Hey Pandas, Tell Me About A Pet You’ve Lost That You Will Never Get Over As Long As You Live (Closed)

My first dog, Murphy was a Great Dane. he was so sweet, you could climb on top of him and he wouldn't care at all. I would share all my secrets with him, He became an angel in February. sadly a week from his birthday. I wish I was there with him when he had to be put down, that's my biggest regret. a piece of my heart went with him. not a day goes by I don't think about him. sometimes I miss you, Murphy. Rest in peace. 💔

My first ever cat. I've realized I've done many mistakes when growing up: didn't feed him correctly, didn't give him enough attention, probably annoyed the hell out of him and didn't understand his signals, and most importantly, wasn't there for him in the vet's room when he had to be put to sleep. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't as bad as it sounds, but I've learned a lot of painful lessons, and I'll never forget him.

Saxon Von Helsing; our beloved German Shepherd. He crossed the Rainbow Bridge on the 4th of July 2018. Not a day goes by that I don't think of him and the good times we shared. (And who's cuttin' onions as I type this?)

My beloved american staffordshire terrier nicknamed "mabighead". He was the most gentle, the most sweet, the most funny, the most loving, the most playful and the most happy dog i ever had. Is only purpose in life was to spread joy and laugh and love to every living creature he encountered (except sheeps). He was always happy no matter what and shared his happiness with everybody, it was impossible to be sad or mad around him. Sadly in 2016 when he was almost 10 i noticed a slight lameness, a lot of vets told me it was nothing (jumping in the vet office, happy dog) but i knew him very much and kept searching more competent vets. I was right he had a bone cancer and a paw with multiple fracture, the bone was sponge shaped, eaten by cancer. I was mortified and took him to the bests specialists but it was too late. So i searched a home with garden to rent to give him one last week of happiness and accompany him through his last moments, a vet had come the last day and i told him goodbye softly. I spoiled him for a week, he ate his favorite food (lamb) all the week and the last day i even gave him kitkat, brioche...since he was atopic (allergic) and couldn't try it before. I miss him everyday and everybody who knew him still talk about him, he was greatly loved and he's cruelly missed, and thanks to the OP but now a lot of water is running over my face.

My horse, Rockabilly. He's been gone since 2013 and it still feels like yesterday. I go in the barn and look at his stall and envision him in it. I remember every second of his last night and I dream of all our rides.

My cat, Raymond. He was deaf and blind. He would walk into walls and a lot of cute quirks. When we came home from vacation 3 years ago, he had somehow gotten out, and been killed by a coyote. He was just 2 years old. I miss him so much. Rest in peace, little baby. Mommy loves you.

My sweet angel Gracie (13 yo Golden Retriever) and my Myles (16 yo Maine C**n Mix) passed within 2 months of each other. Gracie was my most faithful companion and provided me with countless smiles when my life was darkest. Myles loved me fiercely and absolutely hated everyone else. They both were with me through the death of both of my parents, my divorce, 2 miscarriages and 2 moves across country. They loved me through depression, illness, failure, defeat. I have never been loved more unconditionally and I will never fully recover.

My first and only dog roxy. My family adopted her as 2 months. I grew up with her. She was my older sister. God damn it I’m crying. her health started to deteriorate. She was 13. She got an ulcer in her eye. She had a tumor on her ear. In October of 2020 she woke up one night stumbling around. My dad held her and brought her outside. They brought her to the vet. She was put down that night. Every day I think about her. She was part of my family. I loved her so much. This was hard to say.

Ragamuffin was a stray cat who showed up at my house one day. She was clearly pregnant, which was all the more reason to take her in lest her kittens wind up as feral. She got her name because she was long-haired, and when I first saw her she was rather scruffy-looking.

She had her kittens in my bathroom. Once they were old enough I got all five of them in good forever homes. I also had Ragamuffin fixed.

She was my constant companion for 17 years, and passed peacefully in her sleep in May of 2014. I have since acquired another cat, thanks to a former co-worker who took in a pregnant stray. However, no cat could ever replace Ragamuffin in my heart.

There's two. Sanford and Sadie. Sanford was a Great Dane Mastiff mix, got him when I was 5 (had Sadie before I was born), both of them were siblings to me. I played with them, laughed with them, made so many memories with them. One day in February of 2020, Sanford started throwing up a lot, my Grandma was watching him while I had a cello workshop. Later that night we took him to the pet ER, where we discovered he suffering from severe bloating that came on in one day. We put him down at midnight because we were too poor for surgery and even if we had the money, survival wouldn't be likely. He was 7. Then there's Sadie, she was an American Eskimo Beagle Corgi mix (probably something else too), she was quite literally my Nanny growing up, the funniest dog with the most personality I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. In September of 2020, first day of school, actually, we had to put her down because of old age, she was practically 18, we called her miracle dog because she survived so much! I miss them both with all of my heart, and even though I have made new family with new pets, that hole still remains empty with old memories.

