How to Deal With Guilty Feelings After Your Dog’s Death

Even if you didn’t cause your dog’s death, you still feel guilty. It’s a natural response to pet loss. If you accidentally killed your pet dog, you’ll be overwhelmed with guilty feelings. Here, you’ll find help dealing with the pain and grief.

I am so sorry for your loss. It’s heartbreaking to cope with a pet’s death; the grief when your dog dies feels overwhelming and heartbreaking. I can’t imagine exactly how you feel, but I’ve grieved the loss of two dogs and three cats. I know the heartbreak of a beloved pet’s death.

I’ve also heard from hundreds of readers who were somehow involved in their dog’s death. Some were directly responsible for accidentally causing their dogs to die, while others feel like they put their dogs to sleep too soon. After you read my tips on how to deal with guilty feelings after a dog’s death, read through the comments section. You’ll feel both better and worse. You’ll see you are not alone.

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If you accidentally hurt your dog – or you wonder if you put your dog to sleep too soon – you’ll feel overwhelmed with guilt and shame. You loved your dog with all your heart. The last thing you wanted to do was cause your dog harm or death.

Most pet owners deal with guilty feelings after their dog dies. They struggle to learn how to live without their best friends after pet loss. In this article, you’ll find a variety of practical and emotional ways to deal with guilty feelings after your dog dies. These ideas may or may not work for you, but I encourage you to at least think about them. Working through the guilty feelings after the loss of your dog will help you heal from the pain.

Guilty Feelings After the Loss of Your Dog

Dealing With Guilt After the Loss of a Dog

The most important thing to remember is that you’re not alone! Read through the comments section below, and you’ll see that whatever part you played in your dog’s death was a tragic accident.

These tips for dealing with guilt after you caused your dog’s death are inspired by a reader who shared his guilty feelings about putting his dog to sleep. At the end of this article, I listed a few books on on coping with pet loss and dealing with guilty feelings about the loss of a dog.

Saying good-bye to your beloved dog is heartbreaking. It’s even worse if you feel guilty about your dog’s death. Your heart and home will never be the same; I am sorry for your loss. Make sure you allow yourself to grieve in healthy ways.

If you need comfort rather than tips on dealing with guilty feelings, read Comforting Prayers for the Loss of a Beloved Dog.

Dealing With Guilt After Your Dog Dies

Some pet owners accidentally kill their dog by leaving or putting them in harm’s way. No matter how your dog died, remember that you didn’t purposely cause your pet’s death. When you’re dealing with guilty feelings because you think your actions led to your dog dying, remember that you would have done things different if you knew the future.

You did not deliberately harm your dog. It was an accident, and if you could turn back time, you would.

Learn the difference between guilt and shame

A healthy step towards dealing with guilty feelings after your dog dies is to learn the difference between guilt and shame.

Guilt – if you have forgiven yourself – can be a positive feeling. It can actually encourage you to have more empathy for others. Guilt can help you make amends, take corrective action, and improve yourself. But you have to learn self-forgiveness before you can turn guilt around after the loss of a dog.

Self-forgiveness is essential to enjoying your life and relationships because you will always have something you need to forgive yourself for! Whether it’s not protecting your dog, forgetting something important, or accidentally saying something hurtful…we constantly need to forgive ourselves because we are human. We are constantly making mistakes, poor choices, selfish decisions.

And we cause accidents. Sometimes we accidentally hurt the dogs we love so much, and we feel guilty.

How to Deal With Guilt After the Loss of Your Dog

How to Deal With Guilt After the Loss of Your Dog

If you let it, guilt will become an unrelenting source of pain. You might believe that you should feel guilty and condemn yourself not once, but repeatedly. Guilt also may simmer in your unconscious. Either way, this kind of guilt is insidious and self-destructive and can destroy your life.

Shame is how you feel about yourself – it’s hating who you are. Guilt is regretting the decision you made, but accepting that you are human and you made a mistake.

Shame causes you to feel inferior, inadequate, or bad about who you are versus what you did. If you don’t learn how to deal with your guilty feelings and forgive yourself for not protecting your dog, your guilt will turn into shame. Shame is destructive, and has no positive effects.

When you feel guilty, you feel bad about something you did. Guilt can be empowering because it can motivate you to see others with compassion. Guilt – when it’s resolved – can make you a better, wiser, kinder, more loving person. Unresolved guilt and shame will lead to greater self-preoccupation, selfishness, and unhealthy relationships.

18 Ideas for Forgiving Yourself After Your Dog’s Death

In How Do You Forgive Yourself, Darlene Lancer shares 18 steps to forgiving yourself.  I revised and adapted her tips to fit our experience of dealing with guilty feelings after causing a dog’s death:

  1. Take responsibility for your actions. “Okay, I did this. My actions  led to my dog’s death, and I feel like dying because of the guilt, grief, and pain.”
  2. Write a story about what happened to your dog, including how you felt about yourself and others involved before, during, and after the loss of your dog. You can share your experience below, in the comments section. Read through the comments – you will see that you are not alone.
  3. Consider what your needs were at that time, and whether they were being met. If not, why not? This will help you see why you acted the way you did. For example, if you accidentally left your dog in a hot car you will see that you needed to do x, y, and z. That is what motivated you to forget your dog.
  4. What were your motives for the decision you made? What or who was the catalyst for your behavior?
  5. How were your feelings and mistakes handled when you were growing up? Were they forgiven, judged, or punished? Who was hard on you? Were you made to feel ashamed? It’s harder for us to forgive ourselves and deal with guilty feelings after a dog’s death when we haven’t learned forgiveness as children.
  6. Evaluate the standards by which you’re judging yourself. Are you struggling with guilt because of values that you haven’t chosen to adopt? Maybe you’re living by your parents’, your friends’, or your spouse’s values.
  7. How did your actions affect you and others? Whom did you hurt? Include yourself on the list. Acknowledge that you are in more pain than your dog is.
  8. Write your dog a letter.  Here’s something surprising but worth trying: write a letter of apology to your dead dog. Yes, I am serious! Clear 30 minutes in your schedule, sit down in a private spot where you can write and weep, and tell your dog what happened. This will help you process and deal with your guilty feelings about your dog’s death.
  9. Relive the experience, with the benefit of knowing what the future holds. Looking back, what healthier beliefs, thoughts, feelings, and actions would have prevented your dog’s death? It’s possible that you made the decision to put your dog to sleep. It’s also very possible that you would make that same decision today, even though you feel guilty about the loss of a dog.
  10. Have you struggled with perfectionism in the past? Has this improved your overall well-being? Perfection is illusory and a manifestation of underlying shame.
  11. Would you forgive someone else for doing what you did? Is it true that what you did was unforgivable?
  12. How does it benefit you to continue to punish yourself for accidentally causing your dog’s death?
  13. Write yourself an empathic letter of understanding, appreciation, and forgiveness. If you had a forgiving mom, compassionate teacher, or wise counselor, pretend you are her. Write from her perspective. Tell her how your dog died, and ask her to help you deal with guilty feelings surrounding the loss of your dog.
  14. Write a letter from your dog’s perspective. On second thought, this might be too painful. I don’t know. Consider it; if you think it may help you deal with guilty feelings about your dog’s death, then try it.
  15. Everyday, repeat the words of kindness and forgiveness from one of your letters, such as, “I’m innocent,” “I forgive myself,” and “I love myself.” Remember that healthy remorse can lead to humility, compassion, love, and love in your life.
  16. Share honestly with others what you did – but don’t share with those who might judge you. You are welcome to write about what happened to your dog in the comments section below. You will never be judged or shamed here, no matter how your dog died or what you did. Remember that keeping secrets prolongs guilt and shame.

It is entirely possible to forgive yourself and still believe you were at fault, just as you might forgive someone else even though you think the person was in the wrong. Learning how to deal with guilty feelings after the loss of a dog is about acceptance and growth, but not self-condemnation and shame.

How to Cope With Guilt After the Loss of Your Beloved DogYou can regret what you did, and at the same time accept that you made a mistake. You did your best given your circumstances, awareness, maturity, and experience at the time. This is a healthy, humble attitude.

Do you feel like it’s impossible to forgive yourself? It may be helpful to talk to a grief counselor. Consider seeing one who specializes in pet loss or animal therapy.

And, remember the difference between guilt and shame. If you’re suffering from shame, you will be struggling with self-loathing, guilt, and feeling bad about yourself. This can be healed in therapy.

If you aren’t ready to work through your guilty feelings, read Words of Comfort When Your Heart is Broken.

Identify “inappropriate” guilt about the loss of your dog

Not recognizing that your Yorkie, Doberman, or terrier was ill doesn’t mean that you weren’t paying attention or taking good care of him or her! This is imagined guilt. Dogs can’t always communicate their physical health; pet owners can’t see inside their bodies and brains.

Another type of inappropriate guilt is if you’ve accidentally caused your dog’s death by letting him out, keeping him in, or losing track of his whereabouts. If you did not deliberately set out to harm your pet, then you have nothing to feel guilty about. I know this is easier said than done – and it takes effort to forgive yourself.

If you’re dealing with inappropriate guilt because of your dog’s death, remember that sometimes illness or disease overcomes our dogs and other beloved pets…and there’s nothing we can do. This loss of control is a very painful — but real — part of life.

Remember that it’s normal to feel guilty when your dog dies

Whether your guilt is real or imagined, know that it is a normal grief reaction. Even the most “innocent” pet owners feel guilt over a pet’s death. For instance, I now cringe when I recall how angry I was at my beloved cat, Zoey, for scratching the basement door (I didn’t realize the door to her litter box was shut tight, and she couldn’t get in). That was over 12 years ago, and I still feel guilty! Healing after you had to put your dog down often requires forgiving yourself.

dealing with guilt pet lossGoodbye, Friend: Healing Wisdom for Anyone Who Has Ever Lost a Pet by Gary Kowalski s the number one bestselling book on pet loss and grief on Amazon. I love the book because it offers both heartwarming stories and practical guidance on grieving the loss of a pet. It’ll help you deal with guilt when you caused your pet’s death and forgive yourself for whatever role you played.

From the moment your dog entered your life, you knew the day would arrive that you would have to say farewell. Still, few of us are emotionally prepared to deal with guilt and grief after the loss of a dog. 

In Goodbye, Friend, Gary Kowalski takes you on a journey of healing, offering warmth and sound advice on how to cope with the death of your dog. Filled with heartwarming stories and practical guidance on such matters as taking care of yourself while mourning, creating rituals to honor your dog’s memory, and talking to children about death, Goodbye, Friend is a beautiful and comforting book for anyone grieving the loss of a dog.

Identify “appropriate” guilt about your dog’s death

Real guilt may spring from your feelings that you neglected your dog annual vaccinations, daily food intake, exercise habits, and “quality time” with you. If you’re struggling with real guilt, remember that you had reasons for doing what you did. The stress of money, work, kids, marriage, and daily life may have taken precedence over how you treated your beloved dog. Maybe you didn’t make the best choices.

Healing after the loss of a dog involves accepting that you wish you would’ve done things differently — and talking this through with your family, friends, or loved ones.

Remember what you did right — because you did a lot right

Your dog loved you unconditionally, beyond all reason – so you must have done something right. How did you love and take care of your dog? Balance your real guilt with the real ways you loved your dog. You took good care of your dog in so many ways for so many years. Acknowledge the love you shared, not just the end that came too soon.

Do you feel like you caused your dog’s death? I encourage you to share your experience in the comments section below. Talking and writing about it is healthier than ignoring it, and can help you process your grief. I can’t offer advice on what to do about accidentally causing your dog’s death, but it may help you to share what happened. Sometimes writing brings clarity and insight.

Forgive yourself after the loss of your dog

You may find How to Forgive Yourself for Not Protecting Your Dog helpful, especially if you feel like you’ll never experience the peace of self-forgiveness.

May you forgive yourself after your dog’s death. Know that your dog has forgiven you, and your dog knows it was an accident! You would never have hurt your dog if you knew what was going to happen. Your dog is free and happy now, and resting in peace. May God give you peace, heal your soul, and help you open your heart to love another dog.

“If there is a heaven, it’s certain our animals are to be there,” says Pam Brown. “Their lives become so interwoven with our own, it would take more than an archangel to detangle them.”

Help Dealing With Your Dog’s Death

Farewell, Friend: A Gentle Guide to Saying Goodbye to Your DogIn Farewell, Friend: A Gentle Guide to Saying Goodbye to Your Dog, I share a variety of different and healing ways to cope with pet loss. Grief is painful when faced in big chunks; my tips are designed to be “bite-sized”, which means you won’t have to sit and read through a huge amount of difficult information about healing after a pet dies.

To write this ebook – which you can have immediate access to – I interviewed veterinarians, grief counselors, and pet experts for the best ways to survive the death of a beloved dog, and I included stories from real pet owners who coped with guilt and grief in sometimes surprising ways.

How to Cope With Guilt After Your Cat or Dog DiesIn Going Home: Finding Peace When Pets Die, Jon Katz addresses the difficult but necessary topic of saying goodbye to a beloved pet. Accidentally causing your dog’s death or pain is an extremely difficult experience, but you don’t have to go through it alone. Jon draws on personal experiences, stories from fellow pet owners, and philosophical reflections to help pet owners grieve the loss of their dogs. He gently asks readers to consider if they gave their dogs good lives and if they used their best judgment in the end. In dealing with these issues, you will deal with guilt about your dog’s death, and let go of the pain.

I welcome your thoughts on dealing with guilty feelings after the loss of a dog. I can’t offer advice our counselling, but you may find it helpful to share your experience. Writing is one of the best ways to process grief and guilt after your dog dies, and can help you resolve your feelings.

Dealing with guilt after the loss of a dog isn’t just about grieving; it’s about cherishing the best parts of your life with your dog. If you feel like you’ll never be happy again, read How to Recover From Loss and Survive Grief.

And, read through the comments below. You’ll see that you’re not alone. No matter what caused a dog’s death, we always feel guilty after. We always feel like we could have and should have done more. But we need to accept our loss, and let our dogs to rest in peace.


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  • Carey

    I found out my beloved 8 year old teddy bear Yorkie Snoop had a large tumor on his spleen on April 27th sfter a checkup. The vet told us it would cost $2600 after i already spent $600 on xrays. I had the money in savings and just started a new job making almost 20% more than i was making before. I also just freed up $600 a month paying off a truck. At the same time they were talking about layoffs. My wife and i made the decision it was too much to spend. I was closer to Snoop and was torn. I made an appointment and cancelled. We chose to make him cormfortable. I spoiled him like crazy. Can food everyday snacks playing fetch everything. A month past and his belly got bigger. I callef up places in the meantime trying to find another way to save him. Looking up information all day long about spleenic mass. Pro and cons ect. It was major surgery and we were also affraid he might die before his time and spend his last days in pain. Affraid they mighr give him to much anethesia and not be Snoop anymore. June 19th came and he only ate half his food. I was getting worried . in desparation i called the vet and requested to speak to the doctor. She was out till friday it was Tuesday. Thursday came he wont eat anything. He only ate his beggin strips and by Friday he was done eating altogether. The vet called but didnt have much insight. Said schedule something for Monday. I slept with him thursday friday so he wouldnt be alone. He ate a little tablespoon maybe Saturday and was still wanting to play with his squeaky toy playing fetch. By saturday night he was still walking around but i knew it would not be long. I knew he would not make it another day so my wife and i took him to be end his pain and suffering. I was hard and my first time. I was with him when he passed as i held his head up and looked into his eyes telling him i loved him and would see him again someday. His body went limp and his breathing stopped his suffering was over. I was the hardest thing i ever done. It was Sunday June 23rd about 12:30 am. The vet believed it was a benign tumor with all the signs and could have saved him but chose not to. We noticed he was getting fat in November. He was eating like crazy too much. I didnt know April 27th it was a tumor instead. By June 23rd it was over. He was gone. In April it looked large on the xray but he was still full energy like had always been.

    My point to all of this dont let fear and greed stop you from saving your loved one. It wouldve set me back a little financially sure but he would still be hear. Dont let the fear of surgery stop you from saving your loved one. Now i look back and think i might have spent $3200 total saving and lose him on the operating table or at home a week later but at least i would have tried to save him irregardless. I feel awefull like i let him down being motivated by fear. Dont make this mistake do whatver you can. This little guy looked at me with those big brown happy eyes like a dad and showed me uncondition love like no other. He never growled, bite or hurt anyone he was awesome and didnt deserve this. Yet i still let my fears and selfishness motivate me.
    Beg borrow or steal and save your baby if you have to. If he had cancer it wouldve been different. He couldve lived another 5 years. I knew this day would come. Like knife cut straight through mt heart. I couldve done something a month ago but was to busy with other things. I did spend every moment i had with him during this time and spoiled him but that doesnt mean anything or give me any peace whatsoever at this moment. If there is any chance at all within reason of course dont mske the same mistake. Trust me this will tear your soul apart. Do right by your baby.

  • Heather


    Thank you. I needed all of those words. I am struggling with recently losing my 2 year old English bulldog Tank. He was our everything. He was the funniest dog. I swear he knew when we needed to laugh. I miss him so much. Thank you for the kind words of healing. I hope that we all can heal from the pain we have endured and the guilt that weighs on our hearts from losing our fur babies. May we see them again someday in heaven, and have them watch over us as angels until then.

  • Anabel

    Hi everyone my name is Anabel I’m reading all comments in tears i feel so sad my 11 years old Yorkie was my life my sweet Akira is not here anymore An I can’t stop blaming myself on Mother’s Day I went to my moms house and as I was walking out I looked at her and I said to myself she is a mother too I’m not gonna leave her alone in here and I decided to take her with me and that’s has been my worst decision ever I remember like it was yesterday she pee my grandma was like oh you are going to take her and I told her yes then she was trying to get in the front of car and couldn’t then I lift her in the back seat and drive to my moms I had my baby with me she is one and once I got there I totally forgot about her I feel so bad it was never my intention I cannot stop thinking about her and I try so hard not to blame myself and go back to that day that decision I’m not able to lie to people when they ask me because it’s not fair. And I always get back that I need to move on I was so good to her in life I even pay last year for her knee surgery $2500 I could not say no to anything she needed but why I was so dumb that day I feel so much pain in my heart that I think it will never ever go away. I think I’ll feel better day after day but I don’t i feel like I can’t because all I remember is that moment I realize I forgot her and she was laying there dead because of me and I keep thinking the bad moment she had I don’t know all she could think but whatever she is now I hope she understand and believe I did not do it on purpose I would give everything I have to take that moment back if only I could I missed everything about her my house feel so lonely I think of her since I wake up until I got to bed

  • Jowie

    June 5 evening I saw my 7 weeks old Hanzo, Chihuahua. Lying strange and I suddenly felt different. I checked on him and he was barely breathing in whelping box. No idea what happened but I noticed that there’s a stuck solid poop. My Dad told me that he fed him in the afternoon a puppy food (soften by soaked) about 5-7 pieces. I took him immediately out of the box and tried to feed (Mondex glucose) then CPR to give him enough oxygen. Bringing to Vet – It was 8:30pm or 9pm and I remember the nearest Vet here is already closed by 8pm. “Plus on the back of my mind, I can’t afford the Vet at the moment since I lost my job a month ago. I have the money but that is saved for future days while jobless”. So I tried to revive him on my own knowing that time is running out. I kept on giving him CPR, giving glucose, also an egg.. As I thought he might be poisoned. I think it took me 2 hours and he’s finally breathing better than earlier. I kept my eyes on him, I was able to contact with our on messenger and he said it might be constipation. Sadly my Vet didn’t make to come home cause of our far location + the time. So I put him back on the box, covered with towel and lamp as suggested by Vet to prevent hypothermia. As I keep my eyes on him, I want to make sure he is breaking enough or will get enough oxygen. I cut a plastic drinking bottle, put his head then gave him air through my breath from time to time. Also Vet suggested to rub his stomach with some ointment, I did it and i know it help. I am worried about the dehydration so I’m giving him water from time to time, also i had a dilemma if I still need the lamp since it’s warm, not sure what to do but logically if he is dehydrated, things will just get worst if i will keep him under lamp. Dehydration, I know this should be done by a dextrose but then my case is worrying about the cost.. He seemed Okay until I kept on giving him drops of water with glucose to keep him hydrated. But I noticed it’s not helping, I am also aware that he might be drowning.. Vet seemed slept that time.. Seems there’s no way, I looked for other Vet through the Net, I know we are running out of time.. I don’t want to lose my puppy. The Dam is crying..puppy’s eye was unresponsive and crying.. by the time we’re about to leave and find other Vet. Holding my puppy, continuing my rub, giving him oxygen, Im fcking doing everything… I’m hearing his suffering and it’s breaking my heart. Whatever it takes I will take her to whoever Vet, but then suddenly he vomited so much liquid and gave his last breath.. I tried to revive him until I gave him up… The mother was crying, I feel like Im the worst, irresponsible owner in the world. I had a chance to bring her to other Vet when I first saw him lying strange and barely breathing but I didn’t. I can feel the Mom is griefing, she’s not eating, evening and I decided to walk her outside to cheer up. I am not sure if it’s a normal sniff while walking or she’s looking for her puppy which I buried already the morning he died… When we came home after the walk. She’s looking for her puppy, running around every corner.. I am feeling so guilty.. I really had the chance to save my puppy.. :'(

  • Andie

    Hey sebastien
    It could have been anyone who let your blue out. That’s what you tell your Dad. He was doing only what you and your family have been doing for your dog and that is not his fault. Let him know you dont blame him, let him know you forgive him and let him get over this ordeal in time.

  • Bev Wing

    thank you for sharing this with me – i was looking after our grand-dog today and gave her a special bowl of food to help her chew as she was 16 years old she ate it down ravenously like she always does and seemed ok but then seem to be acting strange and walking funny and trying to eat grass but then when she came in and laid down she was panting and her stomach was swollen – my daughter came home and took her to the vet right away but she didnt make it – now i feel so guilty – why did i give her that food – why didnt i just visit with her first and feed her when my daughter came home – my grand kids are devastated and its all my fault – she was fine until i was with her – i will never forgive myself – i loved her so much and she spent so much time with my husband and i at camp and i always tried to do what was best for her and now i dont know why this happened to her – i am so devastated

  • Andie

    I feel so much of your pain. We lost our precious beagle today to the same thing. I was watching my friends kids for her today so I had a total of 5 kids with me. I put bae outside with her water and food and we left to go swimming. Unfortunately, she tangled herself up in her and couldnt reach the water or food. She was alone for 4 hours. I thought she would appreciate being outside more than locked in her kennel for the time we were gone. She cant roam the house alone because she gets destructive. I feel sick, soo sick to my stomach. I’m angry at myself for not just having her inside. My daughter went to bring her in and just played on the ground with her and cried. I’m so ashamed of my choices.

  • Jessica

    I had to say goodbye to my 9 year old lab yesterday and I am completely heartbroken. He was in great health until yesterday morning when I noticed him panting and drooling a bit. I also noted that his belly looked a little swollen. I called the vet and made an appointment for 1:00. I left the house around 945 to take my son to a music class and when my husband got home around 1230 to pick up Brody and take him to his appointment, he found him dead in our closet. His belly was huge and looked like he had swallowed a basketball. I feel enormous guilt as I knew he was not well- he was following me around the house that morning and looked at me like he needed my help. I feel like I failed him. I didn’t even love on him at all because I was in a rush to get my son to his class. I had no idea the signs of GDV and that it is an emergency. I can’t stop replaying the day in my head. I am so sad that he died alone and likely in pain. I’m devastated.

  • Gopa Bahal

    Hello everyone!
    My name is Gopa and I lost my beloved dog Ria on Saturday 1st June at 1.45pm approximately, she was Hit and killed instantly by a racing car in a residential area, as I was waiting to leave I opened the front door and both dogs sat outside on my mums drive, as it was a very hot day, the car was too hot to pop them there so I left the car running with air-con, and told the girl to stay while I went inside to fetch my belongings, within minutes, I heard a big bang, thought nothing of it as there were builders everywhere working, then I heard a knock on the door, saying a car just hit my dog, I ran outside, and checked and one of my dogs had run out on the road and killed, the driver didn’t stop! if only I didn’t leave them outside, she would be alive now… the guilt is killing me, although we have stayed at my mum’s house and she was thought not to go on the road, she would pop outside herself for a pee and come back right in, she was very obedient, don’t know what had happened that day, why she ran on the road, She was truly an “Angel of God”, who came on earth to serve a purpose and be with our family, she thought me what true love is through patience, she was sensitive to others pain and would console and heal them with her soft warm touch. I welcomed her to our home with her twin sister Sia, an adorable Maltese… They grew up together, played together… Now her sister is so alone and misses her terribly, I am totally devasted, can’t stop crying, when I see her sister, I can’t bear her loneliness, she probably waits for her sister but doesn’t know she will never return in her physical form!

  • Darlene

    Hello Joshua,

    I understand your feelings after Edward’s passing. I wrote on this site in January after our dog got hit by a car. I felt overwhelming guilt about it. I cried and cried for days. I didn’t think I’d get over it either. I still miss her and still feel terrible for all of it. However each day got a tiny bit better. Do try to talk to sympathetic people who also had dogs. That help a lot. Getting support from this site also helped me. Reading about others’ situations helped me put mine in perspective and see others as well. Your little Edward knew how much you loved him. You did the best you could at the time. Remember that and forgive yourself.


