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

My bird, Pancho. I was about 5 but I was heartbroken when he left. We had him for about 2 years and he was so sweet and would never fly out. He got to go outside whenever and he was beautiful colors! However one day we noticed he wasn't there. He had never done this before and it was so weird. I thought he was going to come back but he didn't. My dad thinks its because he was sick and went off to die (its something some birds do.) Love you Pancho!

I will never forget my fat orange cat who would always sleep with me. God I miss him

My dog, Marie was a great pet. I remember how i used to take care of her and her babies. She was a fun loving doggy. I always think of her:(

I rescued a beautiful buff Persian, when the "man" dropped him off at the shelter he said "well whenever he tries to get upstairs we just kick him down, it seems that he broke his jaw and several teeth, from that moment on he was mine with his tongue always sticking out, the sweetest, most loving cat until the day I had to help him cross the rainbow bridge, never to be forgotten

I have three

1. Lavender- a lopped eared bunny. Had him in fourth grade. He was just like a puppy. He’d follow me around and cuddle me. And he’d nap in my backpack. We even went to the park and he dug in the weeds- we had to put him down cause he was paralyzed and lost the ability to move

2. Gamera- a red eared slider turtle. My baby my love. She would seriously nap in my bed when it got cold and stay there all night with me. Came home one day and found her floating in her tank. Tried to give her cpr. Found out her nursery thermostat broke and poisoned her. Still feel it’s my fault to this day. Since I swore I saw her flailing around before I left and thought she was being silly

3. Houdini - another beautiful bunny. He was being housed at an animal shelter that was boarding him for me since I couldn’t have a pet at the apartment. One day (on my birthday) when visiting him. He managed to get out. The owners dog grabbed him right in front of me and snapped his neck. And to add insult to injury the owner said. “Well that’s a dogs nature.

We adopted Zachary when he was about 4 months old from the shelter. He'd been hit by a car & had a broken leg. I loved him from the first moment I saw him sitting alone in a cage. After surgery, he fully recovered with just a limp. I've never loved the way I loved him & he loved me back. He's been gone for longer than I was privileged to have him & I'm crying as I write this. He was the smartest, sweetest little boy. He loved to tease his sister. He'd take his treat, drop it between his front paws & wait for Rachel to finish hers, then slowly eat it as she watched. He loved to jump in & run thru piles of leaves. He was my baby, my cuddle buddy, my happy little boy & someday I'll be with him again. I miss him every day.

30 years or more now We had a siamese cat named charlie. I was maybe in 3rd grade. My mom would put the cat on a leash outside during the summer. One summer morning I got up and I heard charlie out side on his lease meowing and didn't think of it. My younger sister got up and went out side to find him hanging dead off the deck. Back then there was no such thing as a quick release harness. I heard my sister crying I ran out side and released him from his collar. I held him until my uncle came over to bury him in out garden.

Every single rat I’ve ever had, one female, and 3 pairs of males, consecutively, and will feel same when current male passes. Rats are the most amazing, intelligent, gentle, loving little beings on the face of this cruel world, and their sweet sunshine brings me joy.

My tater tot was the greatest gift. I bottle fed her, as the mom was too old to tend her. She died one night while I was feeding her. I cried and begged God not to take her, as i was in an abusive relationship and needed someone or something to love me, that i could love right back. Somehow, by rubbing on her and blowing in her face, she revived. She was my heart,my child, my best friend for thirteen years. I swill never forget her. Never.

My cat Horus. He was literally sitting at our front door one morning when I opened the door to get the paper. His entire existence was to make everyone happy and he loved unconditionally. He even loved our mean, horrible cat Lulu. When our kids were babies and they'd cry, he'd sit and cry with them. He was always there for me and he died painfully of kidney failure and I never knew he was sick and I can never forgive myself for letting him down like that. I just want to hug him again and tell him I'm sorry.

He was lost, but we think he was killed on purpose, actually.

My cat Sam Ting was a seal point siamese. He was an alley cat that my Grandma took in and gave it to us. I said something about how he was the "Same Thing", but couldn't pronounce, so he becamse Sam Ting.

