabbits make me awfully upset. Another sad thing about the event is that it was pretty much right after that that my life started going downhill, and one of my very best friends was dead. Whenever I felt sad (which was often) I would always cuddle with Pelle. He brought me happiness in the darkest times, and he was always my friend, no matter what I did.
If only dad would've let me say good-bye to him, and bury him... I didn't get a closure, and I never will. How on earth could he think it would be better for me not to say good-bye? How could anyone ever think that... I don't think he would prefer not talking to his parents before they died. I believe he wanted to be with them until the very last minute. And I also believe he wante to go to the funeral. (I don't know if he did that or not, seeing as I've never asked these type of questions about his parents, as I don't want to tear up his emotional wounds and make him upset. I know I would probably get very upset if someone asked me such a question.)

Anywho... I doubt anyone has read any of this, but that's alright. After all; I wrote this mainly because I'm still in pain, and writing about it is a very effective way for me to deal with the pain.
I would love to say "I miss you Pelle, I hope you're in a good place now", but I honestly can't. I'm an Atheist, and I don't believe in hell or heaven. I don't know quite what I believe in... I keep changing my mind. All I know is that I do not believe in hell/heaven. And that makes it all even more painful... If I would believe that he's skipping around on meadows, chewing on Dandelion leaves (his favourite) and being happy... Then I would be at peace. I would feel happy for him. But I believe that he's just ceased to exist, and that thought makes me completely heartbroken. But damn. I miss him so much.

Gullan a dit :

[Moderator] Edited. Please try to avoid quoting very large posts!

OMFG THATS SO SAD IM SORRY

I'm sorry, i also had a rabbit when I believe I was 7, 14 now.. Izzy was her name. She had a terrable disease and my parents wouldn't let me take her to the vet. they said something that scars me, I'll never forget. "Pets are nothing, Let them die."... but I didn't let that stop me. I'm a crazy animal lover and saved up money one by one, now I have 8 pets. I think I was in kindergarden? I dont remember much. Izzy died soon after. I got 'nother rabbit, age of 9 (I think) And I let him out. (Slippers) Then a dog, Idk what type, was running with its human compainion. I didn't nocie, as dumb as I was, and.. I think you know.. I dont want to say because it brings me to tears.

All I remember is blood, a torn face, annd of corse the sound of sobbing for the lost one(s)...
Hopefully there will be a day when human and companion can meet someday. Skys always blue, Face always smilng...


Rest In Peace, Izzy And Slippers, You're in my heart

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My first cat, Fluffy died of old age, Then I got brother and sister cats named Tazo and Kiesha, and our neighbour saw Tazo get hit by a car when he was 2 and brought him to me in a box, then around Christmas a stray cat showed up and we thought she was just a kitten because she was so small and I could she her ribs, but it turns out she was about 17 so we kept her and named her Kitty but she was quite aggressive and couldnt get along with Kiesha. Then she had to be put down because she had seizures.

Birdluv a dit :

"Pets are nothing, Let them die."

i hate when someone says this
the movie "Because of Winn-Dixie" gives a perfect example on how a dog can be a part of a family

Mjmtheepic a dit :

OMFG THATS SO SAD IM SORRY

Birdluv a dit :

I'm sorry

Thanks, I really apprectiate it.
And I'm sorry for your sake as well, Birdluv. :/

Birdluv a dit :

"Pets are nothing, Let them die."

Fabillia a dit :

i hate when someone says this
the movie "Because of Winn-Dixie" gives a perfect example on how a dog can be a part of a family

People who say "pets are nothing" have usually gone through some sort of trauma and have shut down, to protect them from further pain.
Same thing goes for people who say "love isn't real". They've been hurt, and have therefore decided not to love again, to protect themselves.

"Hachiko" is also a great film that offers a great example of how much pets(in this case, a dog) really mean. It's based on a true story, and it shows great amount of compassion, loyalness and love. I've seen the film three times, and I've been crying like crazy all three times. Same thing happened when I read the true story behind it (which actually is nearly exactly like the story in the film.)

Gullan a dit :

People who say "pets are nothing" have usually gone through some sort of trauma and have shut down, to protect them from further pain.

Or they never had a pet in their life. Or the only pets they kept were little fishes that always die the very next day.

Laddee a dit :

Or they never had a pet in their life. Or the only pets they kept were little fishes that always die the very next day.

As said; trauma.

Not everything has to do with trauma.

My 5 fish died

Satash a dit :

Not everything has to do with trauma.

Gee, would you just stop trying to turn everything into an argument? You've been doing it all day, and it's really starting to grind my gears. Please be polite enough to cut that.

Fastertherat a dit :

My 5 fish died

I'm sorry. ;;

YES!! i used to have 5 cats, 3 dogs, 6 fish, 3 hamster, and 2 turtle.
NOW i only got 3 cats 1 fish 2 dogs 2 hamsters 1 turtle

one of my cats named Sophie was put down because of cancer
another cat named Peach ran away in 2012
one of my dogs named Jeff died from old age
5 fish just died for no reason
1 turtle had cancer
1 hamster went missing

http://xxflightlessxx.deviantart.com/art/R-I-P-Tippy-446928290
please read :c

Yes I have lost a pet. His name was Smokey, he was also a tabby cat. Vets had to put him to sleep because he was just all bones.. I have no idea what happened...

I've had 2 cats, a dog and a snake die. You never really get over it.

My first cat, Shadow, we had to put him to sleep when he was about 7, from feline leukemia. Generally, cats/kittens get tested for it now before they're adoptable through shelters, because it's very easily transmitted. My family adopted him when he was 4-5 weeks old, as a sort of "cheer her up" kind of thing. I had a bad fall that week while playing outside with neighbors, during my first week of 1st grade, and I had to get several stitches on my forehead. So my parents took my brother and I out to pick out a kitten as a "feel better" sort of thing. We put him to sleep when I was in 8th grade (10/23/xx), he had lost a lot of weight from it, and my parents wanted to prevent him from giving it to our other cat. My parents pulled me out of school to go to the vet's so I could say goodbye, he definitely knew it was a real goodbye from the way he behaved, and just let my brother and I hold him for hours beforehand without protest.

My yellow lab, Jake, we had to put to sleep when he was 14 or 15. We rescued him from an abusive home when he was a little over a year old, and had him for ~14 years. His back hips had given out, and he could no longer walk. Putting him to sleep was extremely difficult on my parents.

My other cat growing up just died within this past year from old age, Pumpkin or Pumpky. My family adopted him about 6 months after Shadow, and he lived just past his 22nd birthday! He was a pest, truly, and meowed SO LOUDLY (always, but he went deaf within the past 3-4 years so he was much louder).

But I have two more kitty-cats now. Nemo, who just turned 14 a few days ago. And my new kitty Neptune who will be 7 months old in a few weeks.