  • Joshua

    Hi my name is Joshua i’m from the Philippines

    It’s been three days since my beloved dog passed away. His name is “Edward” a half breed of Terrier and Shitzuh. He was only six years old and i’m completely devasted and guilty for his untimely death.

    On the morning of March 31, 2019 i woke up and found Edward vomited on the floor. I scolded him and clean the mess he just made.
    I began doing my usual choires but noticed Edward had vomited again i became a little worried. And check up on him every now then until i finished my choires.
    Edward’s condition became worst as he began to vomit blood and to my horror he is also pooping blood. I was alarmed and immediately gave Edward dextrose monohydrate on his water bowl. But he wouldn’t drink so i had to give him through the use of siringe. And made him alm/eggyolk just in case he don’t feel like eating.
    Since i am currently un-employed i had little fund to bring Edward to the Vet. I askmy father if he can lend me some money to rush Edward to the vet. But he wouldn’t let me and said let Edward go because Vet are costly and in the end he will also die.
    I had to do something before it’s too late so with little money on my pocket. Before lunch i brought Edward to the nearess vet to my place. And i did not bring him to the Vet to my trusted vet because his place was far and i’m afraid Edward would not make it.
    We finally arrived at this Vet the Doctors there seems uncaring and cold.
    They did a check up on Edward but did not give him IV fluid which is important because he is already dehydrated.
    After check they want Edward to be confine to the clinic. And since i’m financially broke i ask if there was another way for me to save Edward. The Doctor said he would give Edward some antibiotic and a prescription medication for week to be taken metrodazaxole and cotrimazaxole. The Doctor injected Edward with some antibiotic and thats it.

    I went home feeling a little relieved, little did i know that Edward was already in a critical condition. I thought Edward would make it, but when we came home thats when it happened. Edward is already lethargic and wasbreathing heavily.
    I brought Edward to the next room and sat beside him as his breathing began to slow and irregularly. I held his paws and pet him and cried and cried i was a wreck. I apologized to Edward for scolding him that morning. And thank him for the six years we had together.
    Edward looked at me as if he didn’t want to go yet. It made me miserable looking at him like that. With little ounce of strength in me i told Edward it was okay he can crossed the rainbow bridge i will be okay. Even ot of wasn’t true i don’t want him to go… And with that parting word Edward breathe his last breath and he was gone. I was so drained after that incident. I don’t know what to do without Edward he was always there for me. To cheer me up when i’m down and love me for who i am without judgement.
    I feel guilty it’s consuming me to the brink of ending my life
    the thought of what if i let Edward be confine in the clinic would he still be here? Thoughts of i let him down in his hour need. I am responsible for his sudden death.

    I am quite a loner and introvert and i had no other one to talk too who would understand what i feel. I’m so depressed it’s killing me that i will no longer see and feel the love Edward had given me.
    I miss him dearly, yesterday i wrote a letter to Edward apologizing for everything that happened and i wasn’t able to save him but it made me even more worst.

    Will i ever get over and move on with my life without feeling like this?

  • Berkley

    I am so sad right now. My dog passed away this morning and I feel so angry at myself. We were away on vacation and two nights ago, he had loose bowels and did it on the hotel floor. I yelled at him and was so worried the hotel would charge us a fee.
    His diarrhea continued a few more times, and I
    Didn’t show any compassion, but I was fatigued
    And frustrated that he kept having diarrhea.
    The next day, his diarrhea became bloody along
    Vomiting and even still I softened a little, but with
    Little kids, and being away, I was completely
    Overwhelmed and didn’t give him the affection
    And attention he deserved. I’m so sick to my
    Stomach on how I treated him. I loved him deeply
    But I didn’t always show it in a gentle and
    Affectionate way like my husband did.
    He passed away this morning and I cannot stop
    Crying. I’m so sad. I’m angry at myself that In
    The last couple of days of his life, I didn’t make him comfortable and I wasn’t gentle with him but
    Firm and not compassionate. He didn’t deserve
    That. I didn’t mean to be that way. I was just
    Overwhelmed. Now he’s gone and the last few days of his life I added to his suffering instead of making him comfortable and feel comforted.

  • Chelle

    Yesterday we put our 12-year-old Gordon Setter, Buddy to sleep. He was starting to have a lot of issues with his hind legs and wasn’t able to get up from the floor very well or at all sometimes. He started having issues with pottying inside. It wasn’t his fault, but getting him outside and down the stairs to the yard was getting harder and harder. I took him to the vet when he started having issues early on and we tried using some meds along with Cosequin, which seemed to help for a while, but he began lying around more and more not wanting to get up. That said, he was still playing with Patches, our Australian Cattle Dog, so he still seemed to show some signs of enjoying life. However, his ability to move in the last few weeks seemed to be declining and my fear was that he would get to a point where he was miserable, so I took him to the vet and we discussed options. She said that the issue in his hips was not so much arthitis, but also primarily some kind of bone disorder and there were meds we could give him, but after smelling his bad breath I told her about and hearing about how much water he drinks, she said his kidneys probably couldn’t handle the medication if it worked at all. I pondered the decision to have him put down now versus later hard and I decided I did not want to wait until he was completely miserable and I knew we would not have the funds to pay thousands of dollars for treatment if it came to that, so I decided to euthanize. I feel so bad and sad. I feel like he had no clue what was happening. I miss him so much and now I can’t look at or touch Patches without feeling guilty that he is gone. I do not believe I want to have pets again after this. it’s too hard. He was a gentle giant that will be missed by so many of us. I can’t stop crying at work, home, in the car. It just keeps coming and going. I have no idea if I can do the steps above honestly. I don’t see them helping me. My grief and guilt are so great right now. I’m considering finding Patches another home.

  • William

    Put my boy ben down in march it was a huge mistake.he had arthritis and one hip with displasia two fused disc and dementia.pain was under control with meds ,he was 15 the fused disc caused no pain but he could not lick or chew himself .he was very slow walking and for some reason wanted to walk alot ,i was afraid he would wear out his hips so the vet gave me pills for anxiety which inded up messing him up i also would give him melotonin to help calm him down those worked well the pills from the vet caused more harm than good but i did not find that out until after i put him to ben did have anxiety he would walk for 5 to 10 min then sleep for 30,45 to an hour then get up and do that again all day until evening when he woul get sleeping pills so i could sleep at night.he did not seem unhappy but also was not really happy either ,but he seemed to me ok at least to me.he could noy sit pn his butt so l would lay him on his side either side he could sit on his elbows on his right side but not his left and that was how he ate and drank.i did feed him by hand to keep weight on him he drank by himself and would eat chicken and beef on his own ,but he had ibs so could not eat yoo much he had a special dog food.l hsd to help him up most of the time and until the last 2 weeks of his life walked on his own with a little help here and there.he would get stuck in corners and do circles (dementia) but i usaually would keep him from doing 3 weeks before he died i ssked the vet if tgete was somthing to calm him down during the day so he would not ruin his hips the vet said give him a nighy yime pill and see how that did ,big mistake .ben did not rest with that and instead did very bad walking to the effect he hurt his hip ,so i stopped that pill and ask for somthing better,and had started helping him using a hip the end the pills had a side ecfect that csused the joints to be more stiff and made it hard for him to pee during the day,which caused discomfort i did not realize these were causing probkems until after i put him to sleep and looked up meds,also the harness i used was hurting his hips and i did not realize that until i thought about after he his last weekend was good but did notice discomfort at night and mid day(do yo harness and pills i did not realize this at the time).so i began to worry .idid not give him melotonin on the weekend just anxiety pil and pain meds and then sleeping pills at night .got to tuesday mid morning and he was a bit anxious so i gave him melotonin,later iwas getting him up and the hip harness fell off as i was getting him up to walk well i desided to hold his tail to help him walk which i had done before to help no problems.well his walking was terriable so i put him down and got him water and noticed he looked like he was in pain all this time forgetting he was on melotonin that was why the truoble walking and the face things did not get better so i thought i would call the vey conversation got into quality of life and i came to a stupide conclusion to put ben down at the end of the day so the rezt of the day i watched him snd now i know i judged his condition wrong but at the end of the day i put him down .the next day i remembetd the melotonin then lookeed up other pills and realuzed the harness was also hurting him i ended putting ben down and he would have been fine had i not forgotten about the melotonin and had i stopped using yhe harness and taken him off that anxiety pill .i just want to die my boy would be here today if i had only clued in,i cant live with myselfe he would be here today if i did not rush to judgment god help me please i truley want to die.

  • Dana

    Hi my name is Dana and I lost my best friend yesterday. His name was Roeland and he was a 10 year old pug who was the best thing to ever happen to me. Roeland and I had a bond from day one, he was mine and I was his. Anyone who met him instantly fell in love with his stubborn personality, his handsome little face and the way he could make you laugh with even one little grunt. I LOVED this dog more than you could love anything in your life and I feel so guilty about losing him, I feel like I failed him and he never once failed me. In 2016 Roeland got his first mast cell tumour and if anyone has experience with these they understand how awful they are. We brought him to the vet where he had surgery to remove his lump. All was good surgery went great lump was gone, but the thing about these tumours if you don’t get out the whole thing they come back. Fast forward another 2 years we had another one. We went back to the vet where they did another surgery on my boy, everything went good but we noticed another little lump while he was shaven and the vet said it was fine just watch it, we did. In February of this year the lump grew to a massive lump, which feels like it happened over night, we made an appointment right away and got it removed. The vet said that this time if it came back there is nothing to do but put him on a chemo drug. Sure enough before he was even fully heeled it came back. We brought him in and put him on the chemo drug and that did nothing. The mass grew more and more and started to bleed constantly and my poor dog was becoming more and more uncomfortable . I decided to go to a different vet for a second opinion, they told me to take him off the chemo drug because it was massively infected and frankly they believed with the size of it the drug would do nothing. She then got us an appointment with a specialized surgeon for these types of things. We made an appointment and got some awful news. We had 2 choices put him down or do a lump amputation which would be able to get the whole mass out of his body. After tons of research going back and forth I decided I wanted to fight for my boy, I needed him to fight, I needed him. We brought him in this past Monday and the surgery went great the mass was fully out my boy was going to be ok, I was on cloud 9. Over the next day everything changed, his body started shutting down on him but the vet said over the next night will be the test if he could make it. Wednesday morning we got the call and it didn’t look good, we rushed down (the drive was 2 hours away) and the vet called us when we were one exit away that he was gone. I didn’t even get to say goodbye. The guilt I feel is indescribable I keep thinking he was all alone and I wasn’t there l. Was he looking for me? Why didn’t I go the night before? Did I even make the right choice? Why didn’t I go to the surgeon right when it grew back? Would my Roeland still be here if I did things differently?
    I just hope he knows I love him so much and I’m sorry if I put him through too much. He was my whole world and I will never forget the endless love he provided me with everyday.

  • Heidi Flores

    Hello My name is Heidi.
    My dogs name was Diamond he was beautiful blue nose pitbull He passed away Saturday May 25th due to a heat stroke. I was not aware this can happend. I feel so much guilt inside me. My husband and I feel devastated and guilty. My husband had made sure he had enough water and food. we left to a family cookout and when we came back I told my husband check on diamond and bring him inside so he can eat again. My husband came inside immediately and told me diamond was dead and I told him he is probably asleep wake him up which I couldn’t believe it but at the same time I knew my husband wouldn’t joke with me like that. Diamond will hear us and gets up right away. I went and checked for my self and he was dead he had a heat stroke and he was allready stiffed my eyes couldn’t believe it. I’ve never seen a dog that way. I ask myself if he suffered? I ask myself why did I leave him outside? I ask myself if he thought about us asking himself where is my owners? My tears just can’t stop rolling down my face. My husband and I gave him so much love. We will spend lots of time outside with him . I never seen my husband cry this much. I’m so broken and I feel we are not worthy to have another Dog. I miss him so much the house feels so lonely so sad. People need to be aware dogs can have a heat stroke in matter of 10 mins . As a first time dog owner we love him so much but we were not aware how much damage the heat can do to your pet. It’s hard to forgive myself. Every pet is unique in their own way. 💔😢

  • Susan

    I understand your pain. I have had dogs who were with me when I was in a coma. And my husband at the time divorce me. When it was time to Euthanize my dog Buttercup I did it being a vet tech I knew logically it was the best thing to do. But mentally it tore me apart. She was with me from my parting Days. To my marriage she was the only one who was aware when I truly had knowledge of my coma. She had been my best friend for 16 years.

  • E Lea

    Hi Sebastian,

    So sorry for your family’s loss. I know how difficult it is to lose a beloved Yorkie, mine was the most loyal and loving friend I’ve ever had. I also understand the guilt of losing a pet when you feel you let them down. My 14yr old Yorkie, Rudy, somehow got outside a few weeks ago, and I guess drowned in the pool. That’s where I found him floating after realizing he had gone outside ((I had left the back open). Rudy loved to swim when he was younger and sometimes jumped in. Unfortunately, once he was in he couldn’t get out. It’s human nature to ask “why” and blame ourselves for not protecting them. The only thing that has helped me is remembering how loving Rudy was when I was sad. He hated when I was sad and knew it instinctively. I know he forgives me and wouldn’t want me to be sad. He had a great life and I’ll se him again on the other side. Think of the good memories when you think of your beloved Yorkie. Take care.

  • E Lea

    Hi Chad,

    I’m so very sorry for your loss. Buster sounds like an amazing friend. I know you feel sad and guilty but Buster wouldn’t want you to be sad. It may seem like he wasn’t ready to go but I think him eating was to make you feel better. He knew it was what you wanted him to do. Also, did he ever sit still for the vet to poke him? Was this something he did and all pets do? They don’t want strangers messing with them. You made a beautiful and thoughtful choice for your beloved Buster. You are blessed because you were there when he took his final breaths. It hurts and the grief is unbelievable but the pain will be replaced with smiles. I lost my beloved Rudy a few weeks ago. He was 14 years old and I found him floating in my pool after being distracted. I never got to say goodbye and I wasn’t there for him. What comforts my husband and I is knowing we gave him a wonderful life that included travel, licks of coffee and a Dan of red wine every now and then. He loved us deeply and we will miss him. We also know Rudy hated when we were sad. I’m sure Buster is a lot like Rudy. It gets easier. Take care.

  • Chad Marsh

    My name is Chad,
    I had to put my beloved 11 year old English Bulldog down 2 days ago. I’ve had him since he was 6 months old. I had made up my mind after the loss of my last pet 15 years ago that I’d never go through that again but then I laid eyes on Buster. He stole my heart from day 1. A couple years after I got him I went through a terrible divorce and Buster soon found his place as my “rock” everyday until I got through that. We were literally best friends. Moving ahead several years when he was about 8, he started having hip and back problems. We went through meds, pain killers, laser treatments etc for about 2.5 years. He had regular visits (weekly) at the vet. Well, about 3 weeks ago he quit eating and was having a hard time catching his breath. He also had green goop coming out of his nose and he was dry heaving. After another visit to the vet, we decided to try a probiotic to see if we could get him to eat. That didn’t work. He wouldn’t eat this either. So, after a couple of days of scrambling and trying to figure out what to do we decided to take X-rays of his face organs stomach. Evidently, a large mass had developed in his stomach pushing all his vital organs up into his heart. The mass was also attached to his spleen. The mass was so large it had tremendous pressure on the lower intestines as well. The dr and I talked about options which there were really only 2….have surgery on a 11 year old bulldog with a very slim chance to survive the operation or put him down. Also, IF he survived the surgery we were worried about him being able to walk after recovery. The decision was made that we couldn’t put him through that nor me. So I took him home for a few hours before we were gonna have him put down in order to spend some quality time with him before he goes. We go back to the vet at 5pm when this is supposed to take place and all of a sudden he takes a little food from my hand and tries to act happy. It was almost like he knew. So, a couple of nurses trimmed his arm fur and tried to stick an iv in. They spent 15 mins poking my dog while I’m sitting there crying my eyes out. Buster shakes loose and runs behind me. This is the tremendous quilt that I’m living big with. He was wanting me to protect him and I didn’t. I helped gather him up and let the dr stick the iv in the other leg. She said the blood vessels in the first leg they tried were already starting to decompose and that’s why they couldn’t get the needle in. I know they say to be with your dog the whole way but that was the hardest dang thing I’ve ever had to do. Needless, to say, I’ve cried all day for 3 days. I wished he had looked and acted sick when we went and I think that would’ve helped a little. Please tell me your thoughts. This was litterally my best friend in the whole world. I told her let’s wait until Tuesday (after the holiday) and she said that was fine but if that spleen bursts while I have him that would be a miserable death. I just believe I could’ve made him comfy for a couple more days just to say a formal goodbye. Thoughts please?

  • Sebastian

    Also he strated sayin “if i didn’t let she out she wouldn’t have died or i him didn’t yeeled she she wouldn’t started runing” Everyone feels so bad but i can’t stop asking me what is going through his head I just want to help him.

  • Sebastian

    Hi my name is Sebastian
    English is not my main language.
    Two days ago my family an i were preparing for going to a party when my Dad opened the hous door to let our 11 year oldyorkie to go pee in the garden in front (we usually do this she knew were the house is and in 3 minutes she allways come back) then my dad was preparing our dog’s food when he finished he allways go outside and yells my dogs name when my dog started to coming back she started to run when mi neighbors car showed up and hit our dog in the head we could do nothing it was dead instantly my dad ran as soon as he saw he came through the door yelling “blue was killed, blue was killed” i remember being up stairs with my sister, my mom my brother and my sister started to run downstairs my dad leaved the dog in the hall everyone started crying so hard we couldn’t belived then my dad goes to the garden i came with him and he just starts crying ( i have never seen him like that) and starts saying “it was my fault” crying so much i felt heartbroken i hugged him and tell him no that it wasent his foult in 11 years of letting my dog out it was the first time it happened, now I feel like he is flaming himself but he is not telling anything, my dog always followed him everywhere my dog was always with him he was the person to feed she so i know he is the one who feels the worst, i just wanted to ask for some advice to wat to tell him so he starts feeling better.

  • Diane

    I’m so sorry for your loss. You acted out of compassion and love for your rattie. Many dogs have a second wind before being euthanized, I think it’s their way of making sure we remember them happy, but you have to consciously replace the sad images with the happy ones. If you’d like, join the Facebook group For The Love of Rat Terriers. They helped me when I lost Zoe.

  • Sharon

    Hardest decision and hardest day of my life. I Euthanized my sweet boy yesterday. He was the gentlest sweetest dog I ever had. He was a small Rat Terrier. The vet called him the sweetest gentlest dog who never complained. My boy about 8 months ago was diagnosed with Cushings disease, a short while later thyroid issues. So we put him on thyroid meds. A few months later we added diabetic dog food and insulin 2X a day. His belly kept getting bigger and bigger and he peed more and more. He became dehydrated, lost weight, his front legs on the elbows became raw as all he did was lay on the tile floor as it was cooler, drink a gallon of water a day, pee every hour and eat. He got sick again last week a bacterial infection and pancreatitis. More meds. He just continued to deteriorate. He lost muscle mass and his little legs would tremor. I knew it was time. The day we went into the vet he was acting like a happy dog and wagging his nub. I knew it would be short lived and went ahead with the euthanasia. I know in my heart I did the right thing. I stayed with him loving him the entire time. I just have mixed feelings of knowing I did the right thing for him & guilt my dog trusted me and I killed him. I can’t get the vision out of my head of the pic in his little leg, the med going into his vein to relax him & then the final med to take his life. My emotions are all over the place. I am having him cremated and will pick his remains up. I believe time will heal my heart & my memories will turn from sad times to happy times but right now my heart is broken.

  • Sherri demers

    I decided to euthanize my dog. He was absolutely the most loving dog I ever had and my heart is absolutely breaking. He was only 7 years 8 months 3 weeks Nd 1 day young. He had been bitten in the head as a 4 week old puppy. Although the vets wanted to put him down I got him help and he survived. Not without complications though. He had some brain damage and at about 8 months old he started having seizures. At first they were very far between but then about a year and a half ago he had a very violent series of four seizures. He was still on phenabarbitol. We then added potassium bromide to his seizures as he bled from the ears and nose for weeks after that one. He was having quite regular cluster seizures that ranged in frequency from ten days to 24 or 28 days. This last set of seizures were 23 days apart. But he started Monday morning at 2 a.m. by Tuesday afternoon he had almost 10 seizures and went completely blind and suffered paralysis in his back end. This lasted over 4 hours so I called the vet to have him co e yo my ho.e and euthanize my dog. I honestly didn’t think he could recover from this blindness and paralysis and it was so heart wrenching to watch him seize for so long. He did stop seizing g for the last hour or so and I fed him a bunch of treats out of the fridge and a big bowl of his dog food just before the vet euthanized him in our home. I have been researching g on the I tenet and it says he might have been able to recover from the seizures and I feel like I might have acted to hastily and should have waited for a couple of days to see if he would have recovered. He was such a special dog to me and he touched a place in my heart that no other dog will every be able to touch. I just cant quit crying and cant stop beating g myself up about the possibility that I might have acted to hastily!! I honestly thought I was stopping the dog from suffering g as he was so sad and so scared!!

  • Eulonda Kay Lea


    So sorry for your family’s loss. The worst part about dealing with grief of losing a pet is not knowing what happened. A few weeks ago I lost track of my 14 year old Yorkie while dealing with contractors in my house. When I started looking for him, I found in floating in the pool. I did my best to resuscitate him but he was gone. My overwhelming guilt and my husband’s heartbreak and initial anger were very painful. I want to know what happened so bad. Did he slip and fall in and looked for me and I didn’t come? Did he have a heart attack or stroke and die just before falling in? We want to know what could’ve been done to save him but there are no answers and there never will be.

    What has helped us some is telling ourselves Rudy wouldn’t have wanted us to be sad. We didn’t want him to die and he knows that. He loved us unconditionally and always forgave us even when we yelled at him or left him behind instead of taking him in the car with us (which he loved). Try to remember that many people love dogs too. Don’t think the worse. There’s a good chance yours were picked up by someone and living the life of Riley right now. Either way, what a great dad you were to go home and let them out. Losing a loved one is never easy but the pain will be replaced by smiles and memories.

  • Mike

    Feeling absolutely horrible. I stopped home to let my 10 year old Springer and my 8 month old French Bulldog outside to pea then went in the house to heat up my lunch. When I came back out they were gone. We’ve looked for days and no luck. I have 3 small kids and I have broken all of their hearts along with my wife. The area I live is very rural and its not like my Springer to not come home. This is pretty close to the worst I’ve ever felt and I’m not sure my family will ever be the same. This is all my fault as I should have watched them. It makes it even tougher knowing that I’ll never know what happened to them (someone picked them up? got lost and eaten by Timberwolves?) I’m really hoping someone can give me some advice on how to cope with this as it hurts so bad seeing my family like this and knowing that its all because of me.


  • Jessica

    Hi jay , I know exactly how you are feeling I just lost my baby boxer not so long ago by a horrible accident ! Just know accidents happen, we are human and we don’t know it all nor can we do it all , only you guys know how much you loved your puppy and he knew it too, when dealing with my grief I came accross a blog that said “ If you hiked to the tallest mountain and your dog accidentally jumped on you , and you fell and died , would you forgive him ? He knows you didn’t do it intentionally and chances are he would of forgave you too. Hope you fee better much love -jess

  • Jay

    We just lost our 9 year-old teacup poodle. He had had breathing issues all his life but we had consulted a vet on them and they just ended up being part and parcel of his existence. Sunday night, he was breathing oddly and making sort of a forward motion. It was odd but it didn’t seem like an emergency, so we thought it was just one of his weird breathing things that he gets over. My husband says that he had one similar to this before and came out of it seemingly fine. We never let him on the couch with us but that night we did so he would feel safe and warm with his daddies. My husband admits he was reluctant to take him right into the animal hospital if he didn’t seem to be in crisis due to the crazy expensive bill and that’s something he can’t forgive himself for.

    We talked to him throughout the night, he even enjoyed a tiny bit of treat and wanted more. We thought he would just come out of it like before. I stayed up with him for awhile after my husband went to bed. I read while he burrowed under my thigh like he loved to do. I wanted to make sure he was ok so I brought him into bed with us which we stopped doing years ago so he’d keep feeling safe. I petted him and reassured him softly and drifted off.

    Five hours later, I woke suddenly and our bedroom felt cold. I remembered – “Cooper?” – and in the dark, felt around for him. I finally found him. He was cold. He was dead.

    It was like being a horror movie. We struggled to get Google to turn on our lights so we could figure out what was doing on. We were both screaming in grief and denial. I put my fist through the drywall because I kept thinking YOU KILLED HIM YOU LET HIM DIE HE WAS PROBABLY IN PAIN AND YOU LET HIM DIE YOU KILLED HIM.

    My husband cradled him to his big barrel chest and wept over him. He was limp with his eyes open and his little tongue sticking out and my husband can’t get the image out of his head. We finally laid him down on an ottoman and just screamed and cried. And part of me was like you are a grown man and you are wailing over this dog like it was your kid. And that was the very first time I actually really understood that that was who he was. Our baby. My husband’s always been the dog daddy, I’ve always said I’m just a dog owner. And rolled my eyes at what I thought was overmothering of Cooper. This truth is that I was a parent all along.

