Pet Death - Tumblr Posts

Today has been very hard as we had to put our sweet Rusty to sleep at the ripe old age of 15. He crossed the Rainbow Bridge peacefully and painlessly, and it could not have gone better. He had a great life with us and will be greatly missed...

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Watching my Mother's dog Levi today, he's such a sweet boy. My childhood dog Edward passed a few weeks ago and Levi was raised around him, makes me miss my good boy. Levi is so remarkably soft I wonder what she's feeding him.

I made a post on twitter about it but I'm desperate for help so I'm also making a post on tumblr as well, info on the tweet.

(CW PET DEATH, PET LOSS, PET SICKNESS) tldr; my dog bean is suffering from the same disease that took my late dog zero who I sadly had to euthanise because I couldn't pay for his vet appointments + age and how advanced his tumors were. it's very early on for Bean so I want to do all in my hands to take care of him and his vet appointments to make sure he lives as long as he can. this dog is my family and all I have here. I'm desperate.

D0N0 post for helping my dog pass peacefully.

Cw pet death, sickness and passing

Donation link HERE

Bean is on his lasts..it's really really bad. i'm devastated and i can barely put myself together i put it better in this tweet to put it shortly, i have till tuesday to gather the total of the euthanasia and incinerating. adding the fees, it rounds up to 300 euros to have him pass as soon as possible and cut his suffering as soon as possible, too.

One of the hardest things about working in a veterinary ER is delivering bad news. I feel like at least once a shift someone is blindsided by their pet being diagnosed with a condition they’ve never heard of before. In many cases this is unavoidable but I really feel that some of the most common critical emergencies I see would be easier for owners to process if they had prior knowledge about the illness.

The following infographic is far from a comprehensive list and truthfully I have a LOT more to say about diagnosis, prevention, and treatment of each of these conditions. However, this image shows just a few of the major points that I wish owners had been able to prepare for prior to hearing about them in the ER. Some of these conditions are preventable and some are not but they all require an owner to make difficult decisions in a crisis situation. If your pet fits into one of these categories, please just do a quick google about the condition, and maybe discuss with your vet signs that you can watch for at home.

You're just a stupid little girl who still cries over her pets who have long since passed

I miss him so much

My Amber baby

Sleepy, soft, happy Amber kitty

Who would come lie down with me in the morning

I miss him so much

One day, when I can look at his pictures without crying, I'm going to make a memorial album for him.

For now... this is all I can handle

Fly high rabbit

So uh, i wasnt expecting to make a drawing like this today i just thought i would make goofy drowned au art but uh, i did draw this cues one of our rats rabbit passed away today so uh yeah, i'll miss him even tho i didnt play or bond with him alot but uh yeah thats mainly it

TW: Pet Death

My cat, Katniss, is 13 years old, and she’s going to die soon. Ive had her since i was a little kid, and i am not okay. I don’t know how I am going to cope with this when she is gone. She’s my baby. I love her, she is a mama cat. She mothers everything she can. She used to bathe my guinea pigs when i had them, and she bathes my two other cats and my dog, who is like 6 times her size at least. She is the head of the household. It is her house we just live in it and pay the bills for it.

My cat is getting put down today. Im laying on my couch with her on my chest and we are chilling together.

R.I.P Mittens.

so.... we had to put down my eldest cat. im definitely taking a break, just to fully process. i swear i had a normal crying session with a panic attack for about 40 minutes... anyways...

all i regret is not being able to say goodbye to him before my mom took him to the vet without letting me know. i was working up to it, but i just couldn't... it hurts a lot and i know its natural but for him to just be gone so suddenly.... its hard. harder than i thought.. hes been with me through so much. he was there when i was a baby. 19 years ive known him and it ended like this. i wish i could've done more for him.. i guess its inevitable to feel so broken though. rest in peace, baby. you and your grinch toes. i love you. and im sorry i couldnt be with you for your last breath.

my pet rabbit died about 6 months ago and it's really hitting me hard again. i don't know why but i feel like being a ghost is rude to her because I'm still alive and she's not. i just wish i could pet her again. i love her so much. she was amazing, I should post pictures of her sometime.

