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tofeelthecold · 2 months

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I did the hardest thing today, I put my best friend to sleep. Being home without her hurts. Seeing her bowls and water fountain and blankies and toys all around the house hurts and makes it feel like she’s just hiding under a bed sleeping. I rarely share irl stuff but I had to share. I will be on a hiatus for a small bit. But u wanted to share my baby with all of you. She was 19 and she was the best girl.

#pet loss tw #pet grief tw #fur baby loss tw #pet death tw #death tw #loss tw #grief tw #♛ ( ooc )

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babyjakes · 11 months

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tw: traumatic childhood, fucked up family (npd!dad, golden child!brother, scapegoat!me), pet loss, suicidal thoughts, dissociation, just overall this is really heavy but i need to put it somewhere

past 30-ish hours or so for me have been:

drive home to have dinner with family (last minute, dad "forgot" to invite me. nothing's wrong except dad's harassing a food service worker over the phone and mom still likes pro-cop shows and brother is still a little selfish (you know, typical Man Who Lacks Empathy shit). and he's leaving tomorrow and i won't see him for months, and i'll miss him even though he's being momentarily difficult.

play my old piano. momentarily wish i still lived at home, until i remember why i can't ever again.

feel guilty for talking about my life for a few seconds, when the rest of the dinner conversation has been about my brother (per usual.) redirect the focus back to him out of crippling guilt.

sit with him after dinner. don't know whether to laugh or cry when he sends me a trauma instagram reel (themes of "there's something wrong with me", "no one knows how i really feel", hating life, hating growing older.) realize for the first time maybe he thinks and feels these things too, despite him being my opposite in the family system (he's the favorite child, i'm the scapegoat.) empathy grows for him. realization grows (as it has been for months) that in some ways he's my best friend, and the only other person who knows what it was like to be raised in that house. send him a girl/childhood slideshow on tiktok in return. watch as he tries to cover his recognition, his relating to it, his hurt that is more like mine than i ever knew. half-jokingly but mostly genuinely beg him to get therapy.

miss my dog. wonder if it's normal for me to still grieve her like this, a year and a half later.

advocate for my needs in a tiny, insignificant way. immediately feel sick with guilt about it, which lasts for the rest of the night. resist the urge to take it back and let the fawn response do its thing.

leave early. resist the urge to tell each of them that i love them a few extra times, because i love them still. i love them so much it hurts. feel silly walking out the door with "i love you's" still caught in my mouth. tell myself i'm too sentimental and make everything weird.

cry the whole drive home to sun bleached flies and letter to an old poet. think about swerving off the freeway, jokingly at first until it's not anymore. scare myself with how hard i'm crying, how blurry my eyes are from my tears, the things i'm thinking about doing to myself. consider pulling over onto the shoulder. decide not to, telling myself i'd look stupid and pathetic.

suck it up. get it together. remind myself what and who i live for. tell myself out loud that it gets better, even though my words come out more like a plead to god.

drive past the fire station as i near home. momentarily think about turning into the parking lot and telling the firefighters outside taking their break that i'm thinking about killing myself. realize how stupid i'd look. skip the turn and make it home instead.

walk through the door and cat is waiting for me like she always is. sit on the floor in my shoes and dissociate. come back to the feeling of my cat purring against me, even though i can't hear anything.

remove my makeup, wash my face. feel as my body adjusts to being in a safe space in real time. crawl into bed.

sleep through the night, and most of the next day.

(btw please don't worry about me, safety wise i'm okay now; i have crisis management in place and therapy on wednesday lol)

#eun talks #eun’s shitposts #trauma tw #abuse tw #childhood trauma tw #pet loss tw #pet grief tw #suicide tw #dissociation tw #mental health tw #mental illness tw

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martuzzio · 4 months

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Legends never die, and as such, Jellie will continue to live on in Minecraft and within our hearts until the end of time. It was a pleasure to draw you, Jellie. Have fun playing in the stars.