I've had a couple, but the one that stands out the most is Lucius (my ooshy bear) After my 6 month old pitty was murdered by my neighbor I swore off dogs. But then Ooshy came into my life. He was a rescue. An albino red nose pit. When I went to see him he scared the crap out of me, he was used as a fight / bait dog before he was rescued. Someone had docked his ears way too short so being all white with red eyes and way too short ears he looked scary. they had poured hot grease down his back so he was scarred. He was HUGE. Biggest Pit I've ever seen. I tried to break the ice and offered a treat and he put his big old head in my lap and sighed as if to say "Finally I can be at peace" I took him home and he was the best and sweetest dog EVER. At the time my youngest was about 4 and she'd jump on him and pull his ears and tail and he would just lay there and occasionally look at her like "are you tired yet? No? Ok" She would use him as a body pillow and sleep. 6 months in he out of nowhere started having seizures. He had 8 in the span of 2 hours and had to put him down. I cried and cried. I've had dogs since and not one could hold a candle to Lucius. Now I'm a bird mom and I'll tell you what, if my Wendy girl goes before me (my Blue and Gold Macaw) that'll be the end of me. I still miss my Ooshy Bear and I hope he's happy and running and waiting for me, I'll see you one day buddy.

My first dog. After years of begging, my mom finally got me a pupper when I was younger. I loved him so much, his name was Ron (after Ron Weasley from Harry Potter.)
He was a tiny breed, so he was always scared of every little noise, so whenever Ron heard the neighbors he would bark. That wasn't a problem until my sick grandma move in. She has a heart condition and Ron's barking would always scare her, so my mom gave him away to family friends. I was devastated.

When I was younger we had a black cat named Chloe. She had a liter of kittens shortly after we got her and only one lived, so we kept him.

Well, my parents would let Chloe and her baby, E-Bob, outside every now and then. There was a storm one night they let her out and she just disappeared. We looked everywhere for her and never saw her again. E-Bob knew she was gone and began acting differently. Well, a few months later he went outside and we could not find him the next day. He disappeared just like his momma did.

It broke my heart because we just did not know what could have happened to them. I still miss those two...

I always wanted a black cat and one of our previous cats gave birth to a black kitten. Named him Bear. He was such an amazing friend, we shared snacks and he hung out with me in bath. Never seen a cat who likes water. He liked sleeping on windowsills. Mum left a window open one hot summer night. I guess he fell out. Never found out where'd he go. Saw some black cats afterwards, but could never make out if it was him, he never came when called his name even before. I still wish that window was not left open. Such a stupid little thing that made a cat lose its home by accident. And for me to lose my best friend at the time.

It's hard to pick one. I was in my twenties when a friend of my room mate asked if I wanted her kitten, she couldn't take it home. Shalimar came into my life, a small fluffy gray tipped hairball. She was supposed to be a Himalayan (there is a "smoke" color that fits). She was tiny but mighty. I could hold and snuggle her, she'd sleep in bed with me. If I climbed a ladder she'd follow me up. She was dedicated hunter and one afternoon came waddling down the drive dragging a white rabbit between her legs. It was bigger than her! One night I was greeted by more than 15 dead mice. She was laying in the middle of the carnage at the base of the stairs. She would pat my eyelids to wake me in the morning claws kept covered. She'd lick the inside of my husbands nose to get him up. she could be found sprawled out across branches in a bush looking like she was lounging in a comfy chair. Shalimar was a character, such a great lovely cat. My husband was not a cat person when he met us. I have pictures of him walking around with her draped around his neck ( a favorite spot). He even built her a kitty condo, a cage that she could go out on the roof safely to be outside, he couldn't abide her being stuck inside when I put my foot down, it was not safe in our new home for her to go out doors. She was spoiled but deserved it. She even knew to use her soft touch on our daughter when she arrived. She left a big hole in my heart. Along with several others.

My Punky. She was a middle aged grump that pissed on everything. But she was MY middle aged grump that pissed on everything. Dead for about 5 years and Always in my heart.

