I put a dog down last month and another one will go next month. These stories are hitting harder than they used to.
I feel that so much. I’m sorry man, I’m sorry you’re going through it.
I don’t read green-texts to cry 😭
Greentexts giveth and taketh away
I still miss my sheppy :*(
I come here to write “fake and gay”. I don’t come here for feelings!
Fake : dog died
Gay : touched another man.
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Can confirm
Dammit to hell.
Again, this shit hits hard.
My dog has been gone for two years, and I’m still running into people asking about her.
She was the best fucking dog. Yeah, I know everyone knows their dog is the best dog, and the dog I had before her was also the best dog. But those two girls? Jesus fucking christ, they were good. Smart, loving, gentle, always wanting to be with their people, and just so fucking much beyter than I ever deserved.
The girl I joust lost saved my life. Kept me from eating a bullet when things wrre real bad after I got disabled. I’d be holding my gun, thinking hard about where to go so I wouldn’t leave a mess. She’s be right fucking there, just loving me. I’d put the gun away and decide to make it for a while.
Gods I fucking miss my girls. I’m fucking sitting here in the bathroom crying so I don’t wake anyone and it just fucking hurts so much.
People. You have a dog? You cherish every fucking moment. Every single second you can. They don’t live as long as us. You’re going to lose them, so you make fucking sure they go out knowing they’re loved. Be kind. Be gentle.
I’d give my fucking soul to have them back, even for a fucking day.
Fuck me.
That sucks bro. Losing a pet is always painful. I hope you can let another dog into your life someday. I know that it’s hard, I’ve lost many pets, and my puppy hasn’t been a puppy in a very long time. Sounds like you gave your girls the amazing life they deserve.
Sorry, bro. Take care.
Awwww this hits hard I’ll always remember the German shepard from when I was a kid she had such a gentle temperament.
Had to put my dog down a few months ago and it still hurts. I hate coming back to a silent empty home. I hate leaving the house without saying goodbye to my dog. I knew it was going to be painful, but I didn’t know it would hurt this much.
I had to put my dog down 20 years ago and it still hurts. That’s the price of love, unfortunately.
I finally rescued another sweet pup though, and she helps me remember why we carry the memories of those dearest to us, for all our days.
It’ll get a little easier and you’ll be okay.
Suckerpunched in the feels right before bed.
I guess now is a good time to go scratch behind those greying ears again.
Oh, hey, fuck you.
*cries in the corner*
Don’t get me wrong it’s a sweet story. But all I can think of is, how long do you wait before throwing away the treat he left there?
You keep it. I’ve kept a few items like that from my beloved dog.
When I was a gardener my favorite part of the job was all the dogs I got to meet, there was this old little fluffy dog with no teeth and his tongue hanging out that was my favorite, he’d just follow me around watching me work like a cute little supervisor, I miss that little dude.
If it means a place to live I wouldn’t mind following people with my tongue hanging out
Great, now I’m tearing up in the work bathroom
Guess he had that route just to meet the dog… so sad… Made me cry. I miss my buddy Ciwi to…