    We eventually wrapped his body in his favorite blanket and put him in a box..and I carried him to the car to take to the vet to figure out what to do, talking softly to him and telling him it was going to be alright and how much we loved him and I’m crying as I type this.

    My husband keeps seeing his dead body. I keep thinking that he must have been like why aren’t my daddies helping me? Don’t they see I’m in trouble and pain? My heart breaks and I want to die when I think that he might have been so scared at the end.

    I’ve never felt so bad in my life. It’s on par with when I lost my dad at a young age. There is such guilt, and sorrow, and I just want him back in my arms so I can hold him and tell him that we didn’t know and how much we love him.

  • Eulonda

    We are totally heartbroken and I am feeling tremendous guilt over the death of my 14 yr old Yorkie, Rudy. I found him floating in our backyard pool Wednesday afternoon and cannot get that image out of my head. I had held him almost all day since workers at my house had the door open and he liked to wander. The moment I put him down, I got distracted with the workers and loss track of him. I had an emotional breakdown when I found him and screamed so loud and much neighbors called neighborhood security.

    My husband is also devastated and was initially very angry with me. Later that night, he apologized for his reaction but we both keep crying. Rudy has just had cancer surgery in February and was doing so much better. I feel horrible that he died alone in a swimming pool. I have been looking at pictures of him (I have many) to get the image of his limp body out of my head but it keeps coming back. My heart is broken.

  • Nickolas DiDonato

    This story just breaks my heart, I am so sorry for your loss, I truly know how horrible the pain is, I promise you I will be praying for you tonight, I hope you do not blame yourself, please do not do that, this was definitely not your fault, every time you begin to blame yourself think of this letter I am writing to you and remember it ,,” THIS WAS NOT YOUR FAULT ”
    May God Bless you and be with you Always.

    Love Always
    Nickolas DiDonato

  • Denise Martinez

    I am feeling so guilty because my dog wanted out and barked for a long time until I yelled at him. He walked away without hope I’m afraid. He did have a good life and I contributed to that. He died last month and I can’t get through the guilt. I feel so bad that I neglected his wish of going out.

  • Yasi

    I lost my dog last April 27th, he’s just 6 months old. He was not lively for 2 days and we thought it just because of the heat. He has loss of appetite that time. Then on the 3rd day, he suddenly vomited blood and I took his temp. it was 40°C, the vet was already closed because it was 6pm when I checked him. I wiped his ears and paws to keep him cool. I even fed him by syringe. I decided to take him to the vet at the morning. Unfortunately, he died past midnight.
    I was busy doing errands, and I figured I should have paid more attention to him. I should have taken him to the vet as soon as he was not feeling well.
    Till now I still feel sorry for his lost.

  • Edna

    Hi Kari. Your dog was 12.5 years old and had health issues. Your dog could have been suffering more than you realized, especially since the dog did not live with you. Would your fur baby have live longer had you sought medical attention? Perhaps, but we will never know and maybe it was just your ddoggie’s time to go. From what I have read from others who have lost pets, and based upon my own expetience, vetrinarian doctors, like human doctors don’t always know everything. The heavy breathing your dog was making may have been normal but maybe there was an undiagnosed medical conditon too. If you had resuscitated your dog, you may have only prolonged his suffering. (Dogs can look happy and still suffer).
    You wanted what was best for your dog and I am confident you made the right choice given the fact your dog had health issues and you have limited finances. If you resusitated your dog, you may have only had to euthanize. him a week or two later. I don’t think resucitation is an easy procedure. I know it isn’t for people and that is why some chronically ill people get a D.N.R. (Don not resuscitate) doctor’s order because their health is frail and they dont want any herorics to resuscitate them. It is really quite hard on a frail person to be resucitated. I would imagine it would be the same for an eldetly dog with health problems. Thinkl.of. all the love and kindness you gave your dog and dismiss any negative thoughts. Be gentle on yourself. Edna

  • Kari

    I just lost my dog this past Sunday on Easter (4/21/19). I had separated and divorced from my ex 2.5 years ago. I got custody of her, but she couldn’t come live with me as I had to move back home with my mom. She didn’t let me bring her. So, she stayed with my ex until last summer when I was able to bring her to a friend’s house. My ex had a girlfriend that was treating my dog badly, so I got her out of there. So, she stayed with a friend. Unfortunately, she had to be tied up outside, but she was on one of those trolley lines, so she could still roam around, but she was 12.5 years old, so she didn’t roam much. She also had bladder and bowel problems and would pee every 15 minutes or so. On Easter morning my friend texted me telling me he thinks I need to take her to the hospital because she’s breathing funny. She had Cushing disease and had lost muscle in her hind end which caused problems walking, and had been breathing heavily already. I just had her at the vet on 4/4/19 and they just said it’s normal for older dogs to breathe heavy. I also told them that my main goal was just to keep her happy and comfortable. So, they gave me this medicine to try, but she also had elevated liver and kidney levels, so we had to be careful. Well, I should’ve listened to my friend about taking her to the hospital sooner. Unfortunately, I got there to pick her up and drive her to the hospital. Within minutes they said she had laryngeal paralysis, then a few minutes later they told me she took her last breath. She was a 12.5 year old boxer mix (possibly with lab or border collie or German shorthair pointer-maybe even beagle). She was old, but could’ve lived longer, however, I was asked if they wanted me to resuscitate her. I told them “no” because it seemed like she was becoming miserable in her old age. I’m also currently unemployed and don’t have much money. It just seemed like letting her go peacefully was best, but now I’m seeing online about how laryngeal paralysis is fixable. Now, I’m thinking I should’ve tried resuscitation. I should’ve at least tried. I feel like I should’ve listened to my friend sooner. She didn’t have to die, but I was afraid what her life might be like if I would’ve kept her alive. I keep reminding myself that at least she got to go of natural causes. I feel guilty because she was only 12.5 years old and she could’ve lived longer. I wanted her to live til 15 or so. She really was the best dog ever. She was lovable, playful, friendly to everyone yet big enough to scare people (50 lbs), and she loved going on walks and listened to the birds outside. I’m now hating myself because I feel like I just let her die. I didn’t know the condition was treatable. I wasn’t even aware of the condition as my vet just kept saying it was normal. I feel like I cut her life short. She was so friendly to everybody and was a great snuggler. I turned to her during my marriage as I wasn’t treated very well. She was my best and only friend. I should’ve given her the chance to live longer. I just wasn’t sure because of her other health issues. She still seemed like a cheerful dog though. Other than those issues she was fine. I feel like I let her down. She should’ve been able to live to 15. I’m now doubting if what I did was right. I seriously slept with this dog in my bed throughout my marriage. I feel like I just gave her up. I should’ve had them resuscitate. I didn’t want her to die. 😭 When I separated from my ex I had literally told her I’m leaving him and not her. I told her she’s still my fur baby no matter what and that I’ll be with her until the end. I told her I wasn’t giving her up. Leaving my marriage was very difficult and leaving her there made it harder. I’m now going to bring her ashes with me. It’s not what I imagined. 😭

  • matthew miguel

    I gave her a proper burial and service behind my house and I’ve also planted an apple tree beside her that I will care for forever. I used clay to keep a footprint of the last footprint she has on this earth. I kept her collar. I’m getting pictures framed and I’m making everything I can right. I love her so much and I hope to see her again in heaven.

  • matthew miguel

    My baby girl, Koda, was only 5 when she died. Shes was my best friend. The only problem with her health was some type of sore producing allergy, or atleast that’s what the vet was dialing it down to after our constant visits together. It would make her scratch and scratch until the sores would bleed. Every night I’d spend about an hour it seemed rubbing her so she feel better. I used to leave her in the house all the time and I tried everything to potty train her but she was stubborn. I turned to an alternate solution and bought her an outside kennel, 10ft in length, 10 ft in width, and 6 ft tall. Shes been staying in this kennel for about a year now and was only in this kennel when I was not home, if I was inside my house, so was she. Whenever she was in the kennel she always tried getting out. I’d come home and shes out of the kennel waiting on me and I would always cover the dig-hole up, or put wood up around the edges so she couldn’t squeeze through the kennel gates. This time she chose to bite at the gate, and squeeze the gates pieces together until they break and then do it again the the pieces right beside it until there was a hole for her to climb out of. She made this hole about 2 foot from the ground and pushed her head and her front paws out and then I’m sure she tried using her back paws to climb up and then she got stuck, upside down, hanging from her stomach out of this hole she made in the fence. My baby girl suffocated to death and when I showed up it was too late. I held her upright and all I could do was yell and cry at the top of my lungs NO and WHY. I pried the fence back and pulled her out and held her forever. It seems so unreal that shes gone. The worst part is that I was so tired that morning that I messed up bad in my morning routine. I always put a pitcher of water in front of the door along with a cup of food, and I take it to them when I leave out the door. I forgot the water that morning and I keep telling myself that my baby just wanted some water. Shes so good and pure that idk how to bear it. She deserved so much better and I should’ve just let her stay in the house.

  • David

    Vilma Martinez,
    I’m sorry, but please don’t beat yourself up, as what the vet said is true… he would off succumb to heart failure sooner or later, even if you bought him more time with medication, it would have slowed his condition down and gave him 15 months, but the same result would have been waiting at the end.

    Best regards


    Hey Jess. I live alone. I adopted a puppy one year ago, she was deserted in a trash bin somewhere and I saw a post on facebook that someone had saved her and were looking for someone to adopt her. I had already lost my first dog to an illness (I had her for 5 years)- and I was still in terrible pain. But it broke my heart thinking about this new small puppy, homeless. I took her in. And I loved her. But I wasn’t always a good mom- I was selfish. Work, relationships, different aspects of my life were prioritized over her- regrettably.
    Two days ago my now 1-year old companion was killed by a driving car. I had tied her out in my back yard in order to clean the house- my puppy had fleas and I had just found out. So after I cleaned her, I took her out to sterilize the house. In just 15 minutes time, as I was cleaning, she managed to free herself from her collar and she ran loose to the street. A passing car hit her. I was still cleaning, in ignorance. Suddenly a woman knocked on my door and asked me if the dog that had just died was mine. I immediately replied no, thinking my dog was safe and sound in my back yard. She asked if my dog was a small brown puppy. I said yes and suddenly realized that I hadn’t heard my dog’s bark before the girl knocked on my door- which was strange because she always gave me a “warning” that someone was coming to my house. I ran at the yard and saw her colar right wher I had tied her. No puppy. I fell on the floor screaming “where is she”. The woman told me that a neighbour took my dead dog and threw her in the trash. I went to the trash bin,crying- I took her out of it, covered in blood. I took her at the forest and buried her there. I am still in shock. I feel real guilt for not always taking care of her needs as much as I could. And I feel guilty that I tied her outside to clean the house, without making 100% sure that the collar was tight enough. If I did, she would still be alive. But let me ask you a question. Did I want her to run away and get hit by a car? No. Did I want her to die? No. Did she die directly because of me? No. Not even the man who was driving the car is responsible for my puppy’s death!! Did he know he was gonna hit her? Did he want to kill my puppy? No!! Was my puppy’s fault that she died? No! She didn’t know she was in danger. Neither did I, neither did the driver of the car. None of us wanted her to die!! It was an ACCIDENT. (The same is true for you, your brother, Boxer, and the car/cars that hit Boxer. None of you wanted this accident to happen, none of you is “at fault”). The truth is, dogs are alive beings with personalities of their own. My puppy was very active, she never stood still. I couldn’t control her urges to run loose. Was it my responsibility to keep her safe? YES. Her death was an accident that I didn’t predict. Could I have done things differently? Yes. Would I change it if I could? Yes. But that doesn’t mean that I am a bad person, or that I didn’t love her more than words can describe. I am sure the same is true for you. We will not be able to forgive ourselves easily. But we will, in time. Personally, I will not get another dog anytime soon, because my beloved pet’s death taught me something- I am not mature enough to be responsible for a puppy’ s life. But that’s me. Her death was a result of bad luck AND my bad choice, my absent-mindedness, my carelessness. I should have kept her safe. I thought I did. It’s obvious I didn’t. My mistake cost her, her life. And I will use this pain, this guilt, to always remember that being responsible for another living being is a 24/7 job. It’s hard work.
    Dogs don’t exist to make us happy, to cure us of our loneliness etc. My dog wasn’t alive to make me happy. She was a living being, with a personality, a life of her own. I was the one who was supposed to always try and make her happy, take care of her, keep her safe. I didn’t realize that until it was too late. Never again will I make the same mistake.
    But I digress. My point is: it’s not your “fault” that Boxer died. You would turn back time and save him if you could. You have to accept the part you played in his death, the part where you didn’t act responsibly enough. But this doesn’t make you a bad person. It doesn’t mean you didn’t love him. It just means that you are human. Like me. Dogs are better than humans in a way. They just love us unconditionally, they idolize us, we are their constant priority, their god.
    Our dogs were better than us. They always are. It’s not easy being a dog-parent. It’s hard work. It requires a lot of maturity and responsibility. I know that now. I am sad that I didn’t realize it before, because if I did, I would have done things differently. Unfortunately, like you, I got my dog in a bad time in my life- I had a lot of issues to take care of, including an eating disorder that I I managed to overcome after fighting very hard. It is an issue I will always have to be weary of- it’s not something you just “overcome”. You always have to be careful not to relapse. You have your own issues. Fight them. I believe you are absolutely capable to do so. And, get another dog if you want- it’s obvious you have a lot of love to give. Do it when you are READY. And next time you get a dog companion, remember how much you hurt now, and strive to give him/her the best life possible. Regrets we will have, sure. Not shame, though. Move on with your life and feel happy thinking this: you are not alone.

  • Amy

    My 10 month old pit Rosie passed away just 4 days ago from parvo and I am completely devastated. My next door neighbor got Rosie when she was just 6 weeks old and when I first saw her I automatically fell in love with her. Throughout the next couple of months I would go play with her and give her treats when I saw her outside. As the months went by I noticed she wasn’t outside as much and it worried me so I decided to go talk to my next door neighbor. My neighbor told me that Rosie was just too much and she’s had been keeping her locked up on the back porch because she couldn’t handle her. She said she was just going to open the door and let her go because she couldn’t deal with her. Hearing this devastated me and I begged her to not do that and to let me keep her until she figured out what she wanted to do. She said she would think about it and let me know. The next day I came home from work and I saw Rosie running around the neighborhood so I decided to try to get her to come with me…and she did eventually. That night when the next door neighbor came home I told her that I had Rosie and she didn’t even seem to notice that she was gone or care. I asked her if I could keep her for the night and she said I could. The next day she had her 10 year old son come over and tell me that they didn’t want her anymore and that I could have her. I was beyond happy but also a little concerned because she was a pit and I already had a schnauzer and wasn’t sure how the two would interact. My fears were dismissed very quickly when I introduced the two and they fell in love with each other. This sweet sweet baby girl was 8 months old and had never really lived. She had never heard a tv or seen a mirror and was really skittish and jumped at every little sound. Seeing this completely broke my heart for this sweet baby. She had been locked up on that back porch for so long and never got to experience life. I had her for little over a month before she came down sick. During that time she got to experience life and what love is. She would go every where with me and was glued to my side. She loved to go play outside with her new acquired bubba and especially loved playing ball. She found a new love for beds and would sleep with me every night and wake me up with morning kisses. She would be staring out the window every time I come home from work and greet me at the door tail wagging. She was just the sweetest baby girl, ever. She came down sick on Monday and by Friday she was gone. She got parvo because she hadn’t been vaccinated. I regret so very very much that I didn’t take her to the vet in time. I kept telling myself that I would take her to get her shots but I never did. When she first came down sick I just thought she ate something that didn’t settle well (because she was always trying to chew on something) and that she would be okay. Monday she was lethargic and just laid around with her bubba all day. Tuesday she started vomiting and I saw she had threw up a piece of a corn cob. Seeing that just confirmed what I thought was wrong and just assumed she would start to feel better soon. Wednesday I woke up to her vomiting and bloody diarrhea and that’s when I started to really freak out. I called around to different vets to see if they could see her and what they thought was wrong and that’s when they all told me it sounded like parvo. They told me they couldn’t check her out unless I had $250. I didn’t get paid til Friday and had no way to take her to be seen. I don’t know why I didn’t suspect parvo sooner because my schnauzer had parvo when he was a puppy (he is 6 now) and had all the signs that she was showing. I knew exactly what I needed to do for my sweet Rosie so I stayed up with her all day and night Wednesday and Thursday trying to keep her hydrated and just loving on her. I talked to her and begged her to just hang on til Friday and we would get her more help. She looked at me like she understood and I could tell she was fighting so hard. She went outside for the last time Thursday with her bubba. I could tell she was really tired but she loved going outside with him. I stayed outside with them and just watched her bask in the sun for about an hour just praying she would make it. I don’t know if I was in denial or what but I had high hopes she could beat this since I had been trying to keep her hydrated. When it was time to come inside she was too weak to get up so I had to pick up my sweet baby girl and carrying her back in. I laid her on my bed and raised the blinds so she could see outside and laid there with her the rest of the day just loving on her. Thursday night was the absolute worst night of my life. She started having muscle spasms and losing function of her legs. She couldn’t get comfortable and would just stare at the wall. I continued to hug her real tight and love on her but I could tell in her eyes she was tired of fighting. I laid beside her and started crying begging her to hang on just a couple of more hours until the vet opened. I laid there for about an hour with her until I had to go to the bathroom. When I came back she was on the floor and had vomited and pooped herself. In that moment I knew she was about to die so I grabbed her up in my arms and rubbed her head and kissed on her and told her how great of a dog she was and if she couldn’t make it til the morning then that was okay and she was such a good good baby girl and did so great. At 330am on Good Friday, not even 2 minutes after I said that, my sweet baby took her last breath in my arms. It was absolutely the most horrific thing I had ever witness and been through. After she died I just laid there with her on the floor for hours just crying and wondering how this was even possible. Just a couple of days ago this sweet beautiful energetic puppy was playing ball outside, waking me up with kisses and just living life and now here I was on the floor holding her lifeless body. I feel like maybe if I wouldn’t had taken her in then she would still be alive today. If I would had taken her to the vet and got her vaccinations then she would still be alive. I wish I would have started hydrating her sooner and not thinking it was something else. I wish I would have had the money to take her to the vet Monday the first day I noticed something was wrong. I wonder if she was thinking why isn’t she helping me as I held her in my arms as she was dying. I have so many what ifs and should haves. I wish I would had done so many things different. I just feel so bad that I promised her a good long life and then ended up dying. She was still a puppy and learning what life is all about. It just seems so unfair and I feel so guilty. I wonder if she knows I love her with every ounce of me? I only had her a little over a month but she had been somewhat a part of my life since she was a puppy puppy and I loved her more than anything. She brought me joy that I didn’t even know until now. We connected on a much deeper level than I have ever experience with an animal before and we just got each other. Our bond was unbreakable. I love that little girl and had so many plans for the future and now it’s nothing. Her bubba misses her something crazy and our house doesn’t feel like a home anymore without her. I can’t stop crying and feeling like I could have saved her. I could have saved her and she would still be here with me right now. I keep on thinking I’m gonna wake up from this very bad dream. Please tell me it gets better?

  • L


    Your love kept Max alive for 14 and a half years. You took him to the vet, you invested, and because of you, Max outlived the age of the average yorkie and lived a happy life with you. Rest assure knowing he loved you deeply and your will to comfort him kept him happy. Max was too old to survive any treatment he would have received that night. His options were to prolong a worsened life or end his suffering. You gave Max his final gift by ending his life in the most comfortable way an animal can go. Euthanasia is a gift to animals. Live in peace knowing that what happened that night was for written in his destiny and that God granted all of you the opportunity to allow Max to go down the most peaceful comfortable way. His mission is complete and so is yours. Please find a way to project your guilt into love and all the lessons Max left you with. This will be an honour for him. This is fault guilt Vilma. I can see you loved your dog a family member.

  • Debbie Saliba

    On the 12th of Feb, I woke to find my beautiful 9 year old Barney’s head darting from side to side and his eyes going in the opposite direction, his bladder had emptied and he couldn’t use his hind legs. We rushed Barney to emergency, we were told he possibly had a stroke, we took him home later that morning and he made a full recovery. I took him to our regular vet to find out about his results, I was told Barney hadn’t had a trike but more likely a seizure and he would only need meds if he had another one within 12 weeks. On Tuesday Barney looked had another seizure, I called my vet and was told to give him anti inflammatory meds and go to the surgery in the morning, I called later in the evening and said he was still twitching, my vet said it sounded neurological. The next morning at the clinic Barney was very ill, he was given an IV of saline and Valium shots to held with the involuntary shaking, we were referred to a specialist clinic where Barney had an MRI, Spinal Tap, toxicology blood checks, his reflexes were fine but he was still not coherent. All results came back clear, we were then sent to the other side of town to ICU clinic, which cost $1800.00 per 12 hours. The next morning I was told my beautiful boy was in. Coma and his brain wasn’t functioning and we needed to euthanise him. I am feeling so guilty about his loss, should
    I have ignored my vets diagnosis and rushed him to emergency, I can barley breathe and am continuously breaking down. I miss him and want him back. I feel I have let him down when he needed me the most.

  • Jess

    I was a depressed soul roaming through life till Boxer came into my life , the most beautiful boxer pit mix , he was full of energy , so happy , having him around gave me a sense of security and my anxiety wasn’t taking a toll on my daily life anymore . Taking boxer out in the morning was always my brothers duty, on 3/24 while i was at work I got a call saying my 1 year 2 month old dog had been in a serious accident , I rushed home just to find out he had been put to sleep already, my brother had taken him out for a walk and his collar broke lose and he ran into incoming traffic , days before I had noticed his collar was becoming loose but i was to focused on my own issues, i can’t forgive my self , i feel so alone , so mad ,So hopeless .

  • Kecia Cobler

    I lost my beloved girl Zayla of 8 years. She was my best friend. She never left my side unless i was at work. She went most everywhere with me. We would ride together with the top down and enjoy the wind. We would cuddle at night her close to my neck like a scarf. I was coming home after a days outing and she bolted out of my garage and ran down my driveway as she typically did with the other two dogs. I briefly stopped and the dogs went to the passenger side. Somehow she got toclose and i hit her. I dont know how or what happened. She passed in minutes with her family beside her in the garage. Her loss is unbearable and the what ifs never stop. I should have not moved the car. She is gone now and there is nothing i can do to change this. I miss her so much. I find myself seeing her ball. Her collar. I cry. The tears never stop. I know i just need time but the pain is horrible. I love you so much my girl. Fly free and we will meet again one day.

  • HC

    My dog was 9. He was with some member of our family 24/7 every day of his life. Very rarely was he ever alone. About 4 months ago his world changed as he was having to be kept alone longer. My parents weren’t around, I wasn’t home due to work and overtime, brother spending time with his family and new son. My dog kept sleeping longer and them the snows started. I would come home with just enough energy to put his food and then my own and sleep. He started to slip on the stairs. No matter how much de-icer I used to shoveled the stairs. He slipped 3 times and then I believe psychologically became scared to go down or the arthritis was too much. 2 months ago he started having incontinence in the house and no matter how many pads I put down he would go. I would get angry sometimes because I would clean it and yet he wouldn’t go outside down the stairs and do it again. Finally I realized it wasn’t his fault. I started being happy and putting on a happy face for him. Not pretending I was stressed. Overtime was finally letting up. I wanted him checked out by the vet. He came back from the vet full of anxiety and breathing bad but he recovered. They gave us some anti anxiety medication for the next day. We gave it and he was taken to vet by my brother. I had his pads and water ready for when he would return. 2 minutes from our house he collapsed in car as he was breathing pretty horrible. He rushed home and I jumped in but he passed on way to a closer vet. I feel tremendous guilt in that why was I angry at my senior dog and his arthritis issues. Why did I not feed him better to offset any weight gain. Why was I too busy with tv or smartphone to play more and keep him happy while parents away. He died overweight and depressed the last 4 months. Why did I not go with him to vet to reassure. Why didn’t we pick a closer vet so that he would have relaxed on bed and not in traffic. Why didn’t the vet sedate or give him oxygen as they knew he was freaking out and had trouble breathing like before. Why did we even take him to vet. His blood was fine, no cancer or tumors or cysts. He just had elevated liver enzymes due to overweight and poor food. I would give anything to have my best friend back. It is not getting easier. He still had time. I wish I knew CPR better. Maybe if my brother didn’t panic and come home he could’ve gone straight to vet and save precious unconscious minutes. Vet didn’t intubate either. Just put oxygen mask on face. A dog that isn’t breathing cannot willingly suck the air. I regret so much. I wish I will see him again just to apologize for the end.

  • Katie

    My 10yo yorkie had the exact same problem two days ago. He was previously diagnosed with a heart murmur a few years ago but didn’t need medication. His final night he woke up panting, accelerated breathing, blue tongue, lethargic around 3am. When we went to bed he was fine. I didn’t take him to the vet because he typically coughs and breathes hard. All the sudden at 6am he collapsed and died. I feel so guilty for mistaking his symptoms as normal. I write this to you to let you know that you made the right decision because it was most likely inevitable.

  • Edna

    Hi Vilma: You are a very kind soul and a responsible dog owner who deeply loved her dog, Max. Listen to the vet, you did the kindest thing for Max. To allow an older dog to live with a serious heart condition would be selfish and may prolong poor Max’s suffering. You are experiencing a false guilt because you did everything right and what you did for Max was out of love. Guilt and grieving go hand-in-hand. I wish more pet owners were as responsible and caring as you.

