Pets of the Past, How to deal with pets passing Options

[Zen Clarke]

Okay, so, I've been debating on making this topic for a while now. I...don't think my dog is going to be around for much longer, and that's really hard on me because I've had her since I was five. Almost 12 years. Anyway, I was just wondering if I'm weird for crying because of this? Have any of you guys lost your dog or cat, or hey, even your goldfish and been pretty upset about it? Our pets can be a huge part of our lives. They comfort us when we're sick or sad, loyal, and you can say the stupidest thing to them and they'll just tilt their head and look as if they're saying, "You know, I never thought of it that way! You're brilliant!!"

My dog, Sugar...I love her so much. But she recently got what we think is Cushing's Disease. It's where they drink a lot of water, and have little bladder control (which for a Cocker Spaniel is, like, really bad, because they already have issues with their bladders. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/lalaexdee.gif) They pee when they get really excited). Then, a few days ago, my dog did something and bit her lip somehow, so that she's bleeding almost constantly, and there's nothing we can do to stop the bleeding, and she can't eat because it hurts her, and when she does it, she pukes it back up because she's been swallowing blood. She won't even drink much water! And when we take her out, we have to carry her back up the stairs. She's so thin. I pet her and can feel her bones...it's really weird because a few weeks ago, she was the fatest dog alive. I'm really sad, and scared. I know she's not going to last much longer. Any words of advice?

[Twilight Wandere...]

Twin...

My story isn't the total same as your's, but it is close.

When I was about seven, just a little over a week before my birthday, my mom said I could get a kitten to keep me company as part of my present. So we decided to go to the pound and look. They didn't have any cats, but they were filled with dogs. I trudged back to the car, disappointed, when a woman got out of her own car with a siamese kitten in a carrier. My mom started talking to the woman, and the woman said that some teenage boys dumped this kitten on her lawn while they were skateboarding. She said she couldn't keep it because she had dogs, so she was going to leave it here. My mom offered to take it since I wouldn't stop playing with the kitten, and the pound was full anyway. I named my adorable ball of fluff Cocoa. <3

I had her until I was about thirteen. Six years. I loved her all I could, and she did the cutest things, like when I was reading on my bunkbed she would climb on the top, cuddle, and read with me.

Well, one day my step-brother decided to play a trick on me, so he opened the front door and chased my cat out into the street. She got hit by a car and died almost immediatly. I saw all of this, and I could not stop crying. My mother said I didn't sleep for two weeks, I just constantly cried. To this day, three years later, I still cry when I think about her.

My condolences about your dog, I hope she get's better. :[