I’m begging. They die. And they die. And they die. Even if they manage to live to old age, they don’t go easily or comfortably. If they live past kittenhood, the older they are, the easier a target they become and the higher their odds of hitting coyote/toxoplasmosis/car/etc lottery

i'll tell you what converted me to being all-in on keeping cats indoors only:

living for a year and a half in a rural area with a sudden feral cat colony explosion on the property.

i moved in with my folks for a bit and at that time, one (1) stray cat mama had taken up residence on the property, but was too feral to let my mother anywhere near her. but especially after she brought three kittens around, mom fed her and the kittens in hopes they'd grow trusting enough she could catch for spay and neuter at the minimum. momcat stayed mean and hella wary, but the kittens would hang around a little nearer and play with my mom via long stick, but still wouldn't come close enough to touch or catch.

unfortunately, two of the three kittens were girls and started having kittens of their own before further progress was made, shortly after i moved in. and that was pretty much instant doom.

there were so many kittens. SO MANY. multiple litters. every time we turned around, more kittens.

we fed them. we hunted for and located the kittens every time anywhere on the property and would move them to a repurposed doghouse anytime a mama cat had them somewhere else, so that they could grow up human-socialized and we could spay/neuter them when they were old enough. (also it was a handy tactic to push the issue of the mamas getting more used to/trusting of us themselves. only really worked with one of them, though.)

and we watched them die.

we watched litter after litter of kittens never make it to the age they could be spayed or neutered. the moms stayed, for the longest time, too skittish to more than briefly touch, much less catch and crate for a vet visit.

it sounds like a silly joke to say i have kitten-related ptsd, but i absolutely do.

too many goddamn times i'd walk out of the garage and find the carport and gravel drive strewn with tiny bodies. others simply went missing, never to be found.

one in particular, i wish i hadn't found, and the visual literally haunts me still, almost a decade later.

i saw so many kittens die of snake bite, spider bite, wild dogs, birds of prey, hit by cars, respiratory illness, covered in fleas and eyes crusted with infection.

and we loved them all. scrimped for antibiotics if the vet could be convinced to give it to us despite our being unable to bring them in. bought flea collars and ointments. we cared for them and fed them and petted them and played with them, brushed their fur and cleaned up their little faces, put ice in their water in hot summer, rigged a heating lamp in their house in the winter.

and they died. horribly. that property is pocked with unmarked graves of kittens and cats.

all the best intentions, not enough resources, and it didn't matter anyways because the population went from three to almost twenty (at times, over thirty) in the blink of an eye.

they died and died and died. our hearts broke over and over again. the stress and anxiety wore us down like sandpaper. i think, by the end of it all, we managed to find less than 10 of them all homes, including batman the disabled kitten i found a home across the country through tumblr.

it was carnage and tragedy, frankly. and we were helpless.

it only ended because they started dying faster than they could be born, and because we finally caught the two remaining mom cats in traps and got them spayed.

the points about outdoor cats being invasive predators devastating to local wildlife populations is true and valid and important.

but i know cat people, and cat people who don't know better than to let cats outdoors. what matters to you is the cat itself, generally. the cat being happy and taken care of.

keeping cats outdoors, letting them outdoors, is not taking care of the cats. it's not protecting them. it's not giving them any happiness or invigoration that couldn't be provided to them as indoor-only pets with just a little research and effort.

they die. they get ill. they get hurt. they're at risk of predators, and cars, and disease, and carelessly cruel children and deliberately cruel adults. they're at risk of disappearing on you because someone else saw a cat outdoors and intervened to give it a better, safer life not in conflict with the local environment.

and if that offends and angers you that someone would just take a cat they saw roaming outdoors, even collared, and that it sounds like i'm endorsing that, i am, but not if you intervene and be that person yourself for your own cat.

if what matters to you is doing right by your cat because it's family and a living creature whose happiness and health and safety is important to you,

keep them indoors. not part time. always. exclusively.

edit: since apparently i need to clarify this, i'm saying cats should live inside, that they should not live outdoors, even part time. visiting the outdoors supervised on a leash or in an enclosed catio is not the same as even part-time living outside, and i am certainly not advocating against it.