  • Tommy Walker

    It’s really not like me to air out in a Forum like this but the stories I have been reading are exactly How I’m feeling.We Rescued Sadie approximately 6 and a half years ago to join our Family as we had just said goodbye to our two boxersRocky& Leila Leila made it to 10yrs and Rocky her Husband to 15 which was Quite Remarkable For the breed we expierienced Ten puppies with them and found them all great homes and it was a joy to be part of a legacy of that nature We fell in love with the Breed So when we went to adopt we were kind of looking to stay with a boxer or a boxer mix When we got there to look we were guided to what was supposed to be a box/Lab mix!!! Enter Sadie a Shiba Inu/Rat Terrier Weimaraner mix Who from the Get Go Stole My Heart She was The Most Amazing Loving Dog I Ever Had and I was Her Human We we’re inseparable and I never thought it would come to an end until this Past weekend. On Friday night she Vomited but it was not like she had never before so like all the other times I assumed she would be better the next day .The only difference this time is her vomit was decidedly Yellow but I just thought it was whatever she ate I continued to watch her Saturday but she grew more lethargic I continued to hope for the best but by Sunday early Morning I knew we had to go to the Vet We rushed her there but her red blood cells were exploding and attacking her immune system I never Saw it Coming and for That I am so Angry with Myself for not reading the signs Better She was Everything to Me and I thought it was just a Stomach ache She was in Critical condition by the time we got to the Vet and it was determined that we should Let her Go I Now Through The Wonderful world of google know what Icterist and Billorubin is But a Little To Late I cant get over this Despondency and can’t believe I went from throwing the ball with her on Friday afternoon and losing her Sunday morning I’ve had many dogs but I can’t get over the Feeling Of letting My Little Girl Down

  • Vilma Martinez

    I just lost my yorkie Max yesterday. He was diagnosed with an enlarged heart a year ago. I took him to the vet, and also get a second opinion, but the vets said his heart did not have a murmur and it was still strong. Max had been waking up panting, and coughing for the last year, but when taken to the vet, I was told there was not need to medicate him yet. An ultrasound was taken locally at the clinic, and they said everything looks good. Max ‘s health deteriorated, and I mistakenly thought that his symptoms were “ok” considering what I was told. He was eating properly, and he was still taking walks. On Saturday night he started to have a super accelerated breathing, took him to the vet with his tongue a little blue, she said “I have seen worst”, she gave us medication and went home. Max deteriorated really quickly. Went back, they gave him oxigen and gave him a shot. I was given all the records in case I had to take him to the emergency clinic. At 11 p.m. I decided to take him to the emergency clinic, and I was told he was having a “massive heart failure” and that either he was hospitalized, or euthanized, as he would not make it through the night.
    Max was 14 1/2 years old. I was told if you leave him here, you will have to pay 1,800, and there is no guarantee that he will make it. If he makes it, the condition will come back, as he is an older dog.

    We took the decision to put him to sleep. Now I am dealing with such guilt. I feel that I should not have done it, that I should have asked the emergency Dr. to apply the medication and bring him home. Instead I feel I rushed into taking the decision to euthanize him.

    The vet assured me that that was the “kindest thing to do”.

    I feel lost without him, I am dealing with guilt, and I jut don’t know if this will go away…….

    It hurts sooo much…….

  • HC

    My dog was 9. He was with some member of our family 24/7 every day of his life. Very rarely was he ever alone. About 4 months ago his world changed as he was having to be kept alone longer. My parents weren’t around, I wasn’t home due to work and overtime, brother spending time with his family and new son. My dog kept sleeping longer and them the snows started. I would come home with just enough energy to put his food and then my own and sleep. He started to slip on the stairs. No matter how much deicer I used to shoveled the stairs. He slipped 3 times and then I believe psychologically became scared to go down or the arthritis was too much. 2 months ago he started having incontinence in the house and no matter how many pads I put down he would go. I would get angry sometimes because I would clean it and yet he wouldn’t go outside down the stairs and do it again. Finally I realized it wasn’t his fault. I started being happy and putting on a happy face for him. Not pretending I was stressed. Overtime was finally letting up. I wanted him checked out by the vet. He camw back from the vet full of anxiety and breathing bad but he recovered. They gave us some anti anxiety medication for the next day. We gave it and he was taken to vet by my brother. I had his pads and water ready for when he would return. 2 minutes from our house he collapsed in car as he was breathing pretty horrible. He rushed home and I jumped in but he passed on way to a closer vet. I feel tremendous guilt in that why was I angry at my senior dog and his arthritis issues. Why did I not feed him better to offset any weight gain. Why was I too busy with tv or smartphone to play more and keep him happy while parents away. He died overweight and depressed the last 4 months. Why did I not go with him to vet to reassure. Why didn’t we pick a closer vet so that he would have relaxed on bed and not in traffic. Why didn’t the vet sedate or give him oxygen as they knew he was freaking out and had trouble breathing like before. Why did we even take him to vet. His blood was fine, no cancer or tumors or cysts. He just had elevated liver enzymes due to overweight and poor food. I would give anything to have my best friend back. It is not getting easier. He still had time. I wish I knew CPR better. Maybe if my brother didn’t panic and come home he could’ve gone straight to vet and save precious unconscious minutes. Vet didn’t intubate either. Just put oxygen mask on face. A dog that isn’t breathing cannot willingly suck the air. I regret so much. I wish I will see him again just to apologize for the end.

  • Vanessa

    We just lost our beautiful Pomeranian Panda suddenly yesterday. My husband and bought him after we had only been married a few months, I was home a lot alone and feeling anxious – Panda came and made our house a home – I never felt along and anxious again. Since he was young, he has a very bad cough and hack – he sounded like a little pig when we would take him for a walk. Despite going to numerous vets, they all told us he was fine and it was the shape of his mouth. About 2 years ago we went to a new vet, who finally diagnosed him with a heart murmur. She said he would have had it for many years, we had to adjust his little life and had to be on medicine 24/7. The medicine dried out all of his insides to remove the fluid buildup from his heart, he wasn’t the same anymore – just lathargic and sleepy. My dad found a natural alternative which worked very well, it cleared his little lungs and gave his heart strength again – he was his old self running around, twirling when he was excited and running with the horses every morning. Yesterday, he woke up feeling unwell, he was with my mum and she rang me to say he seemed off, didn’t want to eat and only stay inside which was odd for our little adventurous Panda. I asked her to FaceTime me so I could talk to him, when she did and I called out to him and he collapsed. They rushed him to the vet and I raced home crying the whole way. Unfortunately he didn’t make it, his little heart had just given way and there was nothing they could do. I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye. He was the light of our whole family, he didn’t feel like a pet because of his beautiful nature and soul. I’m overwhelmed with guilt at wishing I had done more, that I should have been with him instead of being out, that we shouldn’t have switched to a natural alternative. He died 3 months short of his 10th birthday and I don’t know what I will do without him… he will forever and always be missed.

  • Peter Keegan

    I had to put my Princess Mindi to sleep last week. She has lost so much weight over the weekend, we had been away so she was in kennels so i don’t know if she ate their at all. She vomited her food up so i gave her some chicken which she loved. The next day she didn’t touch her breakfast so i took her to the vet. She had had an issue with peeing for the last year but each time the x-rays showed nothing so we medicated her for an UTI. She seemed to get a little better each time and i thought because she was 14 that maybe she was just old and had a little trouble with peeing. The vet felt a large mass in her tummy, she had a tumour and it was pushing on her insides. Mindi never told me she was uncomfortable. When i rescued her 12 years ago i promised to protect her from everything, i feel so guilty for letting her down.
    She was such a beautiful dog, i love her so much

  • Rylee Stegmiller

    A year ago in February I lost my two year old Australian cattle dog mutt. I find myself feeling a lot of shame over it and it seeps into every other part of my life making me start to feel hatred toward myself. I tend to be a perfectionist which is probably why I am feeling this way. Anyway, here is the story.

    I picked this dog up on a busy road near my house and took her home. We saw patches of hair missing and scratches leading us to believe she’d been abused by her old owner. My boyfriend and I just fell in love with her so we tried our best to keep her. My boyfriend’s parents decided to let him keep her as he was finishing his last year of high school.

    Once my boyfriend started college, he came to stay at my house so we could carpool. Naturally, the dog came along too. The problem was she was not socialized at all and we had three other dogs, one of which could be aggressive, so she spent all of her time in my room when we were at school which was all day. When I would come home, we would take her out in my acre backyard and throw a ball to get her energy out. I always wished I had more time to spend with her.

    One night we noticed huge lumps on each side of her neck and feared that it was lymphoma. A few days before she would yelp if you touched her face wrong but I did not think anything of it. We rushed her to the animal hospital where they checked her for cancer cells under a microscope but they found fungal cells. We were relieved because we were told it was likely valley fever and could be treated. We took her home that night while we awaited test results.

    The test came back negative for valley fever and at that moment it seemed like she was doomed as the vets told me it was likely a fungus called aspergillosis that is very common but can attack weak immune systems. So in other words, it was a weak immune system killing her. We were told it was common in female dogs with a history of abuse. She always had anxiety about everything and I feel that is what killed her.

    We forced her to eat chicken so that she could take the antifungal medicine and it gave her diarrhea making things worse. We had to shove the pill down her throat as well. The entire experience was awful. I did all of this and still had to go to college full time. She got better for one day and was happy to be outside so we let her wander around in the backyard for a bit and she seemed normal. The next day, she wouldn’t even get up to see me as it seemed the fungus had spread throughout her lymphatic system but she would at least wag her tail still. We knew there was no way she would get better so we decided to put her down since we did not want to see how bad it would get. When we took her to get put down she walked around the room like normal but we were told it could just be adrenaline, so we went through with it.

    I feel like it was my fault she died. I could have done more to help with her anxiety and I could have helped her get along with the other dogs. I have a lot of hatred toward college because I feel like I’ve wasted my time I could have had with her since I was always busy and never really home. I feel shame for taking her in the first place since she did not fit the lifestyle I have now but rather the one I always wanted. I feel uncertain about the decision to put her down since I had that glimmer of hope when she walked around the yard. Her walking around the vet room when we were about to put her down also reinforces this feeling. It is just so tragic since she was so young and I find myself fearing death all the time now for myself and my loved ones. My shame for myself has seeped into my schoolwork and I find myself hating myself and destroying my relationships and good things because I feel I do not deserve them. My life just seems so dark without her.

  • DelilahSeg

    I am very sorry this happened. I know exactly how you feel. I lost my dog when I lost control of her leash on our daily run. It simply slipped my hand and I coulndt catch my small yorkie on time. A car ran over her. Even though people tell me it was an accident, I still feel great guilt. This happened 3 weeks ago. As the days go by the guilt is less intense and I slowly have come to remember of the good care I took of her during our year together. My dog was loved, happy and never neglected. I took her everywhere I could and jogging daily was our thing. She would go nuts when she knew it was time for a jog. I still feel great sorrow. Sometimes the live memory of that car haunts me out of nowhere. Seeing her broken body on my arms is something qI will probably never foget. and I still cry almost daily but in the middle of this torment, I remind myself that I loved her, I did the best I could to try to get her off the road before the car killed her and that gives me some peace. I pray that each day is a little bit better for you. This was an accident even if you blame yourself (as I did to myself). Im sure you loved your puppy very much. Hugs!

  • Les

    Yesterday afternoon, while I was trying to distract myself from the pain of a failing relationship with my S/O I went on the balcony to finish a small project. I live in the top floor Of a high rise) and my 4 month old puppy, Grace accidentally fell to her death over sixty feet below. As a small puppy she was under foot and and as I turned I bumped into her and she fell through the railing. I watched in horror as she yelped and landed in the pavement below. She didn’t die immediately. I rushed her to the nearest vet hospital, but she had expired by the time I got there. My grief and guilt are unbearable. I was pleading with god to not let her die and and begging for gods forgiveness alternatively while racing to the hospital.

    Grace was a beautifully spirited puppy. A rescue dog I took in. I got her because I need emotional support and love dogs. After I agreed to take her from the breeder I was informed had she not been given a good home the Breeder was going to have her put down as she was born with a birth defect. I share this not to defend myself or make myself feel better about the brief life she had with me, but because it’s pet of her story. My grief is still very raw and painful. I cannot go more than a short period of time without the image seeing her fall to her death haunting me. She deserved better and more astute care than I gave her. She was a an incredible, loving, playful and loving girl. I don’t know what to do or how I will cope. Thank you for reading. And thank you to whomever wrote this blog post. And, thank you to the women who sent it to me.

  • Eric Hosman

    I’m eric and just had to put my beagle mix 10-11 years old down she was doing fine until I noticed her 3rd eyelid had gone over half of her eye I took her to the vet and they gave me steroids to help with the 3rd eyelid. Well little did I know that was making something else wrong, she started drinking water in excess and peeing in the house. I thought it was because she wasnt being taken out. Until one morning I was getting ready to take her out and she peed right there. That same day my daughter told me she blood in her urine. So when I got home we took her to the 4 different vet clinics. The first was about to close. The second was doing an emergency surgery no was available at the time. The 3rd one side it would be 110.00 for the exam so I agreed but when I told the nurse the symptoms she went and talked to the vet. She came back in and said the vet had some Ideas on what it could be but it would be another 500.00 to do the tests. Unfortunately I could not afford it. Was recommended to an affordable vet clinic ( at this time it’s like 10 pm me my daughter and youngest son had not eaten) so when we get there I paid for the exam he came back and said that it was not what he thought it was but wanted to fun more test. I agreed come to find out she was diagnosed with diabetic ketoacidosis I was told she needed to be hospitalized right now. But when he started telling me how much it would cost I just could not afford to do that and had to make a decision on what to do cause according to him she may not have made it through the night. I had chosen to put her down. But now I feel like I made a bad choice by putting my financial situation in the way of her life. Could she have made it I dont know. Should I be regretting my decision by doing this. I just wanted to bring her home and discuss with my other kid. Did I jump to a conclusion. What could I have done differently, maybe getting a second opinion. Or letting her go at home.

  • Rebecca

    What a gut-wrenching decision you had to make. It sounds like you were only thinking of his best interests and that you made the most compassionate decision available.

  • Elizabeth

    I lost my dog at only 6 years old this past Monday and I feel horrible. My dog was a small dog who never left mine or my fiancé side and I mean NEVER…We were outside hanging out by the bbq when my fiancé mom comes back from walking her big dog and when he got close to us I guess the food smell triggered a fight between them and how I wish I acted faster 😢. The big dog was easily 70 pounds heavier than my little shiht zu so he definitely cost some serious damage to his little jaw . I took him to the animal hospital and they said that they couldn’t do anything for his broken jaw that I needed to see a surgeon ASAP anyway they send us home with medication but as soon as the anesthetic wore off his was screaming I’ve never heard him cry like that so we rushed back to the hospital at 2 am and they keep him overnight. We picked him up early in the am yo take him to the surgeon but when we got to the other pet hospital the dental surgeon wasn’t available until a whole week and a half alway.Anyway that doctor send us home with even more medication and antibiotics he always Muzzled and put a cone on him and Insured us that he would not be able to take it off but the moment we got home we tried to give him the pain medication but he screamed in pain again and ripped everything of ( btw I had no idea how I would be able to fed him if I couldn’t even give him liquid pain medication without him freaking out) I cried so much didn’t know what to do when my fiancé suggested that we put him down. We both hated to see him in so much pain and we felt helpless. We were even willing to drive 2 and a half hours to a different surgeon but when we called they didn’t insured us that he would be seen that day. The doctor seemed to think my dog will be fine with 12 days in pain before receiving the surgery he needed. It had only been the 2nd day after his bite but the screams that came out of him made us feel like there’s no way we can keep him like that for 12 days the pain medication didn’t seem to work so we decided that we needed to put him down.. It felt sooo wrong .. I felt guilt almost immediately after .. I keep thinking what if I just stayed home from work those 12 days and comforted him would he still be ok ?? Or what if we pick up the stronger pain medication the vet was going to prescribe to us would it have worked ??? Could his pain been more manageable if I waited a couple of more days before putting him down ???? My heart is so broken right now 💔💔😢

  • Ana

    Hi Rebecca! I know how you feel. My 14 year old dog also died with liver problems (cancer) and I also made mistakes at the time I regret it a lot. But in your case, I am a medical student and I assure you it was not that that killed him or hastened the process. In your place I would have done the same things as you. Do not blame yourself for anything. Diseases of the liver and pancreas are very rapid. She was going to die anyway. And from what you describe, he was a very happy and fortunately dog!! (I´m sorry for my english. It´s not my mother language).

  • Rebecca

    I lost my dog of 9 years on Saturday. I am on the autism spectrum and my dog and I were extremely close. I always tried to give my dog a healthy diet and exercise her, but she would often get some very small bites of my dinner and/or lunch. I was usually very dedicated to her exercise but sometimes it would be reduced in the winter when it was cold. I always thought I was giving her a good and healthy life but I am questioning everything now.

    I took her to the vet a little over a month ago because she was panting a lot, seemed less energetic, somewhat cranky and was getting tremors. Everything looked ok, and the vet thought it was maybe just aging (she was nearing 11 years old) and anxiety. Then her blood came back with elevated liver enzymes. This had happened once before, a few years ago, and we’d done Denamarin and an ultrasound. The denamarin lowered her enzymes and nothing but a few minor things seemed out of the ordinary on the ultrasound.

    I went in for another ultrasound a few weeks ago (that was the earliest appointment I could get) and her liver enzymes had sky-rocketed and there were nodules in her liver. They started her on additional medication and wanted to give it a week and then do a full biopsy (they’d already done an aspiration which didnt show anything). Since I was worried about her and wanted to do a “bucket list” sort of thing, I took her on one last road trip Friday evening, but i forgot her food. To tide her over, I gave her a few small bites of my dinner (chicken nuggets and fries). It’s very rare that i ever have fast food, and i had some hesitation about it, but at no point had either my vet or the internist given me a warning about food, and pancreatitis was not on the table at that point.

    The next day she stopped eating and got very lethargic. I took her to the hospital and they treated her medically but she wasn’t getting better and now her bilirubin levels were skyrocketing. At some point, acute pancreatitis and a potential gallbladder blockage became the main issue. We finally did surgery and they put a stent in her gall bladder to get the bile flowing. The surgery was successful but unfortunately she had a blood clot go to her lung and her heart stopped.

    I talked to the critical care vet on Sunday, mentioned the people food and asked if this is my fault. She said 100% no that I didnt cause it and couldnt have prevented it. I also looked up the fat content of what i gave her Friday night, and even allowing for much more than i gave her, the fat content isnt any higher than the recommended amount for her weight for a meal.

    I was doing ok, but today the internist called today with her liver biopsy results. Essentially all they could see was inflammation and scar tissue, which could (and maybe likely) means that she had chronic pancreatitis. When i asked the internist about people food he mentioned that there was some thought that pancreatitis could be caused by high fat although they don’t know and there are other potential causes as well. That sent me into a spiral. It makes me feel like i have been slowly killing my dog for 9 years and causing her pain. I hate that she had to be in the hospital for so long away from me and that she had to die there. My family feels like I am blaming myself unnecessarily, and I want to believe them, but I am finding it very difficult.

  • Delilah

    My yorkie was ran over by a car last week. I took her for our daily jog as usual when all the sudder I lost control of her leash. It slipped my hand as we ran. I paralyzed and began to call her and to “sit/stay” but everytime I walked towards her or the leash she moved away. Eventually she ran to the street and a car ran her over. A hit and run. I ran picked her up, she was convulsing and bleeding. Died on my arms. I couldnt move. Some lady pulled over and offered me to take me to the veterinary hospital even she was dead. So we went and the veterinarian told me the obvious and offered cremation. I called my family and they took me home. I was trembling and covered in blood. A week has passed and I feel anger and guilty. I should have taken her out. I feel shame and anger for not being able to grab her and save her. She was my companion, my first dog and I loved her. She loved going on walks and her training sessions. I dont know how to overcome this.

  • Esmee

    I’m also sorry for your loss, but I’m very glad you managed to forgive yourself and I’m also glad to know I’m not the only one who has been in that similar situation of feeling guilty about not giving the dog enough attention and feeling like it’s your own fault. I’m very happy for your sweet reply and it really helped to read your words ❤️ Thank you so much !

  • Edna

    Hi Esmee: My heart aches for you and I understand your pain. One of the hardest things to do is to forgive ourselves for our shortcomings, mistakes, wrong choices. It looks like you have learned from your mistake because you are showing more love and attention to your new dog. Mistakes teach us lessons and help us to grow and become better people. You can’t live in the past with your regret. Dogs are very kind souls and I think your dog would not want you to keep beating yourself up. You dog would forgive you, God too will forgive you if you ask Him to so now it is your turn to forgive yourself. It will be 2 years in April since my 17 year old toy poodle died and I too was full of regret shame and guilt because it was my fault he died. I accidentally poisoned him by giving him the cat’s medicine. He started to get weak and stopped eating and drinking. I thought he was dying of old age. He wawas not whimpering or making any noise like he was in pain so I let nature take it’s course. I did make an appointment to have him put down a couple of days later. Looking back II should have acted faster. I too look back at how I could have been more patient and shown more I love. I wept bitterly after he died because I know I should have been more attentive. Coco”s death made me see a side of myself I did realize I had. I was made painfully aware of my selfishness and my lack of attention towards Coco at times. I am now more at peace because I have forgiven myself. I still feel a little sad but like you I know I loved him. To make matters worse, Coco was my dad’d dog and I got him when dad died in 2010. Dad showered Coco with so much love and affection. Coco was soooo spoiled. I could mot compete with my dad. I tried my best to look after Coco but I workedand had a busier life so Coco had to be left alone often. I want to add that youreighbour is a mean man and should have been charged for killing your dog. I am sorry you had to see your dog die in front of you. I hope your neighbour comes to a place in his life wher he feels so bad that he asks for your forgiveness. Take care and move forward. You are not a bad person.

  • Esmee

    This year it will be two years since my dear dog died. He was shot and murdered by my neighbour in consultation with my own parents because my dog would always chase after the chickens because of his instinct. He was shot right before my eyes and even though almost two years have passed I think of this every day, what I saw, heard and felt. What I think of the most is that I didn’t give the dog the lots of attention and love it deserved because I was often scolding him when he did something bad. I didn’t even play with him and walk with him so much. I regret it so much that I wouldn’t spoil him with love, but now that he’s gone and has been gone so long my heart still aches and lets me know that I really did love him even though I was stupid enough to not show it. Did he know I loved him? I feel like he didn’t, because I often scolded him and got angry. I feel so much guilt and regret, I really should have given him more attention while I could. Now at this day I have a learned from my mistakes and I have a new dog which I shower with love and attention and which I walk and play with 24/7 and which I have raised perfectly. However, I still really really regret that I did not do the same with the dog which died right in front of me because he also deserved the world. I feel so bad…

  • Theresa

    Thank you for sharing your story. I feel immense pain and guilt for losing my 9yr old Silky Terrier. We’ve just moved to a new house with no secured gates. He usually likes to be outdoors during the day. So I left him out in the morning and blocked him in one part of the yard. After doing errands 3 hours later I found him unconscious due to the heatwave. If only I realised it was hot, left him indoors or moved him to more shade. I miss him so much, he brought me so much joy and now he’ll never be back – I just want to redo that day and save him.

  • Roxanne

    Jenifer I know your pain…
    Do the 18 suggestions involves a lot of writing but it saved my life.

  • Roxanne

    I’m sorry for your pain…..twice! Guilt will kill us if we don’t follow the 18 suggestions laid out on this website.scroll to top of this page and work them….it involves a lot of writing but that is what will help heal us. I had to do the writings after I overdosed my 19 1/2 yr old fur baby who was my life…. I know now you can’t see an end in site. But the pain does leave for long periods of time. I still can cry at the drop of the hat and it happened August 23. The healing is there do the work, you’ll feel closer to your babies.
    God Bless

  • Roxanne Roach

    He knew how much you loved him…that’s why he left when you were gone. He wanted to spare you the trauma.

  • Melanie

    I am still in a state of shock I think. I had lost my childhood dog from old age back in May. I loved that dog with all my heart and it took a really long time until I felt like I could find another little guy to love. I looked for a good month for the perfect dog, and then I found him. Waiting for my baby to be old enough to come home with me was so hard and I thought that would be the hardest thing we’d have to do for awhile.. After 2 months of playing and cuddling Chester got big enough to get food out of the other dogs bowl. He was still pretty tiny and had to try really hard but he’d get a few pieces here and there. Yesterday he was trying harder than normal to get the food, and when he finally did he started making the weirdest noises, I wasn’t even sure what happened, but he was choking. It all happened so fast and I didn’t know what to do. We called the emergency vet and they told us to just bring him in and that’s all we could do. With it being Sunday in our neighborhood the only vet that was open was 30 minutes away. My 4 month old baby boy died in my arms before we got there. They told us that there was a 5% chance to get him back but we still wanted them to try and it didn’t work. We spent the next few hours laying on the floor with his body.
    I just keep thinking that I should have put the big dogs food up when I saw him trying so hard or I should have tried something to get the food out. I had no idea what to do or where to press. I feel like my dog had the unfortunate luck of getting me as an owner, and would still be alive if it wasn’t for me. I know that he’s probably with my other dog that died back in May but I don’t know that for sure. I don’t know how I will ever get over this. My heart is so broken.

