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#tw: pet death
mango-pup · 1 day
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Preface to this, I think that any decision on when is right to put an animal down is personal, and that too soon is better than to late. I don't think any of this about other people. But logic is not currently driving so.
How do you look at a dog, and decide it's time? How do I walk into the vets office and say hi, I think we should kill my dog, this being that has been an extension of me for the past 11 years? The one that's wiggling her butt at you and snuffling for treats. The one that relies on me to make all the best decisions for her, that trusts me and loves me unconditionally. This constant that's been with me through cross-atlantic moves, 2 cities, 5 houses, a PhD, and a pandemic. That got me from a 24 year old who allowed herself to be pushed down, to a 35 year old who pulls everyone up with her. Who showed me the beauty of adventure, who got me out hiking and camping and showed me how to give myself grace by giving her grace. How do I make this final decision? (And practically, how do I even start the conversation with my vet when I can't even think it and still speak?).
Mango's legs are going. She's been stumbling for a while. But now it's in the house too, and she's going down onto the ground, not catching herself. Her back legs are wobbly, and I don't want her to get to the point that she goes down and she can't get back up. She's also the most stoic dog. I'm pretty sure you could chop a leg off and she'd go "Eh, I wasn't using that one anyway", but there are times I look at her and she looks tense, she's panting and she just looks, off. I am a firm believer that too soon is better than too late, and that "more good days than bad" is still too many bad days. But how? How when they are still wiggling and snuggling at you?
Dogs should live forever.
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sumitiper · 4 months
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I want to give my biggest and deepest condolences to GoodTimesWithScar and his family on the passing of his beloved cat Jellie.
As much as I have only been watching his content for a little over 2 years now I was immediately aware of his love for that cat. That cat that got added into the game that means so much to him and so much to us, all of his viewers. Jellie was an extraordinary cat that has been with Scar for a long time, through highs and lows. It is frankly hard to think of Scar as a person without remembering his immense love of his cat.
It is incredibly unfair that our pets cannot live as long as us. May you rest in peace Jellie, we shall all miss you very much.
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a-real-life-hermit · 4 months
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to jellie
your lover boy will forever hold you in his arms and keep a spot warm for you on the router, or behind his monitor, or on his computer.
you take up a special place in our hearts and have been a pillar in the hermitcraft community, guarding and watching over all the servers since you came to join us in the game.
may your spirit wander Scarland forever, and may you live on through our creativity and community.
sleep well, little one.
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cosmxc-ars3hol3 · 4 months
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rest in peace jellie, you will be missed by everyone who knew you and everyone who saw you in scars videos
fly high, queen jellie
2006-2024
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definitelynotshouting · 4 months
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A Kemetic prayer to Bast for Jellie
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Hail to You, O' Bast, Who guards the Two Lands! Hail to You, Iryt Ra! You who are swift and cunning, You who strike down enemies and nurture children. I ask that You protect and nurture the cat Jellie as she crosses into Your domain, through the Duat and into Your Hour. I ask that she is kept from harm and given safety and shelter in the cradle of Your arms. Hail to You, O' Bast, Devouring Lady, Mother of my Soul! I offer sweet cheese and fruits. I offer spiced tea and toasted nuts. I offer the ring of my sistrum. May Jellie only know warmth and good food with You, the comfort of the sun. May she hunt on under Your guidance. May she find peace and joy within Your company. Hail to You, O' Bast, Lady of the Ointments, the Knowledge through which death cannot approach too closely! I light this candle and ask that all those who have called this cat family find comfort and peace in this time of her absence. I ask that Your Light guides her to You, and that she remains safely within Your domain. May her name be forever remembered. May her ba be forever nourished through the shrines and images made in her honor. Thus it is done. Dua Bast!
this is free to reblog if you so choose, and i hope whoever reads it can find even a small measure of comfort in it❤️❤️❤️❤️🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂
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colferpics · 5 months
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chriscolfer: Our beautiful and beloved Cooper has crossed the rainbow bridge. He was the most loving dog I’ve ever known, always the life of the party, a natural ladies man, an obsessive athlete, the warmest snuggle-bug, and sometimes a total diva. Cooper cast a spell on everyone he met. On the day we adopted him from the @/SCGRR, the whole neighborhood came to his foster home to wish him farewell. On the the day we lost him, the entire staff of the veterinarian hospital came to his room to say goodbye. The hardest part of being his dad was knowing I’d never be as attractive, charismatic, or photogenic as him. The rest was heaven. Your daddies love you so much, Scoop-Scoop. Thanks for being our bubba. We will miss you forever. ❤️ [posted Nov 18, 2023]
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pastafossa · 4 months
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Pet loss below the cut.
Cato was my cat. That's the long and short of it.
From the first night I had him when he curled up against my neck to fall asleep with me, to his final night when he curled up on my chest to try and comfort me, there is not a single day I've been home that I haven't had my kitten chow with me. He was my tiny shadow, always trotting along after me or singing at me from around the house with that long Siamese wail or bringing me scores of socks he hid god knows where (although once he brought me an entire umbrella instead, which he was understandably proud of). He was by my pillow every night cuddled up against my arm, and we fit together like two puzzle pieces, like that little crook in my arm was designed for him, for his exact shape and size. He was with me through my health issues, through high school and college, through moving states, through covid, through tears, through the loss of other pets. He was there as I really learned to write, and there is not a single chapter of TRT that was written without his presence for at least a section of it even if it meant I had to stop editing or writing for a bit and just stare at the words instead because he wanted to be held NOW. And he even managed to hold off the cancer just long enough to walk with me through mom's hospital stay and her return home. I was his person, and he was my soul cat, a piece of me.