#hermitcraft #my art #jellie #pet death tw #tw pet death #tw pet loss #pet loss tw #tw grief #grief tw #Let me know if I should add any other TWs

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todayontumblr · 4 months

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Friday, January 5.

Farewell little friend. (tw: pet death)

This is a tough one, y'all. We are deeply saddened at the news that Jellie, the most beloved and beautiful cat of @GoodTimesWithScar, has passed away, aged 17-and-a-half years. But we are also gladdened to see the community band together in support of Scar—and pay poignant tribute to this sweetest little pal.

Hugs to Scar, and to all y'all, too.

@crunchesloudly

#today on tumblr #jellie #jellie the cat #jellie cat #goodtimeswithscar #jellie goodtimes #scar #gtwscar #hermitcraft #hermitblr #hermitcraft fanart #scarland #scarland artbook #tw pet death #tw pet loss #tw animal death #tw grief

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bearlyfunctioning · 5 months

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Comic #339: Just around the corner - Website links: Here!

Another extremely difficult to make memorial comic… I may not believe in an afterlife: heaven/rainbow bridge etc. but I would hope if there is any spark of Rio left, that he would linger to wait for Niko. Since they loved each other so much & left only 4 months apart💔

#bearcomic #the bear minimum #thebearminimum #cw: pet death #cw: pet loss #tw pet death #tw pet loss #grief #death #pet cat

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fledermaus-art · 5 months

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Singing will happen, happening, happened Will happen, happening, happened And will happen again and again 'Cause you and I will always be back then You and I will always be back then And so, you and I will always be best friends.

Okay to reblog, just be respectful👍

#pet death tw #pet death #grief #vent #vent comic #vent art #pet loss #grieving #catface #pet memorial

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batwynn · 17 hours

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Hey can you comment or message me something? Anything at all, really. Just feeling really invisible and trapped in the cycle of isolating grief again. (Yesterday was a death anniversary and brain is being a dick.) *Please note in the message if you do not want a public response or any response.

#personal #batwynn talks #just uh #anything really #share something going on in your life #or a pet picture #or even vent at me that’s ok too #tw: death #tw: grief

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actuallylorelaigilmore · 11 months

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“I wanted to share something that my psychoanalyst told me when I was losing a (beloved) pet and that I often share with my patients,” she wrote. “The love between a human and their pet is completely uncomplicated. There are no interpersonal dynamics to worry about. It’s one of the few relationships in life that you can express your love freely and without self-consciousness. And that’s why it hurts so much when they’re gone.” - Pooja Lakshmin, as quoted here.

#grief #kinnie the cat #griffin the cat #words #tw pet death

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lailoken · 8 months

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Yesterday, my dearly beloved dog, Byrd, passed away. He had been dealing with cranial bone cancer for about a year, and though he held up well for most of that time, he recently took a very bad turn. I was told two different times in my own divinations that he would require euthanasia towards the end, and while I hoped it might not prove true, I prepared myself for the likely reality. I pled with the Bone Mother, asking for her to take him siwftly when the time came and spare me of having to be directly involved. However, I was informed, in no uncertain terms, that it was necessary for me to take on this responsibility with open arms; partly as a way to honor and usher the spirit of my companion, and partly as a vital piece of my own Chthonic work.

When the time came, I was quite sad and afraid, but I carried out my promise with all the grace and faith I could muster. Ultimately, he slipped away within less than five seconds—totally at peace and surrounded by love—despite being told that the process generally takes between 1 and 8 minutes to run its course.

After bringing him home, we carried out the rites we employ for our beloved dead, such as washing the body, anointing it with holy oils, and then lovingly adorning it with hand-picked flora in a ceremony of remembrance. Mourning portraits were also taken, as a way to reframe our final moments with the dead as something beautiful and meaningful. I share those portraits here now, as a reminder of the sanctity and beauty that can be found in death, if you open your heart to it.

I will forever cherish the blessing of your memory, my darling friend.