  • rose

    Your story touched me the most because it is close to how I am feeling. My boy died just 3 days ago and i can’t forgive myself for not being there when he needed me. We were pretty much inseparable and I knew he had advanced cancer and I knew he wasn’t feeling good that morning but I went to work expecting to come back to him waiting to take him out at lunchtime. I was late and there he was lying dead by the door waiting for me. Was he is pain? Was he sad and thought I didn’t care? I just go over and over it. My precious boy left to die alone like that while I was wasting time and carelessly neglecting his needs. I’ll never get another chance to make the right decision.I loved my boy so much, I am completely broken.

  • Tina

    Thank you for your empathetic. I’m feeling a little bit better everyday, and I hope you will do the same.

  • Jenifer Brown

    I lost my baby girl, Daisy, two days ago. I adopted her when she was one, she was 14 when she died. She hasd been having some health issues, one being loss of bladder control. We left the doggy door open for her during the day so she could go outside to potty when she needed to. She always followed my car out to the gate when I left in the morning and, after I pulled out I would come back and love on her and then shut the gate and leave. She was always behind my car because she moved slowly. Somehow on Tuesday morning, she got in front of my car. I ran over her and then did it again. I don’t know why or how I did that. What was I thinking. When I got out of the car she was up and limping and crying. I realized what I had done. I took her to the emergency vet. She had no broken bones or internal injuries, but had no feeling in her back legs. The vet said it might come back, but she would still require surgery and did I want to put her through that at her age. They brought her in so I could be there with her when they put her to sleep and she was just lying on the table crying. I held her in my arms and told her how much I loved her and how much I would miss her. I don’t know how to forgive myself. I know she would forgive me, but I can’t imagine ever forgiving myself. She was my baby girl from the minute I adopted her. I could never imagine who could have possibly given her up. She was at the gate morning and night wagging her tail so excited to see mommy was home. I feel guilt, but must feel shame too. My ex-husband ran over two of his dogs and I always thought, “who could be so stupid” and now it is me. I am such an animal lover. I have 6 other rescue dogs. I volunteer for transport. My animals always come first. I wish I could turn back time. I just keep reliving the whole horrible incident. My husband keeps telling me it was an accident. I know that, but it doesn’t really help.

  • Thomas

    I can feel your pain, I understand and even if I cannot offer any real meaningful words, try to think of the good memories.

  • Michelle

    I’m not really sure how to go about this. However I find myself here at 3 am seeking something that my heart is craving. My fiancé and I woke up Friday, February 22, 2019 at 10 am. We had to get ready and leave for an important lunch date with family. I was getting dressed and my fiancé decided to take our lab and chihuahua/min pin mix out to potty. When the apartment door opened, I heard Chloe’s (chi/minpin) leash unhook and then I heard the dogs fighting, I ran out of my room to see our neighbors dog in our foyer attacking our lab. I grabbed clothes to throw on and in a matter of 2 minutes it was over and I saw our lab inside (no injuries) but no Chloe, I ran outside to see my fiancé frantically calling for Chloe. Our apartment maintenance men came over to see what the camotion was and I didn’t know exactly what was going on. Chloe never ran away, before we ever moved to an apartment she was trained to walk without a leash, always came to us when we called her, we all looked for hours, I got upset when I found out the neighbor had opened her door and her dog ran out and came and attacked our lab IN our apartment foyer so I spoke to her in anger and said things I normally wouldn’t. We searched and searched for Chloe. It was raining and I new she hated the rain. I just knew someone stole my Chloe! The neighbor ended up not helping us look anymore, she had somewhere to go. In the midst of all of this I began to have a panic attack. I informed our leasing office and they eventually and not right away sent out an email to all residents to be on the look out for her. We searched and searched. I had her blankets and toys on our patio because she was small enough to fit through the railings, in hopes she’d return home! I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, and I continued to pray. We continued to walk our lab to hopefully catch a scent or to leave his scent so she could find her way back home! We knew she was scared and ran, or someone took her. Next day, Saturday, we had friends looking for her while we went to local shelters, and vets and groomers hanging flyers. No one had seen her. I posted on several pages on social media, and the Nextdoor app. I had a lot of strangers driving to my neighborhood to look for her. Still no Chloe. We had amazing friends come and helped us hang over 200 flyers on every apartment door and on every dumpster, mailbox, the fitness center, the dog park, and all. It was raining and we had to put the flyers in plastic sleeves, we searched and searched. Drove around and walked our lab again. For hours on end! Sunday morning rolled around, still haven’t ate or slept, took our lab for a walk again, it was sunny and felt nice out and I knew if Chloe was around we would find her. She loves the warm weather. I was feeling hopeful. Finally I actually felt like eating. Told my fiancé “let’s go get some food” just as I said that I got a call. “I’ve found your dog” I rejoiced and was extremely happy, my fiancé called our friends while I was rejoicing on the phone with this caller, then the caller said “unfortunately she is deceased” I cried so loud. I froze in fear that I was living out my worst nightmare! She had gotten into the pool at the neighboring apartment complex. It wasn’t very far, and I don’t know how or why she got in. This woman that called me, worked at the office of that complex, one of their residents had seen her in there floating and no one knew what to do, she got in and got my baby out. She had her in a nice sized box when we went over to get her. I was so distraught, I couldn’t open it to look at her, so the woman showed me pictures, pictures I keep seeing in my mind, and it was in fact my baby! It was a Sunday, all places for cremation were closed and we had called a friend who works in the vetinarian business who was willing to meet us at her business for Chloe’s cremation. She made me beautiful paw prints in clay and she saved her collar for me. I got her ashes back on Wednesday and I kiss the box every night before bed. Chloe turned 10 on December 19th 2018 and I had her since birth. Her mother wasn’t letting her get milk Bc she was the runt and so I took her and bottle fed her. She was my best friend and she was always by my side. I feel like I let her down in so many ways! She always relied on me for everything. I miss her so bad it hurts. I can’t put her food dish away, I can’t find it in me to put up her kennel and her toys and blankets. I miss her warmth next to me at night, I miss her greeting me when I get out the shower just to lick the water off my legs. I miss her running in circles under the dinner table when I’m making her food. I miss her bark and the sound she makes when she yawns. I miss her happy little face when I walk in the door and her tail wagging 100 mph! My lab is depressed and constantly looks for her. I am so angry at my neighbor for using poor judgement that day and I can’t bare to see her. I’m in so much pain, I can’t stop thinking about it all!! 💔

  • letisha magee

    I’m so sorry for your loss I lost my chihuahua not too long ago and it have the same symptoms that couldn’t breathe I didn’t give it chicken with garlic though so I don’t think that’s the cause it probably was the pneumonia cuz I was thinking that my dog either had respiratory issue or a heart problem please please don’t blame yourself you are a good pet parent just live for those days that you were here with him not don’t dwell on the end of his life.

  • Holli

    Noelle and Joan, my dog too was having breathing trouble but the ER vet told me he would be ok because he thought he knew what was ailing him. All my guilt stems from not being with him and leaving him at the vet to die with nobody he knew around him. His final hours are what haunt me & I feel horrible for trusting a human over my instincts. I hope we can all eventually find some peace.

  • Tabitha

    My story is similar, and it’s killing me inside. Our 4 year old girl started with a stomach illness in late November. She had always been a hefty girl, but had started losing weight and not acting like herself. We took her to the vet and got her on antibiotics. Blood work showed inflammation, but that was it. X-ray showed no growths. We fed her baby food (pure chicken and turkey) and boiled chicken. Our friend, who has owned many boxers, and whose dogs were our girls parents, saw her and said she appeared ok. We took her to a dog chiropractor which seemed to relieve some of the pain she seemed to be feeling. When she was “better”, we changed her kibble, thinking that’s what made her sick (even though she had eaten ORIJEN all her life). By late December, we noticed she still wasn’t taking well to her new kibble and still losing weight. We took her to the pet food store, and requested a swap out of the food. They said for a boxer, she could stand to lose a little more weight. They said she appeared healthy and was most likely being stubborn over not getting pampered with human food. They said dogs will not starve themselves, and if we stick to it, that she would eat the kibble. We went home to try it. Two weeks later, she was still not taking it. I went back to the pet food store and got her Honest Kitchen. She ate that fairly well for about two weeks. However, she was still losing weight and had never gone back to being her old self (pre November). We thought the sickness had just effected her long term, and she was losing weight because she wasn’t eating much of her food and holding out for our food which she devoured every chance she got. She had intermittent vomiting and one bout of diarrhea throughout this time. We thought she was anxious and running too much after eating. When I mentioned the stubborness to my friend, she said it totally makes sense and her dogs are very stubborn, too. Throughout this time, she was still playing, cuddling, and had energy. While it didn’t match her energy levels before, it was still enough to convince us that she was ok. She had her ears pinned back often and would sit like a human. She also was shivering. However, she was experiencing her first cold winter ever. We got her in a warm humid climate and moved, last March, to an area further North with below freezing temps throughout the winter. We cuddled with her and covered her with blankets to keep her warm. When she would bark at us for food when she had food in her food bowl, I was firm with her, and sometimes scolded her, saying she already had food…again thinking she was just being stubborn. I thought maybe she had a bladder infection, but after watching her pee and poop, it all looked normal and she didn’t seem to be straining. This last week, she really went downhill. By the time we got her to the vet, Thursday evening, they palpated a grapefruit size mass in her abdomen. Her bloodwork was the same as November, but this time with a highly elevated WBC. We were sent to a 24 hour facility to do surgery right away. Upon presentation and reviews of the xrays, the 24 hour care facility thought it was likely to be lymphoma and said we should do an ultrasound first because those respond better to chemo than surgery. We said ok. After the ultrasound and biopsy, they found it was not lymphoma and the tumor was rubbery indicating a GIST on the root of the mesentery. At that point, she started decompensating, with blood coming out of her bottom, obvious pain, and wetting herself. They took her back to surgery to find the tumor had strangled the blood vessels of the mesentery killing 90% of her small intestines. He also tested lymph nodes far from the area of the tumor and they showed to be cancerous. He said if he was to correct her short bowel, removing the tumor could cause further damage to her intestines. Also, the cancer had spread, so it would likely take her another way, and her last few days to months would be spent in pain and not being able to eat properly. He said none of the vets at the hospital would operate on their dogs in that state. We made the decision to put her down and be with her during the process. The doctor said he was shocked by how bad she looked inside given the way she presented on the outside. I am so angry and upset at myself for not noticing the signs for what they were. For not taking her back to the vet sooner. For trusting a f-ing pet food store owner over calling for expert advice from a vet. Maybe we could have at least prolonged her life or spoiled her these last two months instead of thinking she was being stubborn. I don’t know how to forgive myself. I feel like we let her down, like we’re the worst parents and everyone is saying you did all you could and I’m thinking, but I didn’t! I should have had the notion/gumption to call the vet, rather than rationalizing every sign!!!! 😭😭😭 I started part time grad school, had a lot of high profile projects going on at work, and our boys had a lot of extra curricular activities. My husband was with her day in and day out (he works from home) and thought she was fine. I feel like we were so bush that we failed to protect the one who relied on us most. It kills me inside! I pray that she forgives us, that she is no longer in pain, and that she comes back to visit. We miss her sooooo much!

  • Tina

    I have a same situation. I left my dog alone at the hospital but luckily the vet called me and I came just in time to say goodbye to my dog. It was not easy at all. But I did try my best to save my dog. 3 months has passed. I hope you feel better now

  • Tina

    Hi David,
    Thank you for the information. It was chicken with garlic with I bought from a restaurant. I don’t know how much garlic that the cooker put in chicken, but maybe not much as large raw garlic cloves allowance. I feel much better now.

  • David

    Garlic is only bad in large amounts, like seriously “LARGE” amounts… Garlic is actually good for respiratory health, I had a Dachshund that was given supplements from a company called “Denes”, and one supplement was “Garlic Oil Capsules”.

    Check out the links, have a read, see what you think… may ease your mind?

    Best regards

  • Tina

    Hi David, I gave my dog food with garlic, then garlic poisoned my dog. I did not know that garlic can kill dogs. I don’t know what to say because I still extremely feel guilty now, but you’re not alone. I hope our pets forgive our stupic mistake and RIP.

  • Tina

    I think I have the same mistake like yours. I gave my dog chicken which had garlic on it. And garlic poisoned my dog. He died after 4 days. I didn’t know that I did wrong until now, when I did some research about garlic. Don’t know when I will feel better, but just want to say that, you’re not alone.

  • Tina

    I just lost my dog 2 days ago, Harley. He was a little Havapoo dog. I had him for more than 8 years and he had been very healthy. But last Saturday, I gave him chicken which had garlic on it. I don’t know how much garlic in the chicken, but the next day, Harley started to have diarrhea, then vomit. I took him to the vet on Monday, and when the vet asked me about his food, I just said he ate chicken without mention garlic. Then the vet gave him shot to stop the vomiting. One day later, Harley had difficult to breath. I took him to the vet again and did some X-rays. The vet saw something in his lung, so he thought Harley had pneumonia, and gave him some antibiotics. Until that afternoon, my dog didn’t get anything better, so I took him to ER hospital and left him there for treatment, and of course, I didn’t mention about garlic because I really didn’t know that garlic is really harmful for dog. Next day, Harley was suffering in breathing and and had to decide to let him go. I was sad, so sad, but still feel okay until now. I asked myself why my dog died so soon, then I suddenly remembered that the food I gave him had garlic in it. I did some research and realized that all the symptoms which Harley had was garlic poisoning. If I remember it earlier, I could save my beloved. I’m hate myself. I don’t know what’s to do to feel better now. Just because my stupid and my dog died in suffering.

  • Samantha

    I’m so, so very sorry you had to go through that. Unfortunately i lost my sweet, perfect cat in a similar way 5 weeks ago. He was perfect and my baby and I am so heartbroken and torn up with grief, guilt, and regret with how bad his last few minutes were. I completely panicked and I don’t feel like I comforted him with those last few breaths because everything was so unexpected. You sound like an amazing pet parent and I hope you can find comfort in knowing how great you were to you baby and the wonderful life you gave her.

  • Nikki pozeznik

    I had my little Zoe for 14 years she was my life we were watching another dog a little Chihuahua. So instead of making sure that my Zoe was safe out of the way of a truck because my husband was fixing to leave I was making sure that The little Chihuahua was out of the way and I thought for sure my husband wasn’t going to miss no way and somehow somehow she got a punch the wheel when you read over her she died in my arms and it was my fault no never get over it should’ve been me not her she was the most sweetest little edible and I’m not ever going to get over this

  • Krystal

    Constantly, to where my heart actually feels like it is burning and being squeezed . I just lost my dog yesterday from heart failure . I was at work and the vet xalked the wrong number to tell me he wasnt going to make it and I had no idea . I lost him and the anxiety is unbearable. I keep a stuffee animal that looks like him with me at all times to hug . Helps a little when the intense anxiety hits

  • Monica

    Hi all, I really wanted a place to express my sadness in a place where it’s understood. I lost my yorkie yesterday and it was very unexpected.

    In October 2017 I had my first child. He had colic and my dogs were very loud. So when I got him to sleep and they woke him up, I was upset. I was suffering with PPD and a colicky baby. I was a mess. So to prevent the dogs from waking my baby up, I kept them in a different part of the house. After he outgrew the colic, I let them roam to wherever they pleased. My grandfather and grandma constantly complained about the dogs when they came over to watch my baby when I went to work so I put them in the part of the house again some of the time and let them roam the other part.
    Fast forward to a few months ago, my Eevee was tied with her father. Luckily she didn’t get pregnant and I was able to have her father neutered before that happened again. I was in the process of getting my dogs fixed when I got pregnant yet again. My grandma was coming over to get my baby and my dogs were isolated to a separate part of the house. I asked my husband to go get the dogs after we got the house cleaned. He couldn’t find Eevee. Upon going back to that part of the house he discovered her body…that had a half dead puppy hanging out. She was a tiny dog, she had dwarfism. He tried to resuscitate her to no avail. He said she couldn’t have been dead long. It has devestated me. It was so unexpected and no one knew she was pregnant. The puppy she was pushing out wasn’t fully formed and probably too big for her. We give our dogs a bath every week, we’ve taken her to the groomer and she wasn’t showing and hasn’t been around bigger dogs than her that weren’t neutered but a handful of times. I do have a bigger male yorkie that wasn’t neutured and I’m assuming he was the father. But this has completely shocked me. I blame myself. I wonder if I had known she was pregnant if I could have saved her? Or if I would have let her roam if I could have helped her? It has been an awful weekend and I can’t help wonder “what if”?

  • Jade

    Hi All, I lost my first dog, French bulldog, Jax a couple of weeks ago. I was never a dog person and Jax changed all of this. He followed me everywhere and just wanted to be near me all the time. I loved that. I fed him like normal, went out the front and then went back to play with him to find him vomiting everywhere. My husband did whatever he could to help him and got to the vet within 10 minutes. Somehow food got caught in his windpipe and he couldn’t breath and his heart stopped. I just feel so guilty because I have him the food. I can’t stop thinking about him and crying because I would do anything to have him with me again. I just want to hug him and tell him how sorry I am. I am also pregnant and everyone keeps saying focus on the baby, I can’t thought and I feel guilty about that because all I can think about is Jax. I wish I could turn back time and I wish I didn’t give him that food I just feel so so bad. I don’t know how to get through this and be excited for the baby. Everytime I get happy I think of Jax and just feel bad for being happy 🙁

  • Katie

    Thank you for the kind words. I would never wish this awful situation on anyone, but it does help to know others have gone through it and survived the sadness. Sorry for the loss of your puppy.

  • Rebecca

    I am so, so sorry for your loss. I lost my puppy due to my own negligence with a bottle of medicine. I know how overwhelming the guilt can be. Please try to be gentle with yourself and think of the LOVE.

  • Katie

    I just lost my sweet, beloved cat. It was entirely my fault. My cat and her two siblings were found in our yard almost three years ago, so we’ve raised them on our farm and in our home and loved them so much. They are the sweetest, kindest animals and such a source of joy and love in our small family. Keeping track of three indoor/outdoor cats is a challenge, but I always made sure they made it in safely each night. A couple days ago, distracted and just getting through my day I shut the small safe we have in our house and locked it, like I always do. My dear sweet kitty was inside. I knew she was in the house, so I didn’t worry about where she’d gotten off to that evening, and in the morning my partner told me all the cats were outside, so again I didn’t think to worry. He found her later in the morning. She had died, alone and scared I’m sure, and so close to help that we did not know to give.
    I am so devastated and am still working through the shock of how I could possibly do such a thing unknowingly. I am such an animal lover, and would never harm an animal on purpose EVER. I know in my heart it was just a dumb mistake, a freak accident. I can’t, even now, imagine how she could have fit in there and especially without me noticing. Somehow she just slipped my notice and other small moments led to us not taking corrective action. But still, knowing that doesn’t stop how painful this is.
    It’s hard to separate the pain of the loss from the awfulness of her death and the god-awful feeling of knowing it was completely avoidable. I keep thinking of all the small moments and decisions that could have resulted in a different outcome, even though I know it’s no use.
    Our house will not be the same, though we still have her two sweet brothers. I feel such shame, despite knowing it was truly truly the only moment I’ve had with these cats that wasn’t pure love and joy, care. I’m not sure how to sit with this. This is probably the worst I’ve ever felt.

  • sam cam

    Hi everyone.. My dog passed away on last Saturday on Feb 16 2019 around 3 pm. His name was chance but we called him chance poo. I actually used to be a dog walker for wag and saw that there was a request to watch a dog. I was debating the idea of bringing a dog to my house for a few weeks, but I was like hey more money would be great so I accepted it and that’s where I met my baby chance. I remember the second that I met him, he was scared and wondering who I was. I watched him for almost a month and from the first day I met him, he did not leave my side. my whole family grew attached to him, and the day it came to picking up chance I was really sad and cried when the owner picked him up. after her seeing the bond chance and I grew together, she offered me to buy him in april of 2018. he was about 6 months old. I was so happy and kept him. he would sleep with me every single night, loved playing with his bone tossing it side to side, was loyal to me and followed me everywhere. I would even take him to the stores, malls, etc and he even went to Canada and other states with my family and I. I went to mexico for two weeks in January and my dad told me that every single night my boy slept in my bedroom waiting for me. he was an angel. Everything turned downhill when I let my boyfriend take him for ONE night. my boyfriend loved chance so much and wanted to have a sleepover with chance. I said well why not that would be cute. he sent me pics of them and of chance sleeping and the night went great. the next day I was telling him to come with chance earlier than planned so that we could do something earlier, but I then was like, well if you wanna spend more time with you fam just come a bit later wit chance. my boyfriend kevin asked his dad to take chance with him running. chance did not know kevins dad and his dad doesn’t even like dogs. so they are half way done running and chance freaks out and his collar comes off. hes wondering who this man is and tries running back home with kevin and gits hit by a car. my little baby got hit by a car and my bfs dad just left him there. he went running back to his house to tell kevin and that’s when kevin facetimes me telling me that chance got hit by a car. im freaking out like where is he?? is he ok? I immediately cried and my heart sank. kevin tells me that chance is on the side of the street where he got hit and im so scared and mad and tell him to go get chance. he drives back to where chance is and im cryinig and telling him to take him to the vet and that im on my way. my bf tells me that hes alive and when I get to the vet, they tell me theyre sorry and I immediately fell into tears. how could this happen to my baby? his body was completely fine just the inside of his mouth was bloody and his ears. my poor baby died on the spot, not at the vet. he was left alone probably wondering what was happening and where his human mommy was.i cant imagine how he was feeling and the fact that he was left there dying!? my dad, borther, and I balled our eyes out because chance was like no other dog at all. it hurts me because I did not choose him, he chose me. he trusted me and stuck by my side and I let him down. I wish I could go back in time and have told kevin that he cant take my baby. my heart aches and is waiting for him to come home. the house doesn’t feel the same without him. we just barely moved into this house for him and my older dog sassy to have more space and be able to run freely. I know this would have not happened if I took him to the park or even if he stayed home with me. all I will have left is his ashes. I truly thought he was going to be alive and that he would be ok. any amount of money for him to still be here with us is so much better than him being gone. im just so mad at the scenario. I cried for days, but ive just reached that angry part. is hard to e mad at my boyfriend and his dad because accidents happen but my love is gone. I fear to ever have another dog because I cant replace chance. chance was once in a lifetime.

  • Dawn

    We adopted Ellie from a shelter as a 10 week old puppy. She was extraordinary! She was smart, loving, her tail would was in circles she was so happy. She would cuddle, she loved to be the big spoon.. Even from a tiny puppy, she would wrap you in her gangling long legs. We lost her on Saturday night, 10 months old. I was travelling for work and my husband popped out to a friend, for less than 2 hours. The dogs were playing and the easy release collar got caught around Pickle’s lower jaw, It didn’t release, and Ellie was strangled. My husband got home to find them still tangled together. He had to phone me to tell me.
    It’s devastating for so many reasons… I noticed the collars on the dogs in the pictures he sent me – but didn’t want to NAG… He was doing everything he could to run the house on his own. the dogs had collars on, when they go to day care, and we often left them on over weekends.. She was so trusting, and loving.. She can’t have understood what was happening.. and I can’t turn off the pictures in my head of what she went through.. Our boy, Pickle, went through a massive trauma too – and is very distant from my husband now.. It’s only been a few days.. But we are heartbroken.. and filled with regret, sadness and grief..
    So many “if only’s”…

  • Ana

    Hello, Gina! Luna did not vomit blood. He vomited greenish fluid and had totally yellow diarrhea. And she was diagnosed with liver cancer. All symptoms were cancer related. After all this time I still could not overcome what happened.

  • David

    I don’t understand why you blame yourself, it’s not like you caused his suffering from what I can gather, if like you said, it’s cancer then that’s nothing to do with you and given the age of 12 yrs and him being a large dog, it’s only natural that something like cancer etc would cause him to pass, I remember my sister had a cat that developed a tumour in his face, she did everything she could operations etc, but the cancer still came back, from February 1999 when the cancer developed to him being euthanised in April 1999.
    So it really didn’t make much difference.

    It’s difficult when it comes to the end, weather we make the decision or they die naturally at home I think we always second guess ourselves?

    I had a 17yr old Dachshund, who passed away at home, I’m thinking it was “Congestive Heart Failure” as he was diagnosed with a murmur many years ago when he was younger, but it still troubled me, maybe if I’d got him to the vets sooner I would of bought him more time, it may have been 6 days, 6 months or 16 months, but it still bugs me?

    Best regards

  • Thomas Oosthuizen

    Hi Judy, I can totally relate to that. Because I believe these little souls have insight, like you I know my boy wonder why I did what I did because our bond was so strong. I really thought I was helping him but I made him suffer. I will never forgive me for that. All I know, is that you and I both loves our two doggies unconditionally, we gave them so much love for so long, that they never doubted our love. That is the only thing I can say that make you feel better. Something I realised about me over the weekend, is that I somehow did not want to acknowledge my boy was dying, I somehow wiped it form my brain because I could not even think about it. We do what we do when we do it and we all are only human and we make mistakes. I am sure Pokey knew how much you loved him. But this kind of thing will stay with you and me forever, regards, Thomas

  • Judy

    My dogs name was Pokey. He was a white part cocker spaniel. I adopted him from a pound in Ventura, Ca. I was about 11 years old. When we moved back to Mississippi about 4 years later, we took Pokey with us. We had been in Mississippi about a year (maybe less). The weather was cold one night and I think I remember asking my daddy would he be ok. He said he could get under the house. Needless to say my baby died that night. I am 72 years old now and crying as I write this. I don’t know why we left him outside I would never do it now. Sometimes I blame my daddy. I still grieve for him. It still breaks my heart.

