I rescued this guy November 22 of 2020 and he just passed today. I’ve only had two nights where I wasn’t with him, other than that we spent every day and night together as he could work with me at my job. Give your buddy’s a big hug and plenty of snuggles for my boy Hampton Kannon 5-2-2019 - 4-2-2026

Please send Otis some love.

She was 14 and had been battling a tumor on her leg for years that had burst and required constant daily care. It was so fucking hard because we had to make the decision for her. She was still a loving, cheery, smiling companion up until the very end. Had to share her smile one last time...

I’ve had Clementine for 12 years. She’s been a part of every major adult life event. Single, engaged, married, house, career, birth of son. I almost don’t remember a time she wasn’t in my life. It’s been over a month now since I’ve put her down and my house still feels empty, a piece of my soul is missing and I’ve shed enough tears for a lifetime.

She seemed healthy and full of life, always cuddling any family never she could but especially me. She was my baby girl. She quickly went downhill and got sick, found out she was riddled with Lymphoma and was put down in less than 24 hours. Unexpected, quick, and I’ll always miss her. It doesn’t help my son keeps asking when she’s coming back, and said he can’t wait to go to heaven to see her someday. He carries a stuffed animal that was modeled to look like her and sleeps with it. I miss her

I had to say goodbye to my almost 5 year old boy today. He was my first dog. I remember the very first day when he was brought home by my wife. I was in bed sleeping and she came in the room and just tossed a puppy on me. I was never a dog person, but that night changed everything. I immediately fell in love with little Gunner.

The start of 2026 is when things started going downhill. It started with a random lump we found on his ankle. He was taken to a vet a few days later to have a biopsy done. The results came back as non cancerous and turned out it was possibly a pressure sore. It did go away within a few weeks of taking antibiotics. So I thought we were in the clear.

About a month later, one day he ran a fever of 105 degrees. So I rushed him to the emergency vet. Blood tests came back and the vets believed it was anaplasmosis. So he was prescribed more antibiotics. He was treated until his blood platelets were in normal range. So again we thought he would be alright.

Another month or two go by and I notice his ears and eyes are really yellow. Took him to the emergency vet again and his liver enzymes are critically high. So we start the process of administering denamarin and ursodiol. Which worked quite well. His levels started to drop but did have a big relapse for some reason. But they continued to drop again and started look not so life threatening. The yellow completely disappeared and he had so much energy. He had lost so much weight and muscle mass at this point though and it didnt really come back, despite him acting normal.

Come a few days ago, we notice his stomach starts to get pretty distended. He was taken to the emergency vet again by my wife, and they confirmed that he was now retaining fluid in his abdomen. A sign that something is really wrong with his liver. They were suggesting to euthanize him that night. However I was at work and my wife couldn't do it by herself. His condition at that moment wasnt severe, so we had him scheduled for his normal vet for today.

The doctor did believe it was possibly liver cancer. He did offer to let us try other medications to see if maybe it was an infection instead. But he said it was a shot in the dark and likely wouldn't do anything. The doctor truly believed that his condition would worsen and that he would eventually start to live in pain and just suffer.

As much as I wanted to try other meds and just take him home, I just couldn't do it anymore. Its been 6 months of shoving meds down his throat just to maybe make him a little better. I have spent thousands over the last 6 months just on him and his meds alone. No, I do not regret doing it, in fact I'd do it again.

He was happy and had energy. I did not want to wait until he was in severe pain. I also didnt want to possibility of me coming home from work and him be lifeless by himself. I wanted us to be there with him to know he was loved.

Im sorry for the long post. I just fought so hard for my boy. I really tried and hoped he would be normal again. He was very loved. I will never forget seeing that face of his after coming home from a 12 hour shift. Always so excited to see me.

Words can't express how much I love and miss you Gunner. I would have done so much more if I could have.

Just wanted to share some pictures of my pup Onyx.. we had to put him down today.. this is never easy. Rest Easy Bubba!