#personal #grief #pet death #cw pet death #tw: pet death #animal death #cw animal death #tw: animal death #cw cancer #tw: cancer #death #chthonic #Byrd #bone mother

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bebs-art-gallery · 49 minutes

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All Dogs Go to Heaven. We Will Meet Again.

to all of us who’ve lost our best friends ♡

— artwork by Martin Wittfooth

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i-like-turkey · 3 months

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I announced on Twitter that I was taking a step back from social media and fandom to deal with a personal matter. That’s still true. I just need to barf some feelings into the universe. I’m putting them under a cut. This is NOT an easy read and I’m NOT holding back details. Don’t feel compelled or obligated to share my pain. TW: Pet death & grief.

I said goodbye to my little girl on Thursday. She’s been my world since I took her home at the end of July 2012. It was both sudden and not sudden. So I’m in shock, but I’m also not really surprised. There were signs that something bad was looming and I had this gut feeling as early as January that this wasn’t gonna be a good year for us.

This likely all started a long time ago. I took her to the vet in August of 2022 right before we moved east. The vet told me that her heart didn’t sound 100%, but it wasn’t something that needed immediate intervention. She had a little murmur that could indicate heart disease and if it got worse, then I’d need to get her to a specialist to take pictures and then we’d likely get her on some medicine to deal with whatever the problem was.

So I heeded the advice to take a wait and see approach. My baby was acting fine. She made it across the country well. She had energy and life. Not quite her puppy energy, but she was 10, so that was normal. I took her to the vet again this last August and I heard the same thing. She has a murmur. It’s not quite bad enough to get images. If it gets worse, we’ll refer you to a specialist. Ok. Great.

We keep living our life. She still has energy. Lunging at cars and barking at other dogs and trying to get endless pets from all of the strangers we’d encounter while walking in our neighborhood and riding our building’s elevators. I can’t tell y’all how many people would ask how old she was and be surprised when I told them 11.

So we get to January and she’s coughing a bit more than she usually does. Background: for the last few years of her life, she’d occasionally have coughing fits when she got super excited about something or barked too hard at a car. Worrying. But something I’d disclosed to all of the vets we’d seen and they didn’t seem perturbed by it. But now the coughing was every few days instead of a couple times a month or three days of coughing followed by months without a single damn cough.

It got really bad mid January. I took her into the vet. The same one who’d listened to her heart in August. He listened again. Nothing out of the ordinary. She didn’t have fluid in her lungs. Her energy was fine. He sent me home with antibiotics and a cough suppressant and told me to come back if she didn’t improve after a few days of treatment. She improved. Not right away. There were scary times where her breathing was all labored, but after a few days of the meds, she was doing better, and by the end she seemed fine.

And then we get to last Sunday and I hear a cough and that wasn’t good. And then Monday she’s coughing a bit more and I’m getting nervous. I talk to my parents and we agree to not do anything yet because illnesses can linger and her energy was fine. My mom came over that night and we were standing by the laundry closet doors and my pup pulled a toy out of her toy basket and was just running all over the living room with it. She was shaking her head and growling and having an absolute blast flinging that thing everywhere for the entire lengthy time my mom and I were chatting. She didn’t look sick. She looked like a puppy with lots of gray hair.

Then my mom leaves and we sit on the couch and she rolls over for belly rubs and immediately has to roll back over to cough. Then she cuddles up to me and we sit there and watch TV and I pet her and then I take her out and we go through our nighttime routine. She seemed fine.

Tuesday was a good day. She had energy. We played a bit with one of her favorite toys. We had some good cuddles. I only heard a few coughs.

Wednesday morning she seemed ok energy wise. She coughed when she rolled over for belly rubs right after I got home from my morning walk (solo cause it’s long & hilly. She also got one every morning). I didn’t notice anything abnormal during the day. Then we go out for our evening walk and she’s sluggish. That also wasn’t abnormal cause her energy had been fading for the last few years. Sometimes she’d race through our walks. Sometimes she liked to take a leisurely pace. I never worried cause if a car zoomed past she’d lunge and bark and if she saw a dog, she’d lose her mind. But we passed a couple dogs that night and nothing. That had me on edge. But then we get inside and I put on her favorite TV show, Person of Interest, and she was barking up a storm at Bear and seemed fine. I take that as a positive sign and relax a little.