  • Holli

    If ever you can have a soulmate that’s not a human, that’s the way I felt about my dog and how it seems you feel about yours. It’s very validating to have a creature need you and desire to be with you all the time. I do have 2 other sweet dogs that are helping to mend my broken heart, but they will never replace my sweet Blaze. I don’t even fully understand myself why my love for him was different from the other dogs. We were just super bonded. Hopefully, one day, when you are ready, you can find another one who will help to mend your broken heart.

  • Diane Becker

    I am so sorry for your pain. I am also not a forum person, but my story of Zoe is down below. It’s very similar to yours. I was asked if she could play outside the fence with the other dogs, and I said yes. There is a busy road, but we’re in the country and the yard is ginormous, didn’t even imagine her going that far. At the moment she ran away…I had felt a pain and was on my phone googling kidney stone pains. I wasn’t even paying attention to my baby. Somebody else screamed. I did chase her to the road. The only difference between me and you was that I saw it all. I still foolishly thought I was in control. I was standing in the bar ditch, waving and screaming at the car a half mile away while trying to get my dog to come back to me. I saw every second of when they hit her. I prayed that when I ran to her, that she was gone because I didn’t want her to feel that pain. I still blame myself for not crossing the highway and grabbing her. And for trusting her in the first place. 10 minutes before she died, she scared herself and jumped on my lap and I told her she was safe and that she should go play with the other dogs. It’s been 20 months. Zoe’s death taught me that we’re not in control, no matter how much we think we are. Zoe destroyed me, which made me rebuild myself and become more resilient. I feel more than I did before Zoe, and that’s a gift I will always be grateful for. When I held her body, I swore to her that she did not die in vain and I would become a better, more compassionate person. She gave me the gift of strength and trust that no matter how dark it is, everything will be ok.

    I felt compelled to write to you because I feel it’s similar with you. I understand the blaming yourself. But you weren’t in control. And you would never put your baby in harm’s way. You wouldn’t have been able to stop it, it was her time. And honestly, it’s a blessing to not see the moment it happens. You are an amazing dog parent and your baby knows how much you loved them. They died playing, and it was was so quick, they had no idea what happened, I promise. God bless, you’re in my prayers.

  • Holli

    If ever you can have a soulmate that’s not a human, that’s the way I felt about my dog and how it seems you feel about yours. It’s very validating to have a creature need you and desire to be with you all the time. I do have 2 other sweet dogs that are helping to mend my broken heart, but they will never replace my sweet Blaze. I don’t even fully understand myself why my love for him was different from the other dogs. We were just super bonded. Hopefully, one day, when you are ready, you can find another one who will help to mend your broken heart.

  • Thomas Oosthuizen

    Hi Joan, I believe animals are more clever and intuitive than us, I deep down know my boy knew how much I loved him for all the years of his life, the same with your girl. But it hurts a lot because I so would have wanted it to be different, rgds

  • Joan

    OMG Thomas. I so feel your pain. If you read my previous story, that is what haunts me. Not realizing the gravity of what was going on with my sweet girl, so not with her when she passed. I anxiously await the day when I can hold her and assure her I didn’t mean to allow her to struggle through dying without me. Hope you and I and the rest of those on this site can find some peace until that day comes.

  • Clarence

    “I do not believe any other living soul loved me as much, ever.” That’s how I feel about my Dempsey. What a gift he was. A gift from God.

    By the way, are you “Tommy Gun,” the boxer?

  • Thomas Oosthuizen

    Hi, thanks so much for this forum.
    My boy Wollie was born in my own house 12 years ago. I held this tiny little Rottweiler, the runt – the size of a mouse – in my hand whilst sitting there crying. I told him, there, that he will stay with his daddy forever. He was what is called a “long haired” Rottie, both parents pedigreed, but once in a while it happens. He was beautiful, his fur the softer than a toy. For the first two weeks of the life of the litter, we sat with the puppies 24 hours a day, making sure they all get enough to eat and the mom does not by mistake lie on them. For day one, my boy was a one-person dog and his own person. He only ever looked for me, stayed behind me, followed me everywhere. When I went away on business, he was my biggest concern, will he be ok, will he be looked after. I insisted on daily pictures of him from whomever looked after him. He had his special food. Getting home at night, he was all I was interested in. Moving to London five years ago, becoming quite isolated, I lived for seeing him at night. I did not go out, that is how close to him I felt. He became 12 years old, old for a Rottie, but I believe these little souls know everything and more than we do. They can feel things. Because he was very wooly, he got hot very fast. On the day before his death, he did not want to have breakfast. Then he threw-up so I called the weekend vet, she came and injected him a muscle relaxer and me two more to give him and told me to take him to his normal vet first thing the next morning. But she warned me, and I was furious with her, that what she saw was a dog that was very ill and probably had serious condition, I believe he had advanced cancer, I suspected it for a while as he acme very think at the back so I believe he was wasting away. That evening, I gave him another injection and then he became very hot and panted a lot, still looking fine but clearly hot, so my partner suggested I put him outside for a while, keeping the door open. I decided to sleep in the lounge with him just outside. I did not realise he was dying. I did not realise I should sit with him and that he needs me. I did not realise if he was cold he could no longer walk to get in. Whether I did not want to believe it, I don’t know, but even then I believe I would have sat with him. I fell asleep and woke-up form a faint cry from him, I went outside and brought him back inside and gave him the last injection I had. I then put him down close to me and went to sleep again. It haunts me that I still did not realise he was dying. At 4,45 that morning I woke-up and knew my boy was gone, before I swatched the light on. That is how deep our connection was. I blame myself deeply for having him as the centre of my life for 12 years and not realise he needed me to sit with him that whole night. That he may have left this world thinking I do not love him or care. He was still warm, so I sat for three hours just stroking his fur. I could not cry, it took me weeks to start crying and now I cry every day. I so miss my boy and I feel so bad that I was a wonderful dad to him, but when he needed me dearly, I did not do enough to comfort him. I know it was his time, strangely, and I was happy he died in my house, not at a vet. But I feel very sad and deeply guilty. I do not believe any other living soul loved me as much, ever.

  • Holli

    I agree Caroline. I’ve actually been really surprised at how much this has helped me. It also has taken my grief and emotions off of my family having to deal with it all. It’s nice being able to discuss it elsewhere.

  • Clarence

    You raise a valid point, as have others here and elsewhere. Just based on my own experience, veterinary care (particularly of the emergency variety) can leave a great deal to be desired. You can’t blame yourself for that. None of us can.

  • Amy

    I’m so sorry! This same thing happened to my dog on Friday. She had been having a very hard time breathing for the past week. I took her to our vet who said he heard a heart murmur for the first time. I was confused. Where did that come from? We had been struggling with a Cushings diagnosis for the past 6 months so I thought the heavy breathing was caused by that. I was waiting for her Cushings meds to come in the mail so we could start treating it. I took her to another vet on Friday for a chest X-ray/ultrasound. She was breathing really hard but I thought she was just nervous. The vet was going to put her in an oxygen kennel to get her to calm down for her to listen to her heart. We left and the vet was going to call me in a bit. I took my kids to PetSmart to get more dog food and the vet called while we were checking out. She had gone into respiratory distress. Her X-ray showed her lungs were full of fluid and her trachea was collapsing. There was nothing she could do and we would have to come back to the clinic and say good bye! I was in complete shock. I wasn’t expecting anything that wasn’t fixable. I have been blaming myself. Why didn’t I do something sooner? I should have known something was seriously wrong. It’s gut wrenching. I still don’t even know why she died. It could have been heart failure or cancer. Was the heart disease caused by not treating her Cushings fast enough? I feel like our vet should have been on top of it. I trusted him. Maybe I am looking for someone to blame.

  • Holli

    Life does change for sure when babies come along. I lost was my first dog that was really just mine as an adult, and he was like my child. He was only 11 and a small dog so I thought I’d have many more years with him. He got a brain tumor & it was heartbreaking to watch him deal with it. I had also given birth to my first child earlier that year. He did get demoted from the bed after I got married ( he always slept with me before when I was single.) I don’t feel he got neglected much when I had my baby, so my guilt is different from yours. But I had guilt because I couldn’t save him & guilt because I ultimately killed him. I know that people say euthanasia is the gift you need to give your dog but I still couldn’t accept it. When the time came I was too emotionally weak to go with him. I couldn’t face seeing him dead. My husband and mom were with him when he passed, but of course I never forgave myself for not being with him since I was the most important person to him. The guilt is so hard to get past, but I think we all just have to remember that they had such a great life because of us. I’m sure your dog still loved you unconditionally and loved your kids too. Maybe in her mind she had more family to take care of now, rather than feel neglected by you.

  • Holli

    Your story breaks my heart. I am not usually a Forum person, but like you, guilt and regret was eating me alive, so I found this site. Oddly, it has helped to hear everyone’s heartbreaking and tragic stories. You would think it would seem morbid, but I think the bottom line is this— It helps because it makes us realize we are not alone in our mistakes, not alone in our regrets, and we’re definitely not alone in our absolute love for our precious pets. It has been beautiful to see this many people caring so much and so deeply for their pets. There’s nothing I can really say to make it better. We all make mistakes and just know that you are definitely not alone in your feelings. I know that you tried your hardest to give your pet the best life possible and I’m sure he loved you deeply for that. Your dog I’m sure, was spoiled every day of his life and that’s a gift you gave to him. It took me a bit, but I did finally come to peace about my loss and I hope you will be able to as well.

  • Jen

    My heart breaks for you. Losing a dog is beyond heartbreaking but having the horrendous emotion of guilt is overwhelming. I put my dog to sleep last Saturday (see post below – Jen) and what I have realised is that NO MATTER how your dog eventually goes, there will always always be guilt. I would love to say something that will automatically make that guilt disappear but no matter what any one says you must come to the understanding yourself that accidents happen and that you are not to blame. You did not purposely put your puppy in harm’s way (as some people do) – but we often try to blame something or someone in order to make sense of the senseless thing that is losing a dog like that. Your grief and guilt speak volumes about your love for your dog – I am so so sorry that you lost him like this. You need to give yourself a break and I hope in time you will see that you did not do anything wrong.

  • Jessica

    We have three Newfoundland dogs. We live on a busy street but have a large backyard. For the past 6 years we always let our dogs out free while watching them several times a day. They always knew to not go near our driveway and they where always so good about it. We know that we where still being risky and would talk about affording a fence as soon as we could. But at the same time we didn’t rush it. Two nights ago. Sunday night. I got home and immediately let them out like I always do and went to care for my son. I quickly go back to the door to check on them and don’t see Odin I run outside and start screaming and my husband quickly joins me. I then hear a loud bang and I immediately knew we killed our baby. I ran as fast as I could to the road and when I saw him he was completely still. My husband and I have never felt pain this deeply. I feel today I’m finally able to write to strangers about it. We haven’t told a soul yet because of the extreme amount of guilt we have. He was only 6 years old and was such a good boy. We went and bought long leashes for our other two dogs and it was so very painful. Wishing we had done this sooner. I keep wishing I ran for the road right away to slow cars down until we found him. I also get upset if he went charging into the road because we where yelling for him to come and he panicked to get back to us. Also the extreme guilt of not having our baby on a leash. our hearts are broken for you baby boy. We are so sorry

  • M

    I never comment on these things but I don’t know where else to turn or what else to do. The guilt and anger and sadness I have within myself is eating me up.
    Side note: we’ve had this dog for about 6 months. His original owners abandoned him with some people we knew and moved, and they did take care of him and abused him so they gave him away to someone else we knew, and they constantly left him outside. So when I was over one day I just took him.
    Early Thursday morning around 5am me and my boyfriend stepped outside to smoke and my dog would always stand right next to us while we did and we would always just come back in after. As soon as we were done we started to walk in but he took off to chase after a cat. We came back in and put shoes on and spent about a hour and a half looking for him. He’s ran off before like that but always came back or we would find him in his usual potty spot.
    We walked around the apartment and went across the street and walk down a road and didn’t see him anywhere. It had rained earlier that night so I thought his sense of smell was off so I went and got my car to drive around to look.
    I was driving on the road and I pulled up and he was laying there dead. Someone hit him and didn’t stop. I started crying and screaming and I jumped out of my car and grabbed him just crying. I cradled him for two hours sobbing and apologizing.
    We buried him later that day but I haven’t eaten or slept since. I can’t help but to blame myself if I had just not gone out or just stayed on the road we found him I could’ve helped. I could’ve stopped it. I don’t know what to do. It’s lonely without him and I can’t get him out of my thoughts. He was the quirkiest, weirdest, most happy dog I’ve ever had. Someone please help.

  • Jen

    I never post on forums but I need an outlet to cope with with the guilt that I’m feeling. I put my 16 year old border collie/springer spaniel (first baby) to sleep yesterday. It was the right time for her to go. She was double incontinent, on a lot of tablets and we tried everything to stop the inevitable progression of old age and the hardship it brings with it. Yesterday I was focused on being there for her on her final journey. Today I am overwhelmed with guilt-not with putting her to sleep. I know it was the right decision before the real suffering set in but over her final few years. We’ve had two babies in the last 4 years and I feel she was completely demoted in our lives. Sleep deprivation, the stresses of rearing small kids and small living space meant that I would sometimes get frustrated with her and give out or put her out in the garden. Because she was aging she had a habit of standing in front of us leading to more shouting etc. She was the most most gentle soul and always took the shouting or giving out so gracefully. Also, she wasn’t brought with us to as many places as she would have been before we had the kids and walks weren’t as frequent as before as she was slowing down and trying to contend with a baby and toddler and a dog sometimes got the better of me. I am completely guilt-ridden over how the last years of her life were and I felt she deserved so much more. She was the center of my world until 4 years ago and I swore I would never be that person that would give their dogs less time once kids came along. Unfortunately I underestimated how chaotic life becomes when children comes along. I’m just wondering if any one else out there felt a similar way when they put their dog to sleep? The heartbreak of losing my best friend is awful but the guilt of not giving her what she deserved in her final years is so much harder to deal with. Thanks for reading this.

  • Megan

    About a week ago I lost my beloved cat. She had vestibular disease and every few years she would have an episode of dizziness and clumsiness. This time she went off her food which was not normal for her at all, I ended up having to hand feed her because it was too hard for her to eat on her own while having the dizziness. We were doing well with it and I thought we had it down pat so she could just let the episode run it’s course like it had in the past. But then on the day she died when I picked her up and put her on my lap she started breathing really heavy. I let her go and she stumbled around panting like she couldn’t get any air. I tried to comfort her but I could tell she was dying. I feel so bad I couldt help her in her last moments when she was gasping for air. I held her as she died in my arms. It was a horrible end for her and I think she was in pain because in her last moments she was actually moaning every time she exhaled. She was so precious to me and I feel horrible for not being able to help her more at the end. She was only 11.5 years old and I’m so heartbroken.

  • letisha magee

    Yes I know after much. Research I’m. Realizing I. Have came to the realization. That she must. Have died from a heart problem. Because some dogs have heart. Issue their quiet hardly. Any. Symptoms Fluid most. Have. Filled. Her lungs and she. Couldn’t. Breath. I tried everything. Did the the Heimlich maneuver had her upside but then I. Realized coughing and gaging sounds like choking But aren’t dogs that have heart issues gag and cough that have heart problems dry. Coughg sounds like choking. I. Thought it was. Tracheal collapse for so long but researched heart problems in my Chihuahua in the stuff that they can get and I saw the symptoms for heart failure and heart problems and it matched right up her collapsing and keep fainting or signs of it so it could very well have happened to your dog to but isn’t much easier finding out what it truly was it almost hurts more is like you’re reliving it over and over again cuz it’s so hard at least we know we weren’t responsible for it but we didn’t get our dogs there in time to the vet is what kills us but I’m dealing with it and as time goes on I hope it’ll get easier thanks for responding.

  • Sierra

    It’s nice hearing a similar story. I just wish and regret not acting fast enough and the unknow if maybe I could have saved his life if I gave cpr or yanked him upside down. Rather than my emotions getting the best of me and watching him die. Lesson learned and I am definitely going to make sure I know how to do cpr so I can be prepared if this were to happen again. It still bothers me that I don’t know exactly what it is. It makes sense if he choked but I did it see or find anything so who knows

  • Edna

    Rachel, I hear your pain and I am deeply sorry for your loss. Accidents happen and some accidents are tragic like yours. You meant no harm to your fur baby. We always want to protect our oets and when we have been invovled in their death (even if it was an accident) we are devestated beyond belief. You did what you could to preserve the life of your pet and for readons unknown to us your dog still died. Please be kind to yourself and k ow that your sweet baby does not hold tthis against you and wants you to feel happy. You will get through this and eventually will feel better but for healing to occurr you have to forgive yourself and let go of self-condemnation. Foforgiveness is a choice and you may need to forgive yourself many times over before you start to accept that you did the best you could at the time. You are not a bad person. Hugs

  • Edna

    I am so sorry for your loss, Maggie. GUilt often accompanies grief. You did nothing wrong. You were following the orders of the vet. Obviously even the vet did not know how Maverick wwouould react to the medication. NSAIDs are Non-Steroudal Antiinflammatory drugs which are used to reduce inflammation. You have probably used NSAIDS yourself such as Advil. I understand how you must be feeling because I accidentally did a medication error that killed my 17 year old Poodle. I gave him Predisone which is steroid and is lethal to dogs. It was the cat’s medication which I accidentally gave to Coco. Coco started to get weak and stopped drinking and eating which I attributed to dying naturally due to old age. I was devestatedwwhen wwI noticed the med error after Coco died. I had so much sself-condemnation and regret. It took a long time to forgive myself so that I could heal. COco died April 2017. Please be kind to yoursekf. Maverick wants you hapoy. You will fet through this and come to a place of healing but first you need to forgive yourself. Again, I don’t believe it is yiur fault but it does not matter what I think, what matters is what you think. There is such a thing as false guilt and I belive that is what you are feeling. I care and God bless you. Edna

  • Brittany

    I adopted my dog from animal control at 6 months old and he immediately became my whole world. A little over a year after getting him I moved cross country with my boyfriend. A year after being there we introduced another 6 month old rescue. My boyfriend and I broke up and I ended up keeping the new pup. I moved back across country with both dogs. Got a new place and room mates. For the first couple years things were fine, but always hectic. I had a hard time balancing jobs, life, and my pups. My first boy, Roscoe begin to have seizures. They diagnosed him with epilepsy. I got a second opinion, they put him on more drugs. His seizures were all grand Mal and terrifying. This past July 2018, when he was 6 years old, my baby Roscoe went into a seizure and wasnt coming out, I rushed him to the emergency vet where he died. All I can think is about all the times I gave him his meds late (3 times a day, every 8 hours) i had friends, rm mates, co workers , helping me administer the meds to work with my schedule. But with out fail every week I’d miss a dose here and there or give it to him late. I also wish I had of had some sort of ct scan or something done. We did do x Ray’s and saw nothing which led to the epilepsy diagnosis. Since his death I’ve done so much more research and have been beating myself up for not doing it while he was still alive. And wonder if I put him in stressful situations that may have caused the seizures. And I’ll never know. I miss him every second of every day.

  • David

    Please don’t blame your self, I don’t think there is any evidence from what I can see of your dog choking on the resistance band, he could of had some underlying heart condition that caused him to pass out.

    Best regards

  • letisha carter

    That sounds exactly what happened to my chihuahua I was eating Walnut and I think somehow got some shells and I think she choked on it or she I’m not sure if she was choking or just coughing she was vomiting and also look like she was spitting up blood in the end so I’m not sure she lost consciousness also in collapsed I tried to reach down to see if anything was there nothing was there so it’s no way of knowing like you said unless it was caught in the esophagus I also blame myself I feel so bad I went for a second to lay down cuz I had a huge headache I went to let her eat her dog food as usual and when she came back she was different she would answer her bed and she kept hacking coughing really bad but I’m not even sure what it was but she choking on something or was that her throat collapsed in small breed dogs like Chihuahuas that happens well I don’t know if she had a heart problem I don’t know what it was but she seemed like she was hacking coughing more than choking but she exhibited some of the symptoms you said wow is good to find someone that kind of went through the same thing I went through it helps a lot hearing your your thoughts cuz I go through the same thing wondering what if. I also watched her die too but at the same time trying to save her life it’s devastating and it still haunts me also so it’s no way of knowing that would have happened to her or him try to find peace in that someone told me after she died this may help you to you did the best you could you loved her you care for her as good as you could sometimes mistakes just happen.

  • Sierra

    My boyfriends and I having been planning and looking forward to getting a puppy since last May. We were prepared and planned it perfectly. We knew we wanted a lab. We got out lab puppy Jan 15, 2019. But in February 5th, 2019 he choked to death on my watch. At least that’s what I think happened. We didn’t even have him for a month yet. One day he grabbed my resistance band and we started to play tug of war with it which he loved. I never thought anything bad of him chewing on it. Well, last night after work I let him out the kennel and played with him a little. He seemed fine playful and happy. My bf is in the military so he was on watch all night and wasn’t home. I turned on much show to watch and my puppy Jax was in the kitchen the last time I checked playing with the resistance band. But this time the resistance band was torn apart a few days ago so now it was a single role shape rather than a circle. Still thought it was fine. Then all of a sudden he started heaving and acted like he need to throw up. Which he has done before. He kept doing it and then he lost consciousness so that’s whenever I started to panic. I didn’t know what to do. All I could think was that I need to get him to a emergency vet right away but when I picked him up he already felt dead weight. So I called my mom and stepdad to come over as I watched him just lay there dying in front of my eyes. This all happened within 5-10min. My stepdad put his fingers down his throat after and didn’t feel or find anything. And there was some blood or foam mixed with the color of the resistance band since it was a light red color. We think He swallows a piece of the rubber and it got stuck in his asphogus. I feel guilty because I should have never let him have that resistance band since it was rubber and not a puppy chew toy. I should have reacted faster and done cpr or pay him on the back. Maybe he would have a chance. It could have been prevented and that’s the worse part. And it was on my watch.

  • Maggie

    My best friend Maverick passed away suddenly fly one week ago tonight. It had been. 12 days since his neuter surgery. The vet had prescribed him multiple pills. One of them made my dog very sick – the vet was closed so I sought advice from another vet. They said to stop giving him that certain medication. I did. I spoke with my vet when they were open and they prescribed .e something else. Seven days later on my dogs last day of the pills he died. Suddenly. He collapsed lost all bowel control and I am certain he had organ failure due to the pills given. I am waiting for autopsy results. Maverick was only 4 he was my world. And I can’t help but feel profusely guilty that I gave my dogs the medicine that killed him. I called my vet many times with his symptoms of vomitting not eating and even shaking and they ASSURED me it was all normal reaction to a neuter and pulls and not to worry. After he died I did my own research and turns out NSAIDs kill dogs often. Why would my vet prescribe my beloved dog something that would kill him. I will never forgive myself for not getting my dog checked out by a second opinion. I would give anything to go back in time and not give him the extra medication the vet prescription bed. I feel like I let my dog down.

  • Kathryn Garcia

    Hi, my name is Kathryn and my dog’s name was Daisy. She was actually my older sister’s dog and she had let me in charge of her while she went to go live in Argentina for 6 months. Daisy was an incredibly sweet, loving dog. She was so obedient and this might be because she was scared of everything – even upsetting us. I don’t have a lot of experience with dogs, so the day before she died I gave her a cooked pork bone, not realizing how harmful they are to dogs. I wish I could go back in time and change that. The next morning she was fine but by 2pm there was blood in her stool and then she had bloody diarrhea. My dad and brother took her to the ER and they suggested an operation of $1000 or putting her down because she was far along. I told them to bring her home so we could be with her when she passed or take her to her local vet if she survived the night. But Daisy was already brain dead. Although her eyes were open and her heart was beating, she wouldn’t react or follow us with her gaze. By 8pm that day, she passed away. It was trauamatic for all of us. Just the day before she had been playing with me, she went to pick up my brother from school two days prior – life was perfect in our home. But I feel so guilty for what I did, I wish I had questioned what I gave her. I wish I had taken better care of my family member. I wish I could’ve avoided all this pain and hurt. Daisy was a rescue, five years old and died on February 2, 2019. I’ll never stop loving her.

  • Rachel Rusli

    I accidentally killed my dear dog yesterday, he was just a little Puppy. He was holding him while standing and I accidentally drop him from my arms. It was the most terrifying, horrifying moment I have ever felt. I saw him dying in my own arms, I was very shocked and couldn’t hold the guilt. I was screaming and went to the vet right away. I was giving him CPR and mouth to mouth breathe on the way, checking his heart beat and feeling his breathe. But there was none. The doctor tried giving him cpr and adrenaline shots but it was too late. He was gone.

