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graylinesspam · 1 month
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My 13 year old cat passed away a few days ago. We've had him for more than half of my life. And honestly, I'm not sure if I ever really liked him that much. He was loud and obnoxious. And he did things he wasn't supposed to on purpose. We all called him a jack ass because he was mean to the other cats. And he was difficult. And spiteful.
But he was ours for 13 years. For his whole life. We found him washed up in a hurricane when he was a baby. He was never quite right in the head. Maybe a little brain damaged. But he liked us so much. I don't know if any cat has ever really loved being a part of our family so much before.
He passed away peacefully. Asleep in one of his spots. Full belly.
Dad dug the hole.
I don't think mom wanted to touch him at first. None of us did. We don't do well with dead things.
But she put her hand to his side for the last time. Left behind a distinct print in his fur. He went into the ground that way.
i keep picturing that.
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Sad News
Today, my beloved dog, that I have for fourteen years ever since I was a little girl and she a little stray puppy, passed away today. I could really use some love and comfort right now from you guys. Because, I’m gonna miss her so much. I can’t believe she’s really gone…. crying…. I loved her so much… just please spread some comfort and love to me because I really need some right now…
To @themagicwolf6677, @avaveevo, @crazychanuwu77, @prospitdaydreamer
and those who follow me…
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betta-go-brrrrrrrrrr · 2 months
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Rest in peace Blue Gatorade, you were loved, and you will not be forgotten. Have fun swimming your little fishy heart out as a ghost my friend
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myrthing · 2 months
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Our darling departed Dante dog was a German pinscher/minpin cross, and I'm forever biased towards pinschers. They're smart, silly, gorgeous dogs that are full of energy.
Those pics are from Dante's last year, when he was 14. He went grey as he got older, but as a young dog he was RED.
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(Genuinely the colours of this pic are completely accurate to reality, it's not thrown off by the couch.)
He had to be put to sleep a year and a half ago. He had skin cancer and his cognitive decline was significant at that point, so it was the best decision. People still thought he was a puppy until the end, he had so much energy. <3
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lycantherous · 1 year
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Florida wildlife conservation raided a facility and killed over 30 snakes. Even went out of the way to kill the legally owned boa, incorrectly, causing it to suffer for at least 20 mins before passing. This is after being told repeatedly not too by the caretaker that was presnt. Made a bloodbath of the floor.
The officers were having so much fun.
This is animal rights
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danger-blog · 5 months
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decomposing leopard slug
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peskypoetry · 9 months
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Over The Rainbow Bridge - Poem by the Pesky Poet
Over The Rainbow Bridge - Poem by the Pesky Poet It is never easy to say goodbye to a pet, it is harder when they are so young. This week the family lost a 10 month old cat. #PastPets #RainbowBridge #Loss #GoodBye
Your little paws left us, As you headed off too soon, Before we could say goodbye, You had been inhumed. *** We watched you grow, Like a precocious child, You pushed the limits, So young and wild. *** Without warning, You set off on your journey, Across the rainbow bridge, Without care or worry. *** And we must stay here, Left behind when you went, With our memories of you, We have wept. *** Over…
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gl00mxstar · 11 months
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Year since she's been gone
4th June 2022
If we had normal people in our area that aren't murderers she'd still be there
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scitty · 2 years
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I miss my cat so much it hurts :(
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thelittleratboy · 2 years
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Imagine this . . .
You get some pet gerbils, You LOVE them with all your soul.
They help you cope with your failing mental health,
They make you genuinely happy for once in a long time.
Three years pass. You move out but your lease doesn’t allow pets so you sadly leave them there.
One day you visit your parents, listening to music about to go in your old room
Then your mom stops you, “[name]… there’s something I have to tell you…”
Your dad comes behind you, gently stroking your back as your mom tells you the news.
You are in shock. You don’t want believe her. You push past her into your room.
You look into the cage that holds your pride and joy. No. NO.
You collapsed onto the cage, animalistic crying rings out of you. You beg him to wake up.
You beg and beg. If not for you then for his mate, huddled in the corner alone. He knows too.