We lost our sweet boy, Buzz on Friday. Please please please watch your dogs outside. Even with him being monitored he was struck by a copperhead snake at least 2 times on the snout my dad was working on his boat and immediately was at his side. Buzz killed the snake. His head dropped and then he fell over my dad immediately grabbed him and ran to get him loaded in the truck to go to the vet while we started calling vets for anti-venom. The closest one had it but unfortunately it wasn’t quick enough. It killed him pretty quickly. The survival rate for a copperhead bite is 80% and sadly buzz fell into the 20%. The vet said with the location, more than one bite and the fact the snake may have been a juvenile (they can’t regulate their venom) all played a roll in killing him so quickly. We adopted him in June of 2018 after my husband and I got engaged. He was at the time the longest resident at the shelter, bought in on a stray hold. When the stray hold was up they neutered him and then the original owner showed up. He said “that dog is worth nothing to me now” and left. Buzz was everything to us. He had the biggest smile, most slobbery kisses, and the goofiest antics. I just know he is having a time over that rainbow bridge

10 years ago this little dude came into my life. This little man taught me what responsibility really is. Love me like no other did.

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He gave me 9 years of pure love, could read me like a book. Knew exactly when he could be a bit cheeky or when he had to be on his best behaviour. End of 2024 he got diagnosed with cushings, I've spent loads of money (over 4k) in vets bills but honesty I could not give a toss about the money, I just wanted my baby to make a full recovery. Unfortunately that never happened and as time went on he got worse and worse and ultimately I had to make that horrid decision. 9 months after him passing I still can't talk for too long about him without starting to choke and my voice breaking. I miss my beautiful boy everyday 💔

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Here are some photos of him from pup to his last day on earth.

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First picture is the last one I have of her. About 24hrs from her passing. Last photo is the day I brought her home. She was an amazing, silly, fun dog that loved life and loved us. She would have been 7 on August 4th. She was taken too soon. Diagnosed with multiple myeloma in February. She's been on chemo and steroids since then and as of a few weeks ago bloodwork was so good there was talks of remission. The last week it all went down hill. By Sunday night she couldn't walk and her vision was gone. Monday morning she couldn't move and her insides were failing from the disease. Please take your dogs in for regular check ups. We caught it early and it still didn't matter. Only gave us a few more months with her. Fuck cancer. She deserved better. Hug your puppies tonight.

I woke up this morning to the heavy blanket of grief wrapping itself back around me so tight. Yesterday I came home from work to find out that my darling Penny, not even two years old yet, died. She knocked over the recycling bin and started sniffing in it for a smell of food, only to get a bag stuck on her head that she couldn’t remove. By the time my mother found her it was too late.

We adopted her almost exactly a year ago late last October. She became everything for me. She was so silly and so playful and so innocent. Every visitor to the house loved her. She brightened every day of mine that we shared and I hope I did the same to her.

I feel responsible. My baby was suffocating at I wasn’t there. She must’ve been so scared.

She was so young. I thought I had another decade left with her. But she’s gone and not coming back.

I’ve been on a grief journey for the last 22+ weeks. Posting about the loss of my Pearl, my everything—a pretty gray pibble girl—has been a way i feel less alone and in turn, I try to help support others going through the same sad season. I don’t know what comes next for us, but i have to believe that Pearl and I will be together again bc not seeing her for eternity just doesn’t make sense in my brain. So I often ask her, wherever she is, to please visit me in my dreams. And this month, for the first time i can remember, she did.

A week ago I dreamed that Pearl was somewhere i couldn’t get to. My grandmother’s friend’s house to be exact (random). I kept begging people to help me get there bc i didn’t know the address. I kept calling my grandmother (also deceased) to help me get to Pearl. It was impossible, but i spent the whole dream devising ways to get there. Calling, calling, calling. She never answered and, as a result, it never happened. I woke up.

