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

a dog met at 1 Jan 2020....she was hit by a car...I took her to the doctor then she became my ❤

I had a specific bird,i went to school and my mom found him dead still on the floor

My duck. She was brutally murdered by a raccoon. Her name was little lady. A wonderful duck.

I think this made 2020 even worse. My cat was old. Her name was Charlotte and she was a boss b****. She basically ordered my family around. She was the best. She was turning 20 that spring. 2 days before her birthday she got really sick. She could barely even walk. She had lost her sense of smell a while ago. She died on a Tuesday. A day before her birthday. We had to put her down. I know it was the right thing to do. We didn’t want her to live in pain. Me and my mom took it the hardest. She was my moms cat, and she was my pet soulmate. F*** you 2020!!

Not my pet but my sisters, we were little and she had always wanted a pet fish. So my parents took her to Petco to pick out a fish. It was a dark blue Beta, super common and she named it Bodie (bow-dee). At some point he had died while we were at school and my parents found him and got a new one that looked nearly identical to the first one. My sister came home…didn’t notice and then about another month later, the second one died. My parents did the same thing until that one died about a week later, when they finally told her that he died. They didn’t tell her about the other ones who died though. She didn’t find out about all this until about 2 years ago and she’s 18 now. Rest in Peace Bodie 1, 2 and 3🐟

Our first dog was german shepherd, Hector - very calm, wise and patient creature, he was perfect. But I was 4, and dog was huge, I was afraid of him to the point that once I pissed myself because he just casually sleep near bathroom door. Parents found a new home for Hector, friend of a friend needed a guard dog at the construction site, so it suppose to be good place, where he get good care and could use his natural skills. After few years we found out that his new owner kept him in boiler room in the basement and Hector died because they forgot about him.
Still I feel like it’s my fault.

The one n only friend I had was my lil 5 lb cocker-poo, Jazzy. One day my grandma and her husband went behind my back and had her killed, saying they gave her to our barber.

My girl Casey was my protector, always by my side, for 14 years. The last year of her life she grew weaker, I would sometimes have to carry her up the few steps of the front porch so she could come back into the house (no small feat as she weighed 95lbs). Then her kidneys began to fail and I knew I had no choice. Her last ride to town was a quiet one. The vet came out to us. When the needle went into her leg she looked at me with such betrayal that my heart shattered...Like it has a thousand times since then, every time I think of her. Like it is right now.

One of my dogs, Hydroux. He was a blind rescue we found on the side of the road.

Sheriff Nibbler. My beloved Cairn Terrier who kept law and order at the dog park. Dogs big and small understood that he was there to enforce the rules. Some of the more macho men would get upset when Nibbler would put their bad ass dogs in line. He was a character.

My Shar Pai. He was so loving and protective. He was stung by a bee and had an allergic reaction. He had to go to the emergency veterinary clinic where he died on my birthday. 😭

I've got a couple.

First bunch are my guinea pigs. First trio I got when I was 14 - Biscuit, Waffle and Cookie, who were sisters. The first day we had them, Biscuit peed on my dad and he remarked "how much wee can something this small hold?!". I got a second trio when I was 17/18; Twinkie, Philadelphia and Snackajack, who probably weren't sisters. Philly and Twinkie hated each other and couldn't be housed together, so we had to split them up. When I was 19/20, I ended up leaving home for uni. I didn't get to be with Biscuit or Cookie when they died. Waffle died during the Christmas holiday and I cried like a baby because she died in my arms. As I got older, i developed a chronic pain syndrome so caring for them got harder and harder. I was 25 when Twinkie died in the night, then Snackajack followed when my parents were away, and my now fiance helped me bury her. Philly, the red eyed white devil, held on, rattling her cage bars and shrieking for her dinner for about a year. Losing her wasn't as hard as the others (mostly cause she was a devil) but it still hurt, especially when my younger dog Macduff would go looking for the guinea pigs. It's been two years and I miss the smelly, stinky, squealing turds still.

Second is a hamster. His name was Mister T cause he was described as a 'teddy bear' hamster and cause my mum loved the A-Team. He was an angel - he used to snuggle up in the crook of my mum's elbow, would try and steal food she would eat. One time he decided it was a good idea to leap off of the couch, then when he realised that was a bad idea, stood beside a table leg staring up at my mum wanting to be picked back up. He was half blind when he passed at 3 years old.

My Shih Tzu, Toby. It was 29 years ago, I was 9 months pregnant and extremely uncomfortable so I-moved around the house a lot trying to find a place that felt right. Toby loyally followed me, as always. In the middle of the night I woke up when he literally screamed. If you’ve never heard a dog scream- trust me, you would never forget it. He was only 4 years old, and was having a horrible seizure (a first). We had a 4:30 a.m. emergency vet appt, but after many injections to settle him down he couldn’t stop seizing. The next next morning we transferred him to a 24 hour hospital in the City, but passed away early the next morning. I loved him, and miss him to this day.