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#tw:pet death
roseate-felidae · 5 months
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Rabbit worries and greif
My poor baby black rabbit was born with recessive congenital tooth problems.
Her undershot incisors can be taken care of easily and affordably.
But she has developed the dreaded molar spurs. They require anesthesia that leads to £300 biannually burring or £600 removal.
It's considered a pre-existing condition and cannot be covered by insurance. I also tried contacting the local RSPCA for help and they said they were full from rabbits and recommended euthanasia.
I only work part time minimum wage. Anesthesia is hard on rabbits and she is so young that it doesn't look good. The vets don't even recommend removal due to the anesthesia toll. But I can't afford £300 twice every year for potentially 10 years.
My step mum had talked about euthanasia aswell. It's what the RSPCA recommended. I agree that this is most likely the best option.
But that does not make it any easier, she is very friendly and trusts me quite a lot. I feel as if I'm taking the easy way out and betraying her. This will be the first pet I've ever had to put down.
The parents (rabbits) had perfectly healthy teeth, but they obviously carried a recessive gene. I will not be breeding the rabbits again. Thankfully her sister is perfectly healthy.
It's going to be a very tough time for me, she shall be done next month.
@themarginalthinker @mekanikaltrifle @robotslenderman
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simlicious · 10 months
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I have really sad news... Yesterday at 5 PM, I had to euthanize my beloved cat Lina at age 20. She suffered from a tumor and let me know that it was time to let her go. This photo was taken during her last stroll through the garden on the day she passed. While I miss her terribly, I am also relieved that she is at peace now.
I am really lucky that I have the full support of my loved ones during this tough time! It is hard for me at the moment, my home feels so empty without her. Weirdly, instead of sinking into depression, I find myself cleaning my entire home. I guess I'm grateful that I can channel my energy to do something productive for the time being. I realize that I have been pretty out of touch with Sims, making CC, and this blog, and it seems like I have some further hurdles to overcome in my life that take precedence, but I know you are all very supportive and I am truly thankful for that! I feel this is a huge cut in my life and I am at a turning point and evaluating my life and have to choose a path to move forward on now that one has ended. I have to take action on some big decisions I have been avoiding for years now, and I am making good progress on those, so while I am going through a really tough time, I think I will come out stronger and hopefully with a new outlook on life and new goals to pursue!
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seraphim-and-stars · 8 months
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screaming into the void -- I am so distressed
Little girl isn’t doing hot. Respiratory distress, mouth breathing, and she’s consistently swinging between unable to walk straight and just...splooting out. I have been doing everything to take care of her while her dad (my partner and her owner) is at work. No vet nearby can take her, and the one pet vet that travels to this area refuses to take new clients. I have called dozens of lines and am trying to sob through it *now* so that when he comes home and I have to explain all of this to him, I can keep the Strong Man face on for him, but *fuck* if I am so worried and scared for her. She’s in so much pain. She’s almost 3, and was a bulk feeder rat he rescued with her other two (now passed on, sweet darlings) and so it’s not like she’s a new spring chicken, but I just...I want her to not hurt. She deserves that. I feel wrecked. 
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Alive: a comic about grief
TW: Pet death
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mysticaltwoface · 8 months
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I miss my doggy Sophia... *sighs*
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I've had someone do that thing you're talking about. It feels like bullying, but it also makes you feel like you should be ashamed, cause your the bad one for blocking. I've had someone successfully guilt trip by saying my blog made them really happy & they haven't had a moment of happiness for awhile because there dog had just passed away. But because I blocked them, they suddenly felt sad and remembered there dog was dead.. by methods I don't wish to repeat. but they told me that they were crying because I blocked them& they'll probably puke, so I ended up unblocking them on my side... but then it got worst it seems like. Like it felt like they constantly took out negative emotions on me. so I ended up blocking them on both accounts. i feel bad too because they kept telling me there diagnoses and self-diagnoses & would rage if others blocked them... anyways what your saying is something I've been through& I think blocking is fine. you don't got to justify it. or tell people why. & people need to respect the block. not seek out other accounts to message you on.
Holy. O-O anon. I'm sorry. I agree, it does feel like bullying and in your case it sounds almost like it was bullying.. or another word I can't think of right now... But it feels like it pushed a particle topic to make you feel worse. You aren't responsible for someone's pet dying & equally that responsibility shouldn't be pushed on you for blocking people. (or using a tool like the block button something hard like a pet passing away shouldn't be associated. Like its just cruel.) I also really don't like hearing this person took out negative emotions out on another person or would rage because they got blocked. (like what are you supposed to do? I understand comforting but there's nothing more you can do if they get blocked by different people.) It just sounds very intense. =( I'm sorry anon.