    I tried to accept his death but can’t, it was because of me. I should’ve hold him tighter, I should’ve never drop him from my arms. I blame myself for what happened and i deserve all the blame and guilt. But i never wish any of this to happen, I want him to live a long life. I want him to die old in peace. I just want to say I love you to him one last time, i want to feel his kisses one last time. I tried so hard to accept his death but the guilt and pain kept adding up everytime he flew on my kind.

    Shoyu, Mommy loves you❤️ May you be in peace in heaven.

  • Cassidy

    Bella was only a month and a half old when we got her. She was the light of my life. We have another pup shadow who was actually Bella’s father. It was so awesome having a little piece of him carried on. We new when it was his time we would still have a little piece of him left in Bella. That all traumatically changed the day after my birthday. The week before then Bella fell ill. She suddenly had a seizure which resulted in her going blind. My fiance gave her CPR to bring her back. Even though she didn’t have her sight she seemed to be okay. We didn’t have the money to bring her to the vet so we tried our best to nurse her back to health. Hoping her sight would eventually come back, I did every bit of research I could to figure out what was wrong with her. I googled for hours on end trying to piece things together and find something that made sense. Reached out on facebook to everyone I knew who worked with animals, made her a fundraiser page. She was still walking around and eating/ acting like a puppy so I figured even though she might never have her sight, we would get through it and she would still be a normal puppy regardless. On what we thought was her road to recovery, her eyes started to get dark, possibly infected. We put antibiotics around her eyes hoping it would help. Again she was still acting like her normal happy-go-lucky puppy self, giving me snuggles and kisses every day. I did my best to be verbal and snap my fingers as I was walking to help her better get around the house and feel comfortable. I would sing to her every night as I snuggled her before I put her in her kennel. I would do anything for one last time to hold and sing to her. The night before my birthday my sister brought me home after picking up my niece. She cried for me as she would always do when she heard my voice after coming home. With my 2 year old niece there and her still recovering I didn’t want to take her out and risk her getting hurt. It got late and I never took her out that night to snuggle and sing to her. Little did I know when I got home that was the last cry I would hear from her. It haunts me. What if that was her cry for help and I didn’t come to take care of her? I should’ve went to her. The next day was my birthday and I rushed out the door since I was already late for work (my fiance usually took care of her while I was working) When I got off we went out to Dinner to celebrate and were out pretty late, again as soon as I got home I went straight to bed. No snuggle/singing sesh. The next morning I realized I didn’t remember hearing her crying the night before when I got home so I went to go check on her. I tapped on the kennel door, usually I would see her little black ears perk up and hear her sniffing for me. This morning, nothing. I go into panic mode and rip the entire top off of the kennel. When I went to slightly shake her to see if she was just sleeping hard or not feeling good, Cold. I’ll never forget that feeling. Physically or emotionally. It freezes me to my core. Just, Cold. On the brink of hysteria, but trying my best to keep my composure I gently shake my fiance awake. He looks at me with tears in my eyes and all I could mutter out was “Shes cold.” I saw his whole body slump over. I fall apart. I just embrace him as tight as I can and we both lose it holding each other. We went for a long ride that day. It was too quiet. I’ve beat myself everyday up to this point trying to think what I should’ve done, that I didn’t try hard enough. I cant even ask my fiance if he took her out on my birthday cause what if he didn’t? What if she passed the night before and we just left her there? I do remember him saying “I saw her laying there but I always check for her breathing” that’s all we talked about it. Tonight while laying in bed it finally all fell together, as i clutched the teddy bear my boyfriend got me for my birthday that I put her tiny pink collar on, antifreeze. F***ing antifreeze. I remembered the night of her first seizure she rode with us after my fiance finished a job (he’s a mechanic) and I remembered him telling me a bottle of transmission fluid spilled all over the truck and I helped him wipe down everything the best we could at the time. I remember putting her in the floorboard since our other dog was going crazy at passing cars and me just being tired and ready to go home. she’d always fall asleep if I put her in the floorboard. I thought briefly about the antifreeze in the floorboard but I was naive . “It wont hurt her” “There’s barely any there, she’ll be fine she’s a tough pup” Welp. Thats what it was. After googling the effects of antifreeze poisoning in dogs, perfect match. I seriously put her down there without even taking a second to see if it could hurt her. Assumption is literally deadly. I feel so stupid, so careless. How could she ever forgive me if I couldn’t even take 2 seconds to google if something I deliberately let her get in contact with could KILL her. What does that say about how much I care? I’ve learned my lesson and I don’t know if i ever deserve to be a dog mom again. She was 3 months old. I just hope she can forgive me and will still be happy to see me when we meet again at the rainbow bridge. I’m sorry Bella. I promise I love you.

  • David

    Take care, you are worth taking care of, I think no matter what happens we always blame ourselves, no matter how old our pets are when they leave us, even though my dog was old, I still have a hard time letting go.
    The bond we share with our dogs is unique for each of us.

    Best regards

  • Shayla

    I decided to get my 4 year old son a puppy this last Christmas as he adores dogs. Jasper was a cavalier cross and a very sweet, loving puppy.

    Even though we live on a quarter acre he has always been very cautious, he has always stayed close to the house or even on the front deck when he has to potty. I noticed him getting slightly more adventurous so I decided to do some work on our fence so he couldn’t escape, I knew there were coyotes in our area. I got part of it done, but I knew some areas needed more work to be secure.

    That evening I let the pup out for a pee and continued making dinner. I remember the thought that Jasper was still outside and I should let him in crossed my mind, but I became distracted with making dinner, and answering messages on my phone. I wasn’t in a very good mood at the time.

    I forgot him out there for probably about half an hour. When I remembered to go get him from the yard he was no where to be found. My son and searched and called for him for hours but we never found him.

    The following morning I found evidence that a coyote or some other wild animal had killed him in a field near our house. I feel extremely regretful for letting him out alone when I knew the fence wasn’t good enough. I don’t know if a coyote got in our yard or if Jasper got out I just wish so much that I’d finished the fence. I wish I didn’t forgot him out there. I should have been outside with him. The puppy was only 3 months old and barely got to experience life because of my poor decisions. I feel so guilty that my careless actions caused my 4 year child pain, this puppy brought him so much joy.

    I am sorry to everyone here who has lost a pet. It hurts.

  • Holli

    Only in about the last 6 months has his teeth really gotten bad enough I thought he required a dental. And there was never any heart trouble or murmurs

  • Nataly

    I had a same situation with my dog. We got him when i was still in high school and 8 years later, he died. Outside, alone and in pain. All because he was not allowed inside. But the other, smaller dog (a girl) was able to come in and out as she pleased. We found out he had cancer (the boy), and because we couldn’t afford it, we took him to another location outside of the city with other family members where it was cheaper for medication. That only made it worse.So my parents brought him back. Unfortunately, it was getting colder and colder where i lived by the time they brought him back. He was eating a little bit more so we thought he was getting better. I already had a job and a life where i had to run so many errands and i was too tired to do anything at home, not even to give the attention my dogs needed. So after a week of him coming back to us, he passed away in the coldest night we had. What really makes me angry is that after that day it wasn’t even cold anymore, it was back to being humid and sunny. This happened in November. Sometimes i forget, but very often will it randomly come back to my head and i feel this wave of guilt and i want to cry, even at work ill have to hold back tears because i cant stop thinking about how i neglected him. I asked my parents if it was okay to bring him back inside the house but they didn’t want to. I was/am so angry at them but i cant do anything about it now. What can i even say to them, it was my fault too. I could have given him an old blanket or a stupid big teddy bear i have lying there that no one uses. But i didn’t do it, i only thought of doing but i NEVER did it. And now i regret it so much. I cant believe i followed some stupid rule when morally, i knew what the right thing to do was, i cant believe i was that scared, selfish. I never want another dog again.

    Sorry, i know this story probably didn’t make you feel better, but i am also trying to move on, or at least idk. It was just nice to read someone else that was also in this situation. I usually try to cheer someone up if i notice they are down, but this is difficult. i hope our pain of losing these angels gets less as time goes by. And maybe, we will see them again, and they would have forgotten everything on this earth because where they are at is a million % better that they don’t even care what happened and are at the happiest they can be.

  • David

    How long had your little man had issues with his teeth, I know dental disease can cause heart issues, but at 6 yrs I didn’t think he would be old enough unless he had some heart issue since birth?

    Best regards

  • Holli

    He did test positive for a tick born Illness-Ehrlichia. But I’m skeptical if that was the root cause. The reason I took him in was for extremely fast breathing. His blood count was down but not scary low. His platelets were really low however. I believe he died of congestive heart failure due to fluid on the lungs. However I don’t know why he had fluid. He had literally never been ill. We have a very safe environment for our dogs so I know it was not a poisoning or contamination. I feel he wasn’t treated in an emergent enough way. I’m an RN, so it’s natural for me to question. However, I was so distraught, that I made the decision not to go get his records afterwards. I believe it would just anger me to read, because I don’t feel they did all they could have done for him. I won’t sue, and nothing will bring him back. So I decided to save myself the anguish and not try to keep questioning as it was just too upsetting. He was only 6. The only symptoms he had prior was some diluted mystery bleeding occasionally on the bedsheets, but his teeth were getting bad and I believed the blood was coming from that. In fact, he had a dental scheduled for the very morning he died. I’m so sorry for your loss. It seems we were all looking for some comfort in finding this site…

  • Joan

    Just curious, how old was your little man and did they give you the cause of his passing? Sounds so much like my situation. My thoughts to you.

  • Holli

    This is EXACTLY what happened to me on January 14. He hadn’t been ill, and then it happened fast and he passed at the ER vet after I came home and went to bed ( although slept like crap from the worry) because the vet said he’d be fine. I’m haunted because I was not there, they took him back quickly because it was a breathing issue, and I never asked to go back and see him and never said goodbye. I was trying to be a rule follower and be strong in that moment, but now I have so many regrets. I feel I should have been more forceful, more of an advocate. It has been gut wrenching and almost made me physically ill. I can’t think about his last hours alone and scared and feeling bad. All I could do was lots of prayer and self talk to try to release some of the guilt. It has been so very difficult.

  • Patricia

    I feel the pain your pain. I lost my beloved Maddie at the vet hospital. She had pyometra, a fatal infection of the uterus. We decided on surgery, despite the risks because of her advanced age, since we lost another dog to the same disease years back. She survived the surgery but had fever and breathing problems right after. My husband and I spent the night with her at the hospital and watched her suffer through the high fever while gasping for breath until her poor heart gave up. I watched her take her last breath without any of the hospital staff in attendance. The vets went home for the night leaving a night staff that didn’t know Maddie was dying. I’ve never felt so helpless in my life. It has been 6 months and I still cannot get over the trauma of putting Maddie through anxiety, pain and death. I still wake up seeing her face while recounting her last hours, filled with so much guilt and remorse. I pray she can find it in her heart to forgive me for what I made her go through and I pray that I can eventually forgive myself. I

  • Dar

    Tamia, you’ve had a hard loss. You took your dog to two vets and even went in earlier than asked. Try to be kind to yourself. You did what you could and your dog knew he was loved.

  • helen galland

    Alyssa, for a 10 year old- heck any year old- that is a lot of emotional baggage to deal with. Know this- your dog loved you, his death was an accident (as can happen to ANYONE) and not your fault. You are so young to deal with this (i think i was 12 when my hamster died) and it is a HUGE shock to realise that death is real and permanent. As a much older person than you who has dealt with many pet losses and depression for many more years let me tell you that there is no shame in asking for help. If that means a course of anti depressants, or a course with a counsellor- i advocate both. To live with this hurt from such a young age will not make it get better with time, nor make you any better at dealing with it in the future (and deal with it you will, as i guess like me you will continue to have pets). Ask for support and know everyone on here is with you! 🙂

  • Kevin

    I put rat poison in my garage to control mice. My dog got into it and died yesterday. I loved tha little guy more than I could ever express and am devastated. I was dumb and irresponsible and brought a tremendous amount of pain to me and my family. It’s very hard to deal with. Prayers for you.

  • Keith Randall

    Hi Berenice. I am so sorry for your loss. The love you had for your dog is evident. Grieve as long as you want. Sometimes it is hard for other people to understand the bond you have with your pet. It will get easier. I lost my boy 8 months ago and I still cry every time I read these sad stories. I don’t mind though because it makes me remember the good times we did have. God bless you

  • Alyssa

    I was a stupid 10 year old and I left the door open cuz my gma and mom where talking so i wanted to hear my dog ran out in between my legs cuz I was out in for t of my door and they didnt notice I was following her with my eyes then a car came and hit her I screamed and screamed unroll my mom noticed what happened I ran in the house non stop crying and yelling 2 my dad and I remember he told me if she makes it thro this he’ll let her go on his bed and he went out and told me do not look WHAT DID I DO LOOK and it broke her rib she was a pancake then my mom and gma brought to the vet my brother came right after it happened and I sat in his lap and cryed then my mom called to tell us if she was ok I saw my brothers face then was about to cry again when he told me “she’s not gonna make it” I lost some of my heart she was my bff of ten years I ran in my room and I swear time slowed down I sat in a coner and cried then my brother and sister in law came after me and yelled I NEVER BE HAPPY AGAIN and almost broke my phone and I wasnt wrong that was a year ago and I have depression and not to help but 3 months be4 I lost my friend to cancer 2 mother be4 I lost my cousin a month be4 or after I lost my great gma

  • Berenice Arreola

    Hi everyone, My names Berenice and I’m 17. Just yesterday I lost my dog, she was a small dog and I had her for 2 years. At first I was only taking care of her for a family friend but then she was given to me by them when I grew attatched. One day I had thought I lost my dog to the streets when I couldn’t find her and I sobbed for 5 minutes until I found her inside my moms car. She jumped in there on accident when she came home from work and we found her when her face was on the window. But Yesterday, Jan 20, it happened again. We let her out to go to the restroom and she does this almost everyday and she usually comes back a few minutes later, but that didnt happen this time. I didn’t notice she went out until my parents asked where she was. We went searching for her around the neighborhood and the finall found her. She was clean almost as if nothing had haappened to her but she wasn’t breathing. I have no Idea what happened to her. I ran home to my dad and started crying. I dont understand how she died. She wasnt cut or bruised or anything. And I began blaming myself yesterday, I could’ve done something, if only I payed more atteention she could still be alive right now, and all day yesterday and right now Ive been crying, my eyes literally burn and as of 9:26pm I have been reading these articles to try and get rid of this guilt thats making me want to hurt myself. But reading this article helped me. I loved my dog so much and I know she loved me. I forgive her for peeing on the floors, jumping on the tables, tearing all my clothes and she forgives me for leaving the house, coming home late and ignoring her when I got mad at her. And I know that right now she is having a blast in heaven with her new friends eating her brains out and tearing all the clothes. She is resting in peave telling me to forgive myself like I’ve always forgave her. Thank you so much for listening to me ramble. Im currently crying while writing this and im hoping they are relieved tears.

  • Joan

    That is the problem I am having. It has been a month since my little one passed at the emergency vet and the thoughts of what she must have been thinking haunts me. I always said that if the time ever came when I had to put down my pet, it would be done at home. A place where she was comfortable, not at the vet where she was always scared. Well, that was not the situation that ended up surrounding her passing. When I left her at the emergency vet hospital, I never even had a thought she would not survive. I have no solutions to this heartbreaking grief. I have lost faith in what is “fair” and Gods plan. I can only tell you that I’ve been trying to remind myself what a good fur baby Mom I was and how my Chloe must have known that through her life with me. She was happy and I hope her last thoughts of me were those happy times. This is something I must hold on too. I know how hard this is for you, but we can’t go back and change things, but only hopefully, entertain happier memories as time goes on.

  • Digs

    I appreciate this website very much. I am very sorry for all of your loses. Honestly until 5 years ago I was never a pet owner so when friends have told me of pets that had passed away, I didn’t know how to respond. Boy do I ever now. A couple of weeks ago we brought our baby boy into the vet to have a mast cell tumor removed from deep under his skin. It was supposed to be routine and we lost our little 5 year old pug on the table due to his heart seizing from the anesthesia. To say we are heartbroken, like all of you, is an understatement. If we didn’t bring him in that day he’d still be with us. The guilt is so strong right now. All he wanted to do is go back to my brothers arms and we let him go.The feelings of picturing him wondering where we were when the vet tech took him in the back room is nearly too much to bare. Was he scared? Did he think we abandoned him? The only reason we took him was because of our huge love for him, and the goal to extend his life and more importantly improve the quality of his life by removing potentially metastatic cancer was our sole priority. and this outcome being the exact opposite result, is just unbelievable pain. I would appreciate your thoughts that may have not been mentioned yet on how you get through this terrible time. Thank you for listening.

  • Caroline

    I posted my story earlier today, after reading a few of the other stories. Then, I had a long cry and went to hug my other puppies. I just came back to read more comments, and I just want to say that it has helped me immensely to hear other’s stories. No one really understands another’s life experience or pain, unless they have experienced it themselves. My friend’s and family have been kind and compassionate, but I know that they don’t really understand how it felt to lose Tiny. Thanks to everyone for sharing their stories, pain and grief. Although we will never meet, knowing that there are others out there who ‘get it’ is helpIng ease the pain.

  • Caroline

    It’s been seven months since Tiny died and I still struggle with his death. My two dogs mated and had puppies. Abby (the mom) had six puppies and I helped bring them all into the world. Five were normal size and healthy. Tiny was half the size of his siblings, but seemed quite strong and healthy. I stayed with the mom and puppies 24/7, making sure that Tiny was nursing every two hours around the clock. I took Tiny to the vet every day for subcutaneous fluids to keep him hydrated. I made a tiny sweater for him, because he had to be kept at 100*F to keep growing. I was hyper vigilant about everything…. temperature, feeding, bowel functions. Day 5… we went to the vet for subcutaneous fluids. Tiny had doubled his weight. The vet was very impressed with my efforts and said that he did not need any more fluids. Now, we had to wait four weeks to see if Tiny would be able to digest normal dog food. I was ecstatic!! I put Abby and the six puppies back in the carrier and headed home, calling a friend to say how happy and relieved I was that Tiny was going to be ok. I got home and carried the dog crate up to the whelping closet. I let Abby out of the crate and then picked up each puppy and put them back in the whelping box. Tiny was the last one out. I picked him up and pulled him out. He was lifeless and limp. He was gone. I was in shock, but screamed and cried. Then, I thought I should try CPR, so I covered his mouth and nose with my mouth and made small puffs into him. But I forgot to do compressions. I forgot. I forgot to rub him hard to make him breathe. I forgot. Tiny died and is buried in my backyard, with a small headstone.
    Everyone tells me that it’s not my fault and that I did everything I could to save him. But did I? I should have known not to put him in the crate with the others. I had already had to pull puppies out from under the mom, while in the whelping box. I should have known. I should have studied puppy CPR more. I should have remembered it better. I should have tried longer to revive him. I should have saved him. Somehow. I kept the other five puppies and often think of how Tiny should be there with them. I don’t think of him every day anymore, but still often, and when I do, I go over all of it in my head… I should have known this, I should have done that…I should have, I should have…. I cry and grieve all over again. I don’t know how to let it go. I should… i’m a psychologist. Some things you just never get over.

  • Noname

    We lose our baby girl Bella on 05/01/19.
    I was taking all three of my dogs to the park. Usually, I put all my dogs on a leash but for some reason that past week we stopped doing that because they were pretty good with our recalls. They normally jump into our car on command and go to the front door in command.
    That day, only one of my dogs were on a leash because he just had a leg surgery.
    When we got home, i was holding onto the leash while I let the two out of the car. We proceeded to walk to the front door when suddenly a cat acrossed the road meowed.
    The next thing I know my two dogs off leashed ran across the road, ive never even seen them cross the road before.
    They were both hit by a car , but only Bella passed away.
    I feel completely responsibile and the guilt is killing me.
    I should have put on the leash.

  • Edna

    I am glad you have found some comfort and suppirt by writing and posting to this site. Guilt is often part of the grieving process. Eventually you will feel better. This too shall pass. You will be left with a scare the wound will heal.

  • Mary

    On September 17th of this past year my husband and I made the sudden and difficult decision to put our 8 year old Yorkie. It happened incredibly fast… We took him to the vet because he was lethargic and not moving well and they found fluid in his lungs. They sent us to the ER vet. They explained to us what they thought it could be — most signs pointing to cancer. They tested the fluid and determined it was blood and stated it was either cancer or blunt force trauma were the causes. We made the decision to bring Mr. B home and care for him here mostly due to the cost. We took him to the regular vet in the morning and she looked at him and said he was stable. We brought him home again on Sunday he was in so much pain and distress my husband took him back to the ER vet. The doctor that night was convinced it was cancer. We have two children under the age of 3 and the testing was expensive. We made the impossible decision to put him down. Unfortunately shortly after we came back I received a call from the emergency vet with test results from the fluid that was drawn (which we forgot were coming). We decided to not hear the results. I had remembered shortly after the call that I had triped over Mr. B in the kitchen it was pretty bad he yelped. I had a hot pan in my hands and was moving fast and had no idea my pup was at my feet. I cannot get the idea that it could have possibly been my fault out of my mind. I feel like we made the decision so fast too fast but he was in so much pain and the idea of trying to keep him safe from 2 young toddlers was impossible. I just keep wondering what if I had remembered the tripping earlier what if something could have been done? Did we make the decision to fast… I have two young boys to care for and the guilt and uncertainty is eating me up inside. I also feel an extra bit of guilt because the past 2 years he has been cared for but I didn’t always have the time for him he became low man on the totem pole next to my two boys. This sight has helped in knowing I am not alone…

  • 💚Sungazelle

    Of all the stories I have read on this sight, none has been more shockingly heartbreaking than this!! You are such a good person, blooming with such love without the example of it around you. You are the hero in this story!! Please realise that you DID NOTHING WRONG!!! This was not even your mistake! I am sure your love will lead you to do wonderful things in the future. Love and peace.

  • Darlene

    Joseph, I feel moved to write you as I understand your feelings. I also have a 15 year old son who has had to learn to deal with loss too. If you read my post, our dog Daisy died a few days ago. I feel responsible in that I took her out and squirted her with water (we’re in Australia with a heatwave). It sounds like both of our dogs loved to run. I think both of our dogs died doing what they loved. It was also a bad combination of timing for both of our dogs. You loved Finn and he knew that. Sadly our dogs died younger than we wanted. Loving others is what we are meant to do in our lives. It might feel weird but I think you should talk to your parents about your feelings. I’m so sorry for your loss.

  • Darlene

    Thank you, Edna, for writing. I’ve never posted about anything but I’ve felt such support. The guilt and grief feels smaller but waves come back. Mostly I’m just sad now.

  • Jill Cohn

    I lost my beloved cat of 13 years on January 11. When I adopted him I made a promise to him that I would give him the best life I could provide and take care of him the best I could. He was strong and healthy and lived all of his days outside during the day and inside at night. Over the past year, his desire to go outside diminished. We would only let him out when he requested. His time outside became a routine of 30 minutes in the morning after he ate half his breakfast. He would come back each morning like clockwork and finish the other half. We were aware of Coyotes in the neighborhood and saw one alone twice on our street. We live in an urban area with woods about 1/4 miles away. We witnessed a violent attack of some feral cats by a pack of Coyotes 3 years ago. We rationalized that the Coyotes we have seen lately were solo and with our cat’s experience with the outdoors could surely take care of himself. On Friday morning, we let our cat out innocently as usual. Only this time he never returned. I feel like I let him down. I promised I would take care of him and I knowingly put him in harms way. This morning, I experienced an attack on a neighbors dog. I heard the screeching and howling. In less than a minute it was all over and quiet again. My husband and I went to investigate but there was no trace. I do know that my cat would forgive me as we shared a bond of love and I have given all the love I could for the time we had together.

  • Clarence

    Liana, your dog’s death is the very definition of an accident — you’re not to blame at all. He himself knew that, which is why he was wagging his tail at you at the end. He understood very well what your hugs and kisses meant.

    He’s in heaven now, happily playing with a football. You’ll see him again. Of course you will. But God decides when, not you. Remember that.

  • Kim

    Gina, I’m so sorry to hear about Sweetie. I know that words come as no consolation, but I am feeling almost exactly what you are right now. We had a little chihuahua named Allie who was the heart and soul of our family. We all loved her so very much. We woke up Thursday night to her getting sick – she threw up her dinner. That, alone, was not a huge cause for concern. However, she started behaving oddly throughout the night. We thought that she was feeling some effects from her medications, though we did call an emergency vet clinic to talk to them. Once we could confirm that there was no way she could have gotten into something like chemicals, poison, etc., they recommended that we watch her closely and take her to our regular vet should things become worse. Throughout the next day, we were there with her all day. She had times when she was acting like she felt better and she didn’t get sick again for some time. We thought that she was on the mend. She went outside to urinate (nothing abnormal), and tried to deficate but was unable to. She drank water, though not a lot, throughout the day and we felt confident that she was going to bounce back. We called our vet that day about getting in, but they said they had no available appointments and that the next morning would be better. As the emergency vet is only open overnight when regular offices are closed, we opted to wait until the next morning to see our regular vet. She began throwing up, not violently and not a lot, but small amounts. It was foamy and had a red tint, but it didn’t look “bloody” per say. This happened a couple of times before she went downhill very rapidly. The vets office is only a couple of blocks from our house and we headed straight there, but we lost her in transit. It has been heartbreaking. We both feel incredibly guilty for not getting her help earlier, but we were just so convinced that she was going to be alright. We each blame ourselves and I wish that I could take her place. She brought so much happiness to everyone that she met, it just doesn’t seem possible that she could be gone. I am so sorry for what you are going through and I hope that you are able to move through the grief (and guilt) process and find light on the other side. I do know that both of those furry babies are now living without pain and without worries, and that is of comfort to me.