Last night was similar but this time Pearl was lost. I didn’t know where she was, so I was trying everything i could do to find her. It was a nightmare! Just as i was accepting reality, i heard sniffing, the sniffing of hear when she could smell a really good treat on the ground but couldn’t yet see it. i said, “Pearl???!!??” I turned the corner to find her at the top of the stairs. I screamed out “PEARL!!!!!!!! omg Pearl!!!!!!!! You’re here! Oh my baby i was so worried!!!!!!! i missed you SO MUCH!!!!!” I kneeled down and held her. A wave of calm and joy and reassurance washed over me. I immediately scooped her up, took her downstairs and outside, and to everyone i screamed “look omg i found her! i found pearl!!!!” it was probably the first time I’ve felt that type of relief since she was alive. but just as soon as i felt it, i was jolted awake, only to quickly remember she is actually gone, “lost” forever.

it’s pretty clear that my brain and heart are still wrestling with the reality that my pearl is no longer here. i think that’s pretty wild after 5 months but what’s where im at. i’m constantly reminded of her, and as a result always looking for her. as mostly shitty as these dreams have been, i feel so grateful that she came to see her mommy.

if you’ve read this far, thank you. the videos i chose are of pearl being sassy and very vocal. she had no problem telling me that she wanted “rats” (treats), to play, to go on a walk, etc. i loved her voice, and miss it, and her, with every fiber of my being.

here’s to this grief journey lightening up a bit! i’m tired, and could use longer bouts in between crying. 🤞🏼

that said, I look forward to seeing you again in my dreams my angel baby. your mommy misses you!! xx

I lost my Son. We lost the sweetest soul we have ever known. He stole hearts wherever he went and changed the minds of so many regarding his breed. From the pound, to training, to saving my life, there will never be another. Oink took his final breath being held by his mom and I falling to his final sleep at 10am Monday October 20, 2025. Our lives will never be the same. If there is an afterlife I can only hope I can be with my Son again.

“We do not “Get Over” a death. We learn to carry the grief and integrate the loss in our lives. In our hearts, we carry those who have died. We grieve and we love. We remember.” — Nathalie Himmelrich

Thank you all for being part of Oink’s journey.

Which one is your fave “Piggy pic”? 🫶🏻💗🥰🤗

He wasn’t even 9 years old yet. I saw him be born. I had no idea anything was wrong with him until a tumor we didn’t even know he had burst and fluid was covering his heart and lungs. He died within 30 minutes, 3 minutes away from the veterinary hospital. $1000 dollars later and of course they couldn’t save him but I still had to try. I can’t imagine I’ll ever get over this pain but I still have his mom to keep me company.

She was 12 and while I know that is old age for her I didn’t think it would be so final. I took her to the vet for what I thought was a UTI but when they drew urine is was just blood and an ultrasound showed heavy internal bleeding, a ruptured spleen, and a huge mass. The vet said she probably didn’t even have a two hours left so I said good bye and her pain went away. My heart hurts so much it’s hard to be strong for her little sister at home (fist time in lil sis life she’s been an only pet) but I remember bottle feeding you at 3 wks old and it just hurts to know I won’t get to hold you any more

Had to say goodbye to the weirdest, funniest, most lovable dog I’ve ever known today. She was amazing. She wasn’t with us long, only 5 and a half years but they were some of the most amazing 5 in a half years of memories I’ve had with a dog. I found her on the side of the road, vets thought she might have been a bait dog or from a really bad home. The vet said she was probably about 2 or 3 when we found her. When we took her home she wouldn’t leave her kennel for months. We had to carry her in and out of the house potty the entire time. I remember the first time she walked from her kennel to the living room to say hi to us, with a “scary” smile. After that she’d always great us with that same smile, and from there on out we got to watch her personality bloom into something truly beautiful…I want to write more but I didn’t realize how hard it would be to type.

I’m sorry if I didn’t write this well and there are a lot of mistakes. I am a mess and miss her so much already.

Rest in peace my Bagel Bites 💕 I love and miss you..