That cat was extremely smart. He learned to unhook the storm windows so he could go out any time he wanted. He needed to go out, since he'd been an outdoor cat. He could open doors by turning the doorknobs.

He would lay by me if I cried. He got shot with a BB gun once. Went through his head and out his ear. Took a tooth out, but he seemed the same after.

One day, he just disappeared. My Dad drove all over to see if he'd been hit by a car. But then the neighbors found out that the next day that one of their cousins had thrown their two puppies off of a bridge :-( :-( :-( :-( :-( :-( We had sold those puppies to them! So, my two favorites, Big John and Elizabetha had been killed.

My parents never said, but I figured they had to have done the same to our cat. I cried for 6 months. I dreamed about him for years.

(The two puppies came from someone leaving a German Shepard and 9 tiny puppies in the back of my parents' car with a note asking that they be taken care of. We sold all the puppies for a small sum because we already had a big dog. My parents said that if you ask for a small sum - $5 - people are more likely to be responsible. Guess that didn't work out.)

That pet, my best friend, FatManWalkin. I think of him every day. I miss him everyday. Just writing these words, saying his name out loud fill me with such a sadness. It's been years since I lost him but the sorrow hasn't eased up. I've lost friends. I've lost family. I've lost my husband of 25 years. Loosing him hit me harder than any lose in this lifetime. I want him back so bad. Life is cruel because there is always death. "It is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all." Is it? Is it really? Sometimes I doubt it...

My moms dog maya
She was the sweetest most gentle dog ever and it was so sad when she died I will forever miss her

The only cat I’ve known all my life, KitKat. He was there for me ever since I was a baby, but he died when I was 8. He would always sleep with me, and curl up right above my head. When I would go to school, he would hear the garage door open when I came back, so he would be sitting there at the door waiting for me. He was an adorable orange cat, with white paws and he was just the best. We buried him in our backyard, and every year on his birthday I go visit him because he was just so special.

Blackie, a neighborhood stray who at one time was the toughest cat in the neighborhood. He'd show up every few weeks or months and wait patiently at our back door for a handout, which we were always happy to oblige. He was always very skittish, though, and kept his distance. At some point, he was picked up a rescue organization, neutered, and then returned to the area. That calmed him down quite a bit, and he wintered one year in an insulated, heated dog house we keep for strays. After that, he became more sociable and began sitting in our laps when we were in the backyard. After we lost one of our indoor cats due to illness, he came inside and became our premier lap cat. He could literally sleep for hours in our laps. He became my 18-Lb. baby boy, and my best friend. Last year he passed unexpectedly due to a undiagnosed heart condition. I still express gratitude for the years we had together.

I lost my beautiful long-haired black cat Morgoth in1996 to Feline leukemia, miss him still

Axle-my soul mate dog. Shh! Won’t tell the other pets.

I named a sheep Dinnerbone, but a wolf came and killed it. R.I.P. Dinnerbone (p.s. the wolf is enjoying itself in a hot place... a very, very hot place)

My sister's German Shepherd, Heidi. She was a year old when my son was born, but she acted like he was her pup. She'd play with him and protect him. She was his adoptive mom and made him giggle frequently. She lived to the ripe old age of 14 and was a sweet dog.

1987, my husband wants to go to the pound and rescue a pup. I’ve never had a dog, wasn’t really interested but tagged along. The last stall, a beautiful golden retriever. He was 11 months old, named Cujo and the owner gave him up because the dog chewed a leg off the deck of the house when the owners left him out there. I was liking this dog already! The owners deserved it. So, we adopted him and renamed him Nashua. We were a military family and Nash lived all over. He was happy, well loved, well cared for. As the years rolled on he could no longer jump on the bed with us but every night without fail, good ole Nash would lay on the floor on my side of the bed. The vet said it’s probably his time. I refused. As long as Nashua carry’s himself to our room and sleeps on the floor beside me, I would not put him down. 3 months later in August of 1998, I woke up and Nashua was not on the floor. I cried. I knew it was time. We were with him of course. I still think about him all these years later. I doubt I will ever have another dog. He took a part of me with him and I still cry when I talk about him or see photos of him. He truly was the best dog. ❤️🦮