My service dog of 12 years crossed the rainbow bridge very recently, and I can't even describe how lonesome I'm feeling at the moment.

I'd love to see or hear about your companions; whether they're still here or not.

My service dog of 12 years crossed the rainbow bridge very recently, and I can't even describe how lonesome I'm feeling at the moment.

I'd love to see or hear about your companions; whether they're still here or not.

I'm so sorry to hear about that <3 I know the feeling.

This is my dog Buster

This is Coco, my friends cat whom I am taking care of today.

This is Lance, who we had from 2003 to 2012

This pic was taken in 2005 or so, with my old dog Snickers and me before I grew into my cheeks lol.

I'm so sorry for your loss; furbabies can be as precious as your own baby, as I've just recently learned.

I have a English Bulldog of three years. She's a big, pudgey dog that moves with a cute waddle. She has a shiny brown and white spotted coat, and her smiling mouth takes up 80% of her face. She loves my kids almost as much as I do, and is like another child altogether. She's the sassiest thing in my household, and we adore her for that. She's the first dog I've ever owned.

I hope you can gain some solace thinking about the joy other people have had with their animals, as well as the joy you've shared with your own. I wish you the best of luck in your recovery.

@POOHEAD189 Beautiful, beautiful little animals. Look at the little sausages! Thank you so much for sharing.

@GodOfWar She sounds wonderful; English Bulldogs are charming little porkers. It's lovely to hear that she loves your children; that's such a great quality to have in a dog.

My mum struggled looking after me and my needs at the same time as keeping an eye on my other siblings, so she applied for a service dog when I was very young. Harvey was given to me when on my eight birthday, and looked after me and my narcolepsy for the next twelve years. He was my whole world, and it's especially hard now since I live on my own (not to mention my mum panicking now that I don't have anyone watching me!)

But I suppose I was lucky in that Harvey didn't need to be put to sleep, and instead walked the rainbow bridge in his own time. He was very old, but lived an almost pain-free life with the exception of his stiff hips, which are typical among shepherd breeds.

Things are getting better with time.

@The Heretic Harvey looks so noble and happy. I'm glad his passing was peaceful, and that you got to love him for such a long time.

First of all, my condolences. And sorry, but I must do this.



Still 'a kick'in.

@ArenaSnow I've always wanted one of those. What's the upkeep like?

I had one of these, her name was Ridley.



That's an African praying mantis, I also had a Chilean rose hair tarantula though no pictures I'm afraid.

@ArenaSnow I've always wanted one of those. What's the upkeep like?

Room and board, cuddling and the outfit can be a little pricy for initial investment, but they'll pay it back many times over in loyal service, cuddling and the view.

@The Heretic I'm sorry to hear, you have my condolences.

I only have one baby cat, name's Aidan. but I love him quite a lot and I've had him about as long as I've been out of my folks house. He's super friendly to strangers and likes to lick like a dog. And prefer's shoulders to laps. Aside from occasionally bi-polar behavior and irrational fear of television screens, he's about a perfect a cat as it can get. IMHO. :3



I do have one of my parent's cat's ashes in my closet. Katherine, basically was my cat. Didn't like anyone in the family but me. She was more like a typical cat, but she meant a lot to me throughout my most of my childhood/adolescence. Family had her for 15-16 years. (I don't think I have many pictures of her myself though.)

I do have one of my parent's cat's ashes in my closet. Katherine, basically was my cat. Didn't like anyone in the family but me. She was more like a typical cat, but she meant a lot to me throughout my most of my childhood/adolescence. Family had her for 15-16 years. (I don't think I have many pictures of her myself though.)

Almost same, except a few tiny differences.
1. I had to put him down myself.
2. Buried him myself, too. (for awhile I had this irrational fear that I'd buried him alive)
3. Mostly black male /w 2 white spots, green eyes.
4. We never really gave him a name. He knew when we'd bring him food and would seek us out if he needed anything (depending on what he needed), and he'd drink milk and chase after cheese-curds like any good Wisconsin kitty.
5. I was pretty confident I could train him to make a beer-run (he died just a month short from being of legal age).

One of the few things on my phone that I regretted losing was the last (and presumably only) photo we took of him
-Ran into a photo I'd forgotten we'd taken a few years earlier while rummaging through the paint-cans in the basement.

Was kinda hesitant to get a 'replacement cat' afterwards. But "Gus" just kinda... happened. His original owner had died, and was caught by my brother rummaging the dorms around UW Madison. Was a scrawny 'lil cuddler that we nursed until he was a chubby cuddly bowling ball that'd tackle you at the door. (would NOT go outside, never again. Full Nope.)

... He died in my arms as I was taking him to the vet about 2 winters ago.