I was so torn last night. He was clearly in pain, dehydrated, wobbly, confused and restless, and couldn't get to the litter box. It had been really clear this week the moment was coming, that the cancer was going to take him soon. I'd had this big plan, to have it all happen at home in peace. He hated the vet, hated the stress, but it happened so fast, and I just... knew he couldn't wait for the vet's office to open so she could come here. He'd chosen his time and it was now.
I held him at the emergency vet when they gave him the sedative. I managed to choke out that silly singing tone that always made him happy, as I called him every last nickname he knew: my Cato-wato kitten chow, my Cato kins, my little Mr. meow meow, my sweet happy baby kitty. I made sure all he could see with those big beautiful blue eyes of his was me, as I petted his soft little ears and scratched his neck just the way he liked. And he actually managed to purr for me. He purred as he slipped away and the lights went out, and it was the last sound I ever got to hear from him.
I already miss you so, so much, my sweet old kitty, my Cato kitten chow. I'm sorry it couldn't be at home. But thank you for purring for me. Thank you for spending your journey with me. Thank you for the love you gave me. Thank you for the big meows and the headbonks and perching on my shoulder to interrupt with a breaking news story of Meow Meow. Thank you for the stealing of hundreds of my socks over 16 years and the way you always wanted to sit on me regardless of convenience or your own comfort. Thank you for letting me scoop you up for head smoochies, guarding me from nightmares, and solemnly supervising over 150 chapters of TRT. My soul cat, my baby kitty, my lovebug. I will always love and miss you. And one day I'll see you again.
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bonefarm · 29 days
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I came home today and found Kairi lying still in the goat pen. I haven’t quite figured out what to do with that yet.
We loved her a whole lot. She was only 5.
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gearbroth · 7 months
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at about 3:30 am this night on october 3rd 2023, my childhood pet of almost 18 years old passed away. making this post an hour later. no words to say or really reason to post this. can't stop thinking about how we lost our youngest cat to the same illness around this time last year too. it's a strange and disorienting feeling to confront the thought either that for years i didn't think id be the one to outlive
might hiatus a bit, unsure, never really predictable how my will to do anything at all gets in mourning but hell, you'd think i'd be used to this by now
i guess if i can muster any words of wise to those reading my delirious rambling; take a break. spend time with your loved ones, family, friends, and give your pet a hug. cherish their heartbeat and remember the way their breath rises and falls and how it whistles out their nose. don't know when it stops til it's just gone.
for those without and have shouldered this pain before, I'm sorry, there really is no way to anticipate it or carry that grief without shaking hands.
dont know how to end this, probably delete when i finally get some sleep, but yea, goodnight. hope its quiet and dreamless
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aurumacadicus · 24 days
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Well. Put down my cat this morning.
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Rest in peace, Callie. No one knew the decadence of relaxation like you.
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yukipri · 8 months
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Tw: pet death
Lu just passed away.
It was a regular annual checkup. He was deemed completely healthy. He then had a sudden allergic reaction to his rabies vaccine, despite having had it before. Had a heart attack. Vet did what she could but nothing could be done.
Apologies in advance if i am unresponsive. I am in shock.
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radio-free-beth-sarim · 3 months
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I accidentally San Junipero'd my cat
My cat died in late October of last year. Skooma was very special to me, as he and his still living sister Knives are my first cats. And Skooma was MY cat. Just my lovable little shadow buddy. Losing him has been extremely hard.
Recently friends got into Monster Hunter Rise and I freaking love Monster Hunter so I jumped in with them. Imagine my surprise and shock when I log back in to the game after a year and see my palico... Skooma. I knew I named my palico Skooma but seeing it was still shocking. I had to take a moment to have a good cry.
As I've been playing, I've realized that in a way this is kind of like Skooma's afterlife. He's here in Monster Hunter with me, and he always will be for as long as the game is up. My sweet little boy gets to hunt monsters with me. Like he's been uploaded to digital afterlife where he gets to play all he wants.
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I still love you, Skoomie. Always will.
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Goodbye Marla.
"Try to remember her how she lived, not how she died."
We lost our cat this week and it came sudden, she wasn't that old. That quote is from my toddler and it is the wisest thing I heard in a while. It might take me some time to get over the pain of her loss but I want to remember her as she lived. And I will make a follow up post that will be happier.
Today is the time to grieve.
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seananmcguire · 1 year
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This was Alice. She's the cat who saved my life. She was my best friend and my favorite thing in the entire world, and in 2017, she was diagnosed with large-cell lymphoma, and in 2018, she lost her fight to stay with me. On February 13, 2018, she went to the clearing at the end of the path, and she didn't take me with her, and honestly, it's sort of a miracle I didn't follow.
I miss her so much. I cry all the time. Everything I do is done in a haze of Alice-isn't-here, every day, forever. And right now, we're counting down the last days before she's been gone for five whole years, and I can't stop crying.
I just want my cat back.
Please. I miss her.
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simelune · 2 months
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it' been a bit of a week for the boripat household...
mali went to the city to have a friendly hangout while the flea market was in town - bought a cute lamp 💡
duchess had gotten her last cuddles and passed on.. and only a few days later, clover passed away too...
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happy-lemon · 2 months
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FAREWELL, LANDO
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