We said goodbye to my fur baby yesterday. 😭 Thank you so much to those of you who still follow me, even though I haven’t been able to write in forever. I’ll miss my writing partner every day for the rest of my life.

☺️ thank you Hope & everyone else who took part in Smudge appreciation. There was nothing he loved more than people stopping to smile at him, so wherever he is he’s a happy boy.

Doggo photos! Guys, meet my little fur angel, Smudge! He passed away a year ago from a stroke, but while he was here he gave me lots of laughs! And begrudging snuggles when he realized we were the only ones home and he had nobody else to lay on.

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Smudge is a wonderful boy and his memory will live on in the many people who see him for the good boy he is <3

I know I periodically ask people to look at Alice, but I would like to explain why.

That, above, is Alice when she was just ten days old. It was December 2008, and I had gone to Seattle to prepare to die. I was tired, I was dealing with a massive disruption in my social circle, and I was done. So I went to see friends, and to say my goodbyes before I went home and politely made my exit. I had a fully articulated plan, and no desire to tell people about it, which is not a good place to be.

Then we went to visit Betsy, who had recently ushered a litter of kittens into the world. And she put this little blue tabby potato in my hand and said "That's the girl."

And just like that, I decided to live. "Do you take checks?" I replied, and Alice entered my life.

(That makes it sound much easier than it was. Betsy was intending to keep Alice, who was without flaw by Maine Coon breed standards. Seriously, she was the kind of cat breeders work to produce for their entire careers. I spent two months wearing Betsy down before she agreed to let me have her.)

Alice was my first Maine Coon. Alice was my heart and soul somehow walking around outside of my body. She was without flaw. She was everything I wanted in this world, and she loved me as much as I loved her, and I would happily trade a year of my life for another hour with her in my arms.

In 2017, I went to Australia as a convention guest, and when I came home, Alice wasn't right. She was always food-motivated, and she was refusing to eat. I made a vet appointment immediately, and we started the necessary tests to find out what was wrong. Roughly a month later, while I was at another convention, my vet called me.

"I am so so sorry," she said, and the world ended.

Alice had large-cell feline lymphoma. It wasn't a surgically treatable cancer; we were going to have to go through chemo, and hope. So we did. And we did everything it was possible to do. Thanks to my Patreon, there was never a point where I had to decline treatment due to money, and I know what an incredible gift that was. Bit by bit, she faded, but she was still my Alice, and we were still fighting.

Then, on February 13th, 2018, I woke up and she was stretched out along my side from hip to knee, making the worst sound I have ever heard every time she took a breath. I didn't want to let her go. I could no longer make her stay. We left for the vet immediately, and my oncologist agreed that she was done; she was ready to go, and the last gift she gave me was staying by my side, not running and hiding like most cats would.

I held her. I sang "Beautiful Beast" for her. And she went ahead of me to the clearing at the end of the path, to the place she stopped me from going.

I miss her more than I knew I could miss anything in this world. She was my best friend and my favorite thing, and my mother told people I'd lost a child to explain why I would just wander around, dead-eyed and sobbing. Alice saved me when I didn't think it was possible, and I'm grateful; I have no such plans at this point.

But fuck my poor, broken heart, I just want her to come home. And in the absence of that as an option, I want everyone to look at Alice.

Please look at my poor girl.

Feeling pretty sad today, grief is a very hard thing to cope with.

My aunt just had to put her dog to sleep after 14 years of love. Rest in Peace Ruby 🙏🪽💔

I made this in honour of my cats Bronco, who passed away in June of 2022, and his daughter Tamaira, who died about a week ago

Here are some photos of them