You hold his little, lifeless body in your hands, “please don’t do this. I NEED you. PLEASE.”
Your dad takes him from your hands, “listen gizmo,” you know it’s bad when he brings out your nickname.
“I know it’s hard, I do, but he’s gone.” the toughest man you know, now crying with you.
Fast forward to the next day, you text your friend about it, their response?
“Dude chill. It’s just a rat. you can literally find another one in a fucking alleyway.”
You could, but would it make you as happy? Would it try to burrow into your hand, making you laugh?
Would it curl up on your chest, making you feel like the most special pet bed in the world?
Would you feel the same way when it’s mate cuddles up to it and make it squeak in happiness?
Would you be able to put it on your shoulder, parading it around? Would it truly fix the gap in your heart?
No. It wouldn’t. No matter what you say to yourself. He’s gone and you have to live with it.
Now stop imagining. Cause that was yesterday for me.
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sadistic-softie · 13 days
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I was raised by insects.
When I was born up until the divorce, I didn't spend as much time with my parents as I probably ought to. My dad was often drunk and my mom was always away at work, and when together, they argued and fought often. I played with bugs, drank soda, chewed on myself, and ate candy as I fell hungry being unable to cook for myself. I spent most of my time crouched and digging in the dirt. Plucking up grubs and worms, shaking off ants. Watching spiders and millipedes crawl away, in awe of their many legs. Stroking gently upon the backs of soft, dark caterpillars. Worms were my favorite to catch. Slimy, squirming dirt eaters with no legs at all. I often kept them and they often died. Many friends of mine enjoyed splitting them in half to watch both parted sides wiggle. I hated it because I loved worms and I never did it myself, but I also didn't always stop them. Sometimes I liked to watch too. Something was fascinating and magnetizing about the way a worm squirmed in pain when you split it. How both sides wiggled aimlessly. I believe this is the cause of me. Why I've been increasingly drawn to the morbid over the years. I think that's where it started.
Also the trauma of accidentally killing my pet mouse by putting it and my brothers mouse into a container and shaking it when I was 6 because I thought they would find it fun-
Ughhhhhhhhhhhh I fucking hate this
She had a heart attack after I released her and the other mouse, who ended up fine and just did...hyper mouse things because he was hyper??...but I really really don't wanna talk about it beyond that because it made me really sad and upset and I felt horrible about it. I don't know what the fuck I thought would happen when I did that tbh. God, I feel so horrible about it still 14 years later...I just needed to get it off my chest because I've only told therapists about it. I lied when my parents found her and asked if I knew how she died. I even, hid the container. I never told them and Ive cried about it so many times. I know this wasn't supposed to be what this post was about but fuck, it makes me feel awful.
Anyways, I'm gonna go throw up now
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carciinogen · 15 days
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CW: Pinned pet bug & memorial under cut.
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Yesterday you were so small
Today, the size of my palm
And so I feed you lovingly by hand
Knowing that tomorrow, you'll be gone
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Rest well, Brenda.
(June 26th, 2023--April 7th, 2024)
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dignitywhatdignity · 2 months
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Me: Did something happen to the class fish? [3.5yo] told me "The fish broke and [teacher] has to get a new one."
Teacher: Well, we told them the fish *tank* broke, but... he's not wrong.
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danger-blog · 5 months
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decomposing leopard slug part 2
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Cat my cat 12 years old
This cat is dead 
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cryptickludovick · 1 year
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Tw : dying pet
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Update on the Lokhir situation, he is still alive but has been displaying some very strange erratic behavior in the last 24 hours that led me to believe he might have dyskinetic syndrome : /
Another long time tarantula keeper confirmed it for me on Arachnoboards
Sadly there is no real effective treatment for DKS and since it causes tarantulas to stop eating its most likely a question of time before Lokhir is no longer with us : (
I don't really want him to just.. slowly starve and it's pretty clear he's not recovering from this so I'm considering euthanizing him... gonna wait another week to make sure he won't get better but at this point I don't think it'll happen
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