My lovely silk hen called Küki.
We had tree silk chickens and no chicks yet when I was 11ish. When my favourite hen died I was really upset but even more happy when a chick hatched from one of her eggs literally a week or so after her death. I had summer break at the time so I could spend very much time with this chick, which it needed because the other hen didn't accepted it and it had no siblings. We grew incredible close to each other and I even managed to taught her a few tricks.
Every time I came home from school, she would run towards me and wanted to get hugged and pet. We watched series together (she sat on my leg or shoulder), ate together (I gave her sometimes a few vegetables from my ) and I even persuaded my parents to took her with us on vacation (she didn't liked being without me and the rides weren't very long).
I loved her so incredible much and you could tell just by the way she looked at me she felt the same.
She was my best friend.
Two and a half years forward some dumbass neighbor kid kicked it while I wasn't home and my stupid teen mind wouldn't accept the fact that my hen was now ill and needed special care. She seemed so healthy but looking back I know that she really suffered. Tree days after the incident I found her death lying on her side while the other chickens stood kinda confused around her. I still blame myself for her death to this day. I should have cared way more for her and maybe she would have survived if I had done so. She was so young, just two and tree quarters years old and I'm crying while writing this. I doubt that I will ever love someone the way I loved her.
So please spend every minute with your pet as long as you are still able to do so

My first cat was a few years ago. I was driving home from work and I saw these kittens at the side of the road so I took them all and tried to find homes for them. I ended up keeping the smallest one. I named her Bluebell...only to realize it was a boy, so I shortened it to Blue. He was not very vocal but always made his presence known with his funny antics. Lol. There is a shelf next to my bed which he would sleep on...he'd jump onto the headboard and then onto the shelf. When I had dental surgery he slept on my chest for all the days that I was ill. about a year after he went missing for a few days (he was an indoor/outdoor cat and I was contemplating having him neutered at the time. I was told that he may have run off since there was no other female cats around. He came back after a week and after a few months..one day we're in the garden and he just starts walking off....then he stopped, looked back and then ran across the neighbors property. I haven't seem him since. I really hope he found a gf with a family that took care of him. He was an amazing cat. I was always torn when deciding if I should neuter him. I wanted him to live a natural life you know, enjoy everything, be outdoors. Maybe I made a bad decision there, I still don't know. I haven't gotten a cat since. I decided that I'd only get one if I had an apartment or a house where they can be an indoor cat.

Oh my God. I tried to make it through all of these before writing mine, but I can't. It's too much. But I will go back bit by bit to read all of them. They all need to be honored.
For me, it was my Little Lucy Loo. She was named for the character Lucy Ricardo on I love Lucy. And oh how I loved Lucy. I had decided on her name before I found her. I just went around picking up puppies and look at them and ask "Are you a Lucy?". I knew it when I found her. That's my Lucy. In the ensuing years she saw me through so many things. Carried more on her little doggie shoulders than any dog should carry. Oh how we loved each other. We went for walks so she could schnurffle all over. Actually, she took me, because I let her go wherever she wanted to out through the trees and the field. Every morning, toast and tea and one tiny piece of banana. Cantaloupe, melon, apple, licked every single dish I ever ate off of. The last 6 months of her life I noticed that sometimes when she was walking she'd just stop and stare for about 15-20 seconds. Thought it was old age. Her last night she suddenly went blind. She walked into a wall and would just stand there. This was very very late. Then she totally started losing it. I could not calm her down. She actually screamed in pain. Not a yelp. A scream. I live out in the country and there was no one to call at 4am. There was no way I could drive to the ER the way she was. She had about 3 seizures. Finally at 6am I called our dog sitter who was now a friend. We went to the vets. They weren't even open, but a vet tech was there early. She called the vet owner of the clinic who was there in 10 minutes. My Lucy's suffering was over. She is my heart, and my heart is shattered into a thousand tiny shards of the best crystal. I still talk to her sometimes and tell her how much I miss her. She is waiting for me and when we are together again we will do all those things I miss and stuff ourselves to our heart's content on all our favorite foods. I think I'm going to have a good cry now and hug my cat. Thanks for listening.

So I was still in middle school and the first cat that was "Mine" and not just the family cat was a huge boy named Hope. 15 lbs of pure muscle but the sweetest thing and a baby scared of his own shadow. The whole family had to go on some kind of extended trip (don't remember why at the moment) and so we left him with my aunt for about a week.
Trip went fine but when I got back and went to pick up my baby I found out that she had put him down. Because his nose ran a little bit and she was worried that he would "infect" her cats.
Didn't call to ask me about my opinion (or ask my parents) or give me a chance to find somewhere else to house him. Just got home to a cold, dead, body that I had to bury in the backyard.
After that I never trust my pets to any family/friend. I purposely avoid any trips that I can't take my babies with me or that last longer than they can reasonably stay at home by themselves for. The one or two times I wasn't able to get out of a trip I shelled out the money for professional pet boarding/hotels that have impeccable reviews.