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coolemyasi · 2 years
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After not being quite right all day, I have to announce that my bird, my best friend for the last 20 years, has passed on this night. I was with her up until the end, and I don't think it's fully set into my brain yet that she's gone. Never again will I hear her blood curdling screeches because I took five seconds too long to get up and feed her, or we happened to be watching something she didn't want to. Never again will I hear her cackling as she gets into something she's not supposed to, or at an inappropriate time during a TV show, or when she's about to sneak up on my dad. There will be no more little grabby beak or feet reaching through the cage at me when I reach my hand back to her cage. I don't know how I'm going to go through my day without stopping to get a kiss from her on my way out the door. I love that bird so much, and it's really going to be hard to adjust considering I had her the majority of my life. Rest in peace you precious little biting machine
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arrowflier · 2 years
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elysiumxii · 2 years
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[ WIPE ]: after the receiver has stopped crying, sender tenderly leans forward, cups their face in their hands, and wipes their tears away. [cory x iwai]
‘𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲’ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬. - ft Iwai & Cory [ accepting ]
"I-I... I tried to he-hel... help" Cory just manages to splutter out through hitched breaths and bubbling sobs, before fresh tears well in large, round chestnut eyes and the fat droplets once more roll down puffy, pink cheeks. The tip of his nose was red from where he had furiously rubbed it moments before in an effort to rid himself of the tears, but it was no good, even trying to voice what had happened has his shoulders shake again with whimpered sobs.
"It was so little" he whispers, lips wet and long, doe eyelashes slicked with tears. As if his muscles remembered, his hands lift, pudgy little fingers cupping the now gone body of the dying cat.
The delivery boy had been on one of his normal routes, racing along as he pedaled, mind set on the next destination as he weaved pedestrian and car alike, until he'd heard it. The soft, yelped sound and the screech of car breaks. His own breaks had squeaked loudly as he whipped around, just in enough time to see a frustrated motorist throw his hands up and stomp back to his car, leaving the small, crumpled body of the cat he'd just hit. Cory had raced over, touching gently, though it wasn't usually his skill. The lumbering body of the puppy was often boisterous and clumsy, but now he was gentle , soft and slow.
He was too slow. The nearby vets could do nothing and with his heart feeling as if it was being pummeled, Cory had raced straight to Iwai's shop. He hadn't even chained his bike before storming into the shop. Falling on the other man in a whirlwind of emotions so strong it had taken a little while to actually get the story out of him. But now he had and Iwai's face became soft with understanding, before slightly calloused, large hands cup doughy cheeks and Cory looks up, just as gentle thumbs stroke under his cheeks, dispelling the streak of tears and in one simple motion, he's relaxed enough to take a deep, soothing breath in.
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oraclefreed · 2 years
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// Taking some time to myself today. For those that do not know, I had a cat of 5 years who was prone to seizures. Today one finally took him from me as my fear was. So hug your cats a little closer for me..
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kitchikishangout · 4 years
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I’m trying to think of things that have happened while I’ve been off tumblr that I should update people on!
Unfortunately my nightmare dear cat ChocoPuff passed away early this year after a long struggle with cancer. I’m not sure who will remember her here but she was an absolute chaotic nightmare feral cat we found living in our shed about 10-11 years ago and she forced her way into our home to cause havoc and hiss and bite and just be a big meanie right to the end, but I wouldn’t have had her any other way! 
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lavaridgexflannery · 3 years
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//Welp..
So..one of the kittens that my cat gave birth to last weekend passed away a few hours ago. Which..really sucks, ‘cause I was trying to keep them warm but..it wasn’t enough. Hence-
the inspiration for the one role play. Gotta get through trama and shit somehow. And role play is like therapy for me. Heh..so..if anyone wants to give Flan hugs, that’d be great.
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jonny5fefrenzy · 4 years
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goodbye Baby Bird. :’(
I wish I was better for you... 
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reptile-garden · 3 years
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This is the last photo of Ziva I will ever be able to take. Today I made the hard choice to say good by. She let me know it was time, though that may be anthropomorphizing a bit. I would rather say good by a bit to early than way to late.
I don’t know what was wrong with her still, I opted for a neocropsy to not only help my vet learn more and help future vets learn, but for my own morbid curiosity.
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jakemyboy · 4 years
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Missing my boy.....
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dryadalismagicae · 4 years
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OOC: Bad day.
So this morning started out wonderfully. But my neighbour came to the door with awful news. The brother of one of my cats, who did live with us until he decided to move in with said neighbour, had been put to sleep last night. Kidney failure out of nowhere. So I’m distraught. He always popped over to say hello, he was always out and about. Then he went down hill quickly. And all my neighbour said was “do you want him or not?” Like - yes, I fucking do. So, I walked the mass distance to the fucking vets, in the pissing rain, to pay for his cremation and the fee for him to come home - otherwise he was just going to be discarded.  I can’t even imagine how she had him for so long and then, when it came to the end, didn’t want him. So his ashes will be home with us next week.  
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