  • Liana

    I lost my dear yesterday. It was an accident caused by me. I can’t stop crying and blaming myself, because i ran over him! Yesterday morning I drove home to my parents place, where my 2 dogs, my babies, live. I stopped the car to chat with my dad, I was sitting behind the wheel, one of the dogs jumped to my lap (they are brothers) and this made my other dog jealous. They often fight a little bit, but this time they went crazy, finally my dad seperated them and we thought thats it. 5 mins later i start driving again, i had only like 100-200 meters to drive, i was driving very slowly. Our dogs ALWAYS for years have had this habit of running alongside the car when we leave home or come home, they run quite close to the car, but we all thought they know what they were doing since they’ve been doing this for years, of course i was careful, everyone always is. But i guess there was still some bad blood between them, they started fighting again while running next to the car i was driving, suddengly i feel like i drove over a bump, stopped the car, looked in the mirror only to see one of my dogs on his back struggling, and the other one was still mad so he started attacking the dog laying on the ground. We seperated the dogs, my dad starts looking for vets number, i lay there with my dog, screaming and crying that i killed my baby. He was still alive, even walking around, heavily breathing. Since i was in no condition to drive we waited 20min for my mother to come home and then it was an hour drive to the vet. He was crying the entire time, so was i. We get to the vet, they give him painkilling shots, i’m with him the entire time, kissing his head. The vet said treatment would be very expensive and even then they can’t be sure he will live. I could see he was still in such pain, we made the decision to put him down. As i was kissing and hugging him for one last time, he was trying to wave his tail. We brought him home, buried him, i put an old football to the grave with him, since he absolutely loved playing with them.
    And thats it, he was only 8,5 years old, the absolute best dog in the world, i love him very much, i feel such guilt for even driving that day, for not being careful enough. I want to jump in front of a train because i cant handle it, i cant live with myself. I am so very sorry for everything.

  • Joseph

    I don’t know why i’m commenting, maybe for some type of relief. But anyways, one of my 4 dogs died on Dec. 11, 2018. His name was Finn, he was my best pal. At the time we were experiencing a large snow storm. We didnt have power for 4 days. Because of this, the zoning collar we use to let them stay outside wouldnt work. (Finn was an outside dog on his own zone through a zone machine thatd shock him if he leave) So we had to keep them inside. Well i was shoveling the driveway when I decided to let Finn go outside to pee, knowing his zone collar wasnt working he ran off. Down the road, I tried to run after him but he is such a fast boy. So I ran up back to my house to get my car to follow him. As I ran up to the house my father was coming home and Finn heard his truck and got excited. According to my dad he didnt even see him as he ran out of the woods onto the road as soon as my dad was passing by. He was dead instantly. My dad drove me back down so I can see my buddy. We picked him up and rove him to our house where we then buried him on his turf. I’m only 16 and this is the first time I ever experienced a loss. I can’t imagine what my dad feels for being the one driving. Its been a month and I have held it together but I keep experiencing these cry spells whether when I’m driving by the part of the road he died at or whether I’m just laying in bed. He was such a good boy, the best boy I’ve ever known. He was always happy and always ran everywhere. He comforted me since I was 1, and we were best pals. I guess in general ive been in a depressed phase lately. I still have 3 dogs and they dont seem to understand or care that Finn is gone. I try my best to love them as much as I can in honor of Finn. But its hard, and even with my parents we have gotten farther apart (still close tho). I miss my boy, my pal, my best friend, he had at least 10 years before any health issues would arrive. I wanted him to move in with me when I am in college. I wanted him to see my future kids and play with my son/daughter when he is an old man. But that was taken, im angry that he was taken from me only after 5 years. He had so much more left. And whenever I dont have any distractions I just think about my boy. I hope if there is a heaven Finn is running around happy as can be. Im coming to the realization that life hurts. Soon enough I will have to face my other pets deaths and parents and sibling deaths when the time comes. I dont know why we even exist, there so much joy but so much pain. I love you Finn.

  • Edna

    My heart breaks for your tragic loss. How devestating to have to witness this tragedy. Fear is an emotion and this emotion is so paralyizing. It prevents us from moving forward and taking action. Many people will not view the remains of a loved one in a casket because they want to remember the deceased the way they were prior to death. I think this is a type of fear. Not all fear is bad if it protects us. Maybe at the moment your doggie died you needed that protection so did not immediately tend to your dog. I think you were traumatized so be gentle with yourself. I pray for you and your children’s healing. Hugs

  • Darlene

    Hello, I’m grateful to find this site and the kindness given to others. It has given me comfort to read others’ stories. Maybe mine can help someone else. We just lost our 2 yr old chihuahua today. She loved to run off and we often had to chase her and try to corner her. Today was quite hot and I was washing luggage from an overseas trip. I put Daisy in a new harness that I hoped she couldn’t wriggle out of and then I attached a long lead to a trampoline wrung. She was on the ground not on the trampoline. I squirted her to cool her off. She got tangled up in the lead and wriggled backwards out of the harness. She ran down the road as usual. I waited a moment to see if she’d dart up a side road to my friend’s house. She didn’t. I went in the house to get some treats to lure her. I went on the road and my neighbour was trying to catch her. A pick up truck came around the corner really fast. I called out to her. She was such a happy, energetic dog and she just went into the road wagging her tail and just went under the wheel. I saw it all. It was horrible. She actually raised her head and wagged her tail before she died. I saw that then I ran to my house to get a blanket and my car. I thought maybe she could go to the vet. I was back in 2 minutes and she had already died. My neighbour and the driver said she died right after she raised her head. I feel terrible I didn’t go to her and hold her. I was so scared to see her. I’m ashamed of my fear. My two children are distraught -13 and 15 years old. She had a beautiful, energetic spirit. Daisy gave us so much. We’ll never forget her.

  • David

    We all feel guilty when the time comes, I’ve know people in your situation, I met one lady who had a beautiful spaniel that had been diagnosed at 5 yrs of age with heart condition. They recommended medication for him but the lady refused and he went on to live for another 7 yrs, passing away at 12 yrs old, the lady said she didn’t think the medication would work and that some vets are just after your money. I had the same situation with my Dachshund, he developed a heart murmur, my sister witnessed a fainting episode when he was young. They prescribe meds for his heart, but my mum didn’t go with it, and he lived till 17yrs old, the thing is I don’t know about meds now, but back then and not that long ago, they would cause side effects like being hard on the kidneys and you would probably get 6 months, 12 months or 24 months extra life expectancy but it wouldn’t be without issues. My point is that… if you did put your Mikko on heart meds, it wouldn’t be without problems and your just putting off the inevitable, because the meds won’t cure heart disease and can only manage it. Would it be beneficial to buy him another year, when you end up with the same result, and he wouldn’t be able to do another 15yrs, I hope my thoughts give you a different perspective on your situation?

    My deepest sympathies.

  • Joan

    So very sorry for what you are going through. Sometimes our babies can be so quiet we don’t notice them sneaking past us. You did nothing on purpose to harm your pet. We really feel guilt for not doing one thing or another when dealing with the loss of our pups. It has been 2 1/2 weeks since my Chloe leaving me. I sit as I write this, looking at the urn with her ashes. I can’t seem to find interest in my life anymore and still cry at the thought of her not being here. I still have my other dog, who is also grieving. Our only hope is that our dogs knew how very much we loved them and one day will be reunited. I hope we all find peace.

  • David

    I thought Dempsey had eaten some form of medication, or did you just assume?

    Best regards

  • Jessie

    We just lost our boy Oden today. He’s being cremated probably tonight. I left this morning and I must have let him out. I figured he was probably under the bed and didnt hear me leave. He usually follows me to the door and follows at my heals. When I got back later this morning I was looking for him in the house thinking he was on the bed w my wife or maybe hadn’t heard us. I call him, I ring the bell to our front door. We looked around the neighborhood and asked around. I was hopeful. When my wife and I came back home we decided to ask another maintenance guy around our complex. Once we showed him the picture he told me that he had found a dead dog. We rummaged through this huge dumpster to find him. I cant believe I didnt hear him or even see him behind me. Now a little girl has to deal w the fact that she’ll never see her friend. He is my best friend. I wish I could take his place.

  • Rebecca

    What a terrible experience. After I lost my puppy due to my negligence (left medication out where she could get it) kind people reminded me that we cannot always control things that happen in life. Sadly, accidents happen. We like to THINK we can control every outcome, but we cannot.

  • Anonymous

    So today over the lunch hour I came home to our newest family member, a 9 week old labradoodle. A really wonderful puppy that was adjusting to her new home the last 3 weeks with great splendor. She came to our family as a Christmas gift to our 11 year old and 5 year old.

    Anyhow, she had an accident in her crate as happens and I showed some anger and called her a bad dog a few times while I took her out and cleaned her crate. I took her outside by the tuff of her neck in an appropriate way but she helped and tried to bite me so I dropped her down to the ground outside to avoid a bite, she fell about 2 feet and was fine. She then took care of business but refused to come back in with me so I chased her around before finally getting her cornered, she growled at me again so I had to carry her by the tuff of her skin inside. Once inside she ran away from me and hid behind the toilet, I used my foot to scoop her out trying to get her back to her crate. As I chased her back to the crate we both slipped on hardwood floors and I fell on her…she died immediately. I am devasted, I feel fully responsible as she was only running from me because I had yelled and carried her roughly. I know it was an accident but I am just full of guilt and replaying the tape, don’t know how to tell my kids that I’m the reason their dog is dead.

  • Clarence

    Gina: First, I honestly think that you did the best you could under the circumstances. Second, Sweetie’s symptoms are very similar (if not necessarily identical) to my Dempsey’s, who unexpectedly and suddenly died last December 1. Although the cause of death was not definitively established, the consensus is that it was some form of hemorrhagic gastroenteritis, probably brought on by his swallowing a foreign object.

    Although I can’t find the post, I made this suggestion once before: Anyone who owns a dog should have veterinary insurance. It’s affordable and essential.

  • Tania Smallwood

    had to put our beautiful black cocker spaniel Pablo to sleep, he was just 18 months old. The week before he didn’t seem interested in anything, playing, going for a walk or his food, i took him to the vets when he started being sick. The first vet i saw was a useless so and so, sent me off with some digestive stuff and told me to come back in 4-5 days if still no better…i waited 2! Saw a different vet who did bloods and scans hoping for it to be an obstruction in his stomach….it was liver failure! Me and my partner slept downstairs with him every night after that to keep an eye on him, make sure he ate, drank and went to the toilet. After a couple of days he was like himself again, which gave us hope he could recover. Then on christmas night he took a turn for the worse, he was making gulping noises and he body was trembling and he seemed confused and unsteady. Finally boxing day night, we both knew that he wasn’t going to get better, we didn’t want him to suffer anymore or start to feel pain. We called the vet to our house, i refused to take him to the vets because it frightened him. We stroked him and spoke to him as he slipped away. Looking back i’m sure i could of taken him to the vet sooner and he would still be with us, but he never actually seemed ill, my heart is so broken and i hate myself so much.

  • Gina

    Hi Anna.

    I was wondering if your Luna ever passed blood in her stool or vomit.. I recently lost a family dog and she went so fast. She was sick on Thursday and euthanized on Saturday. I’m haunted by what caused it.

  • Gina

    My family had a Shar-pei mix breed. She was severely abused when we adopted her from the animal shelter. The shelter had rescued her and named her Sweetie. She certainly was a sweetie, the purest kindest dog but tense. She was hesitant to trust but I won her over with love and attention. She used to put her head in my lap and nibble on my pants sometimes biting my leg but she never once was vicious. She had a wrinkly forehead that got even more wrinkly when she saw food. She loved to eat. She was estimated to be about 9 years old when we got her from the shelter based on the condition of her teeth. That would make her -about 15 but she could been older than 9 when we adopted her. I had been away at college so I was excited to see her over Christmas break. She would wag her tail and let me rub her. She was healthy and happy. Until recently. This past Thursday she suddenly started vomiting and passing blood. I told my family she was dying but they wouldn’t listen. They said they couldn’t afford it. I saw her pass straight blood in her stool as it turned bright red when it hit the snow. I knew it was bad. I told them. I should have done something sooner, found resources. Friday came and she stopped eating. She grew lethargic. Still she was alert and attentive to me. She came to me and put her head in my lap. She kept passing blood; it looked like coffee grounds and I was scared. She became stoic and would stand like a statue. Her abdomen would contract in and out. Her belly got swollen. She still drank water and I watched her suffer. Saturday, she got even worse. She would have blood tinged fluid come out of her nose. She stood so long that her legs finally gave out. She was losing the fight for her life. Still she came to me and loved me. By this time, I decided I couldn’t take it anymore. I finally found a shelter that would take her and help her. All we had to do was relinquish our rights to her. We did. I hoped she could be saved but I knew she couldn’t. I waited too long to help her. My best friend. I had failed her. I got a call that night. She had to be euthanized. They did their best but the blood loss was too great. She was vomiting blood, passing it in her stool, and had it coming out of her nose. They don’t know what caused it and now all I can think about it failing her. Letting her to die in such a terrible way. I hate myself. I don’t want to live with myself. My heart is broken. I wish I had acted sooner. I am considering a way to get an autopsy done on her and the vet would cl with estimates. I need to know what happened. It will haunt me forever. It happened so fast. I feel like there were signs. She began licking the carpet while I was at college. I noticed she was standing differently, like she had to go to the bathroom when I came home. But she was acting normal. I’m not sure I can ever forgive myself. I blame myself. I should have gotten help for her sooner.

  • Vicki

    Hi Edna,
    Thank you for being so understanding. Your words of comfort do help, but I still can’t understand how I made this terrible mistake. I know we all make mistakes, but when it takes a life and can’t be fixed, it is an extremely heavy burden. I have read how other people have done the same thing and I feel their pain. Yesterday I sought pet counselling and hope that will help me work through the thoughts that haunt me and understand the bad mistake I made. Thank you again Edna.

  • Miriam

    Sorry for the loss of all your furry babies,reading the comments somehow makes me feel better but still the guilty of me losing peanut due to pravo virus still hunt’s me , she was only 4months old(this kill’s me)she started vomiting on new year and l thought she eat too much food then on the second she still was vomiting food again and l thought she will be fine on the 3rd she started to vomiting water after drinking it and she was no longer eating including meat l got worriedand financially I was not ok this month so l called for help but no one helped then l got over the counter meds to stop the vomiting but it didn’t work later that day she popped watery diarrhea that looked pink and a metallic smell like,l got so worried then on the 4 we took her to the vet (with that small amount I had l didn’t care) the vet shouted at me but l humbled my self though they only inject to stabilize her n give pills for the next day to stop diarrhea due to not enough funds for them to hospitalize her we drove back an l borrowed money from Frnd then we come back to the hospital she popped on the door (a bit darker than before) then they took her for the drip n medication we went back home coz they were closing then they told us to call at 11am every day to check on peanut(I wish I called first)the next morning I got a call at 8 saying they lost peanut midnight,seeing my fone ring broke me ,was there even a vet during the night? Why did they only call me at 8 when she lost her life at midnight? My guilt is that l did not take her the day for first vomit…and l guess peanut got the pravo virus from the place l left her wen l was traveling coz it was at a friend’s house(my biggest regret) because if she was born with it she would not have survived the 2days after birth….I keep asking myself All these days,lm broken broken broken😥

  • Edna

    Hi Vicki. I can understand how such a thing could happen. It is because we are human and we all make mistakes. We are our own worst citics. Please be gentle with yourself. You are a responsible and caring pet mom who did not intentionally want to harm your dog. You had an errand to do so you attended to the laundry, fully intending to check on your dog after the errand. You forgot about your dog but please do not interpret this as neglecting your dog.
    What happened to you could happen to anyone and indeed had happened to many people. Does this mean they are bad people? Of course not and neither are you. You also became distracted with attending to your own health when you felt ill. Caring for one’s self is not selfish. I hope writting the letter to your dog has helped give you some comfort and relief. You have a grieving process to work through and in time you will start to feel better. Hugs and prayers. Edna

  • Joan

    Oh Noelle, I am so sorry for your loss. I understand since my story is so similar. My little girl was always a bit nervous anyhow, and I’m sure passing while trying to breathe was so scary for her. And looking for me to comfort her. But like you, we would have been there had we known what was about to happen. We can only pray our pups knew how much they were loved. My regular vet did try and reassure me they would be in a confused state and not realize what was going on. But until they got to that time, I wish I could have been holding her. May our babies forgive us and be resting in a field of happiness waiting for us.

  • Joan

    Thank you so much for replying to my story. I hope the pain eventually lessens for you and I until we meet our babies across the rainbow bridge. I only wish vets could advise us to stick around in such cases instead of go home.

  • Noelle Dottery

    Thank you for sharing your story. This is the almost exact same thing that has happened to me on 1/3/19. My dog Milo took a turn for the worse while being hospitalized for his heart. One minute the vet called to say he had improved a bit an hour later they called me to tell me he had passed. I also can not get over the immense feeling that he was lonely and scared and I ask myself why I left and why i didn’t just sit in the waiting area. I can completely understand what you are going through. Unlike our situation A lot of people get that final chance to say goodbye. I hope you find peace and comfort and that your pain lessens everyday.

  • Noelle

    I lost my 6 year old dog Milo on 1/3/19 due to heart disease. I went to work that morning and found two vomit spots on the carpet. My mom came over and called me about two hours later saying something was wrong with him. I came home rushed him to the vet and waited. The vet said they needed to hospitalize him so I left. A few hours later I called to check in. He had taken his meds, went outside to use the bathroom and ate a bit. I felt comfort and I started to think that maybe nothing was wrong with his heart and he would be ok. An hour after that the vet called and said his heart gave out and he passed away. I have an overwhelming feeling of guilt because he was all alone. He died in an oxygen box around a bunch of strangers and he was alone. We didn’t get to say goodbye. I dreaded having to possibly put him down but I feel like I would have at least gotten to say goodbye. When I took him to the vet to be hospitalized earlier in the day I didn’t even say bye. I just let them take him. He laid on my lap before he was admitted and was having trouble breathing. I cry none stop because I lost a beautiful soul but I can’t get over the feeling that maybe he would have felt more comfort if someone would have been there with him for his final moments except the vet techs.

  • Stephanie

    Two days ago I had to make the hard decision of puttting my 15 year old jack Russell, Mikko, to sleep. 5 months prior I was given the news that he was going into heart failure but refused medication. My initial thought was that I wouldn’t want my boy to be drugged up for the remainder of his life. This decision has made me feel guilty ever since because I feel like we could’ve had just a bit more time with him. The night he passed, I came home to see him disoriented and eventually laid down, not acknowledging that I was home and this was a red flag for me. Whenever I come home he usually barks to let him in the house. That day was a particularly cold day and eventhough he had a sweater, I feel like we should’ve done more to keep him warm. I was at work all day and my parents were out of the house, so Mikko was outside for the most part. When I got to him I carried him in my arms to see what was wrong and he was breathing heavy and short. It felt like he couldn’t even stand on his own and at one point he peed himself which threw me into panic mode. I rushed him to the nearest emergency vet hospital as fast as I could. I felt like this was really the end. The vet gave him oxygen and an IV which seemed to help( and gave me hope). But the doctor took me into a room and told me that Mikko’s condition was severe. He said that if he were to leave the hospital that night he wouldn’t survive the next couple hours and the most humane thing to do was to put him down. This broke me so much. I agreed to let him go as long as I was by his side the whole time. After it happened a huge wave of guilt of maybe I made the decision too fast… if I had come home earlier it might have made a difference, I should’ve spent those last few days with him, this wasn’t his regular vet so was it the right call? I made the decision alone because I always felt throughout the years it was really just me and him. But I feel like I should’ve let my family in on the situation too.. maybe they could’ve talked me out of it. The last words I whispered to Mikko was that he was a good boy… I tried to mutter that I was sorry but my sobs were too strong. But I am sorry.. I wish I could’ve done more for you.

  • Vicki

    Two days ago I did the worst thing in my life and this resulted in the death of my 11 year old dog. I can’t share this with with my friends as I feel so ashamed and guilt ridden. I wouldn’t expect them to understand as I don’t understand how I could have done this myself. I have read posts by readers below who have had similar experiences and I feel your pain. Each morning I went for a walk and my elderly dog snoozed in the car until I returned. We had done this routinely for over a year. Three days ago he didn’t want to get out of the car so I decided to leave him there and come back after I had put a load of washing on. That would prove to be one fatal mistake and I will live with it for the rest of my life. One thing led to another and time ticked by. During the morning I became unwell with a stomach upset and went to lie down. I awoke a couple of hours later and remembered he was still in the car. I will never forget the distressing sight when I opened the door. Due to my selfish actions I was side tracked and too late, he was dead. I have seen ads on TV about the horrible death dogs suffer in the heat of a car and never thought in a million years that I would be guilty of letting this happen. This haunts me each night and I go over and over my poor decision. I have always brought our rabbits, 2 cats and dogs inside during hot days, but failed badly on this occasion. From the notes above and Laurie’s ebook I understand I have a lot to work through. My next step is to write a letter to my dog, sit at his grave and read it to him. I hope I can eventually move forward through devastating experience and he can forgive me.

  • Joan

    Clarence, I can so relate. I keep trying to tell myself I did my best, but so far the guilt wins out. I try and get though this because of my other little girl who is left without her sister. She has been sticking like glue to me. She has been sleeping on the blanket I had Chloe wrapped in when I took her to the emergency vet. I wish she could express her questions to me. I just keep thinking Chloe would be telling me “take good care of Wendy now”.

  • David

    My Dachshund was the same age possibly older, but I never felt that I did my best towards the end, even though he had slowed down a bit, and I spent as much time with him as I could, because I knew we wouldn’t have much time left.

  • Edna

    Thanks Martha. Although 2018 did not end on a positive note, I want to wish you a happy New Year anyway. Praying that you will flnd much joy, peace, happiness and good health in 2019.

  • Clarence

    Please take comfort in knowing that most dogs tend to be so stoic that they don’t show signs of illness until it’s too late. The vet told me that my Dempsey must have been sick for days, maybe even weeks, before giving any indication on that last day. Does that mean I shouldn’t blame myself? Maybe. But I do.

  • Carolyn

    I lost my beloved Lola 1 1/2 ago.She was 11 years old ,and it happened because of my neglect and I can’t forgive myself,it is destroying my life.She started showing signs of Diabetes for at least a year before she got very sick and I really didn’t know what is was when it first started.I changed her food and bought vitamins…she got better..but after a year she started drinking a lot of water even dirty water from the yard .I had planned to have elective surgery during those times and I was so focused in myself that I didn’t pay attention to how sick she was getting.I had surgery, came back home ,she kept showing signs that I was ignoring and one day she decided to go and lay down by a tree in the yard (she wanted to die alone)😔.she was acting lethargic and that’s when we really noticed that she needed medical attention right away. We took her to the vet ,she was really sick with organ failure issues and was hospitalized for 4 days…She was not getting really any better but the vet bill was so high that we decided to get her out and to find a vet that would help us at home with her problems..We found a vet who really try to help to get her numbers back up .But after a few days she got worse and started acting very weird ,she didnt recognized us anymore,she would walk around the house without stopping, she wouldn’t lay down,not eating or drinking water..Next day I took her by myself to the vet,they did blood work and it came back worse ..There was nothing else that we could do..she was dying..My loyal lovely lola was dying,and it was my fault.She had to be put down.
    Thanks to anyone that reads my story,please if you have pets or ever decide to get one,please please dont ignore signs of illness.

  • Martha

    Thank you for your kindness and understanding. You’re right about the forgiveness. I’m working on it very hard. It must happen. I pray for your peace as well.

  • Edna

    I am so sorry for your heartbreaking loss. You did everything within your power to protect and help Echo. Tragic events happen that are beyond our control. It is easy to look back and see how we could have done things differently but we are not God.. You had no idea that the decisions you and others were making at the time of Echo’s illness would end up so tragically. You did your best. Your grief is compounded by the fact your daughter is crushed by Echo’s death. Your heart breaks for her too and you maybe wish you could have protected her from this pain. Again, somethings are beyond our contol. My pray is for you to come to a place of peace, to get to that place, you will have to choose to forgive your relative. It may be hard to think about forgiveness when your pain is raw butitn itorder for you to have peace, forgiveness is necessary. For me, I had to forgive myself as I was solely responsible for accidenally killing my dog. I know it would have been easier for me to forgive someone else, had someone else accidenally killed my dog. . hugs and prayers

  • Joan

    I’m so very sorry for the passing of your Echo. I know people will say that we should not feel guilty but it comes from the love we had for our pet, our family member. We can’t change what happened. We can only hope in time our minds will go to happy memories. Right now, I just see my baby everywhere I look. Waiting to see her running around the corner to be where I am. My thoughts are with you.

  • Joan

    What a glorious day it will be when we all meet up with our furbabies. They will forgive us for what we are beating ourselves up about and jump into our arms, I must keep believing this. I find myself so mad at God right now for taking my Chloe. Don’t have much in my life and Chloe was my source of happiness. Miss and love her so very much.

  