I make dinner. We go to the couch for nightly cuddles. She rolls over for belly rubs. Starts coughing immediately. I pet her through it. Then she cuddles into my side and coughs a couple more times as we sit there. I put her to bed at her usual bedtime. I hear her coughing a few times as I’m struggling to fall asleep. Then I wake up Thursday and she’s in bad shape. I don’t wanna describe it cause it’s too fucking tough to type and traumatic. But I get us scheduled with the nearby vet asap* and I keep an eye on my girl and her scary symptoms. The symptoms subside a bit. Then my mom comes over to help keep me calm as we wait for our appointment time. My baby perks up when she hears my mom knock. She runs from the couch to the door. She’s wagging her tail and barking and jumping on my mom. She goes and chugs half her bowl of water. We sit there with her for over an hour petting her as we talk. She’s breathing ok. Her tail is between her legs, so that’s a sign something isn’t right. But she’s getting all the love from us and seemed happy.

Then we leave. She pees and poops on the way (I didn’t take her out first thing that morning cause part of the scary badness that I’m skipping is that she peed inside). The vet comes in and listens to her. I show a video I took of her that morning. The vet’s reaction said it all. She snapped into action. Took my baby out of the room for x-rays. As that was happening we were going over pricing options with a tech and then shit kinda really hit the fan cause the x-rays were bad. No specialty review necessary. She had fluid around her heart. So we start talking about transporting her to a specialist. They bring my girl back in. The tech just kinda drops the leash and steps away as soon as my girl is through the door. She starts racing directly to me and she collapses. My mom runs for help. They take her away again. The vet ends up doing the procedure she would have sent us elsewhere to do. Basically draining the fluid. It’s blood. They get her stable and hooked up on oxygen and give me the option of trying to get her to the animal hospital for further intervention. But the vet was clear that she’d probably die on the way and it was VERY clear at that point that she wasn’t gonna get better from this. It was a heart tumor. Something had ruptured and started bleeding. There was no fix. So I made the call to let her go. We got my dad and my brother on the line and told them to get their asses over to us. We stood there petting my baby as we waited. Then we said goodbye.

*In hindsight I maybe should have gotten her in the car and driven her to an emergency hospital. But the closest one ISN’T close. And that wouldn’t have changed the outcome. She hated the car enough that she would pant during two minute drives. 40 minutes (assuming relatively light rush hour traffic which is probably a bad assumption so more like 60 min) of that while she was already in breathing distress might have killed her. But assuming we made it, they could have intervened and maybe bought her a day or two. But this wasn’t something she was gonna get better from. That extra time would have been full of pain. So I made the right call. She got more loves from me and my mom at home and got to pass peacefully nearby while she was surrounded by everyone who loved her.

So I’m devastated and completely out of my mind at the moment. I don’t know what’s up or down. I’m keeping myself occupied between sobbing fits by going through all the pictures I’ve taken over the years. It’s a pain in the ass because my storage habits are terrible and my screenshotting habits are worse so I have hundreds of thousands of images scattered everywhere and now I have to dig through them to find my girl.

Here are some painful lessons I’ve learned from this:

Don’t store 77k images in a single folder on an external hard drive. You won’t be able to copy them all over to the iCloud at a single time unless you have a fuckton of available disk space on your Mac. And trying to scroll through the images will push your computer dangerously close to the limits (I really need a new machine 😬)

Don’t rely too heavily on Snapchat to takes pics. It’s fun in the moment, but 5-6 years later you’re gonna cringe & regret that all your cute dogs pics from that era are plastered over with weird graphics. A Happy Mother’s Day pic with my dog on the couch behind me, hearts all above us, and a damn Wookie filter plastered over my face? jfc 🤦🏼‍♀️