Edit: thank you guys so much for all the responses 💕

Edit2: THANK YOU GUYS! I’ve been having a hard time revisiting this post 🥺 I’ve read through every comment and my heart is full! Thank you so much for caring to share love to a stranger on the internet in their time of grief. It’s beautiful knowing there are so many wonderful people out there! Bagel would of loved all of you 💕

We miss our girl who we had for 9 yrs and 8 months. She was rambunctious and brought so much joy to our lives. She had the sweetest personality and was so loved. We hate that cancer took you so suddenly. Sleep well baby girl - you will be forever missed.

Here are some of my favorite pictures of my sweet baby 💛💛💛💛💛💛 I don’t know how I am going to go on without her.

Our precious Theo passed away early this morning. In December we found out he had a mass on his heart. At the time we didn’t know how long he would have and we were able to get 4 more months with him. We adopted him 2019 from our local shelter and at the time he had been there longer than any other dog. I’ll never understand why because he was nothing but the most sweetest, gentle, loving dog I’ve ever been around. I’ll miss everything about him and just thought we would’ve had so much more time together. I just hope we gave him the life he needed and deserved.

This is my soul dog, Paco. He passed on Thursday. He was just 7 years old. I’m going to miss him for the rest of my life. He was truly the best dog ever.

On Thursday, I had to help my sweet George cross the bridge. He got very sick very quickly, and I had to make the decision to let him go in a very short period of time. George was old, so I have known his death was near. But no matter how I tried, there was no preparing me for this. It feels like I have a weight on my chest constantly. My home is one giant reminder that he is no longer here. But I want to tell you his story so that others can know what an incredible, resilient, kind dog he was. And how lucky I am that I got to be his.

In 2016, I was looking at the euthanasia list for the local pound where I lived. That area is notorious for backyard breeding, dog fighting, and generally just abhorrent treatment of dogs. Thus, the shelter was always full and dogs died frequently due to lack of space or due to poor medical conditions. I was at work looking at this list like I had many times before. Then I saw George (last picture in the slides). His picture was truly the saddest thing I had ever seen in my whole life. The only way I can describe it, is that he looked like he had never known love a day in his life. And despite the fact that I am the least spontaneous person ever, I commented on the picture that I would take him home that day to save his life. A girl I knew but hadn’t talked to in years saw my post and helped coordinate a rescue to back my offer because George was also HW+ and they wouldn’t let him go unless a rescue was involved. I was at work so my friend picked him up from the shelter and after work I picked him up from her.

He looked even worse in person. He was emaciated, with clear bait dog scars all over his face and body. He had an old wound on a fractured paw that hadn’t healed correctly. And he was barely a dog- he had no energy, no personality. He was just there. I put him in my car and drove him home.

It took awhile, but he slowly came back to life. I had another pittie and he was gentle towards her and cuddled her frequently. George loved food and was so excited to eat whenever it was time. And his personality began to shine.

George was just love. Complete, unconditional love. Despite the fact that the world had been nothing but evil towards him, this dog didn’t have a mean bone in his body. But George was more than my buddy, he was my shadow. When I was home, we were inseparable. If I went to that room, so did George.

George and I had 9 beautiful years together. He saw me through marriage, three kids, multiple moves across states, and many houses. Never once his is loving nature or kindness waver. Never once was he not perfect to me. As stupid as it sounds, it truly felt like we were meant to be. I loved him more than I have ever loved a dog, and ever will. George taught me so much about life and love and being a good pit bull owner. He showed me firsthand what an incredible breed they are, despite what our world does to them.

I hate that I have to learn to live without him. It feels like I have a gaping wound in my chest. I hope that he is at peace and knows how much I truly love him. His death was so traumatic and continues to be, but I promised myself I would never let George be in pain. He saw so much before I had him, and he knew it was time to go. I just never could have been ready.

I love you George. You gave me everything. I’ll miss you for the rest of my life.