Do give yourself a refresher on how Snapchat works lest you go through and favorite a bunch of memories, see a pop up flash about them getting added to a story, and then have a full on panic attack in front of your parents about how you might have accidentally shared semi-naked pics of yourself with the few people that still follow you 😅 (Yes, I’ve been been known to take and share some risqué pics. Yes, I wanted to download them before deleting them. I might be grieving, but I can still see a pic of my 2018 back muscles and think “Damn!” 🫣🤣)

Don’t be so lax and sloppy about your picture storage habits that you’re forced to keyword search your text messages for pictures cause it’s a good way to find out just how many women you’ve texted dog pics to throughout the years 🥴 She was a great wing woman, but she also loved to clam jam me cause she thought she was the one who should be getting kisses when I’d sit on my couch with a woman 😂

Do find a balance between taking pictures of every damn thing and living in the moment. I stopped taking lots of pics since my east coast move cause I wanted to get away from my compulsive snapping. Now I regret not taking at least one daily shot of her sleeping on the couch.

Do have other people take pictures of you and your dog. So far I’ve only found two different occasions on which someone else took a picture of me and my baby together. All other pics of us are terrible selfies or feature just my hand/arm/legs. I have memories of all those moments that I spent with her, but it hurts to not have a father away perspective on them. Part of this is my fault for living thousands of miles from my family, being fairly closed off to human connections aside from shallow hookups and activity buddies, and viewing my home as a sacred domain accessible to people only if there wasn’t another option for where we could hang out.

Thank you anyone who has made it this far. Please go hug your pets and tell them that you love them. If you would like to leave me a note, that’s very welcome. I don’t have the energy to engage, so it’s unlikely I will respond until the day my energy returns. Idk when that will be. Right now I’m still in the sobbing hysterically as I process my new reality phase. I need to get through that before I’ll be ready to start communicating normally. I’m hopeful that I’ll only need a week or two in this phase. But who knows. Grief is hard to predict. All I can do now is stay patient and work through it.

#personal #dog death tw #pet death tw #grief #the ao3 author's curse is undefeated #I really wrote chapter 17 into existence #ugh #I'm finding the lolz where I can

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thegrimalldis · 9 months

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A Series of Random Moments - Ingrid

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[Ingrid]: He hasn't been himself this past week. He barely eats, doesn't want to go for walks or even have his nightly treats.

[Dr. Davidson]: The tests have confirmed its his stomach again.

[Ingrid]: What can we do? Surgery? I don't have his doggie bag packed but I can run home and get it. He can't sleep without his Mr. Blue.

[Dr. Davidson]: Your Highness. Surgery is not the best option for Ziggy.

[Ingrid]: I want him to get better.

[Dr. Davidson]: He's not going to get better. He's not strong enough to under go any surgery with his age and current health. He's only going to get worse.

[Ingrid]: What are you saying?

[Dr. Davidson]: He's had a long beautiful life and you've taken good care of him.

[Ingrid]:...

[Dr. Davidson]: I'll give you a moment.

[Ingrid]: Oh Ziggy.

[Ingrid]: It’s going to be okay, boy.

[Ingrid]: I don’t want to believe he’s gone.

[Eleanor]: I know this is hard, honey but you made the right choice for Ziggy. He was not going to get better.

[William]: He was a good dog. He’ll be greatly missed.

[Ingrid]: He was more than a dog to me. He was family.

[Ingrid]: I remember the day they brought you home. I remember it so clearly. They placed you in my little arms and you snuggled up against me.

I had wished for a dog every Christmas and every birthday for as long as I could remember and finally there you were. You captured my heart in an instant. My precious Ziggy.

We grew up together, you and I. Spending our summers beneath this tree, me reading whatever novel I could get my hands on and you napping beside me.

You were always beside me. Every heartbreak, every loss you were right there with your unconditional love. Letting me hug you and licking away my tears.

Even though letting you go was right thing to do and I know this in my heart, I do. I am still grieving.

You were my family, my best-friend and I'll miss you.

I will always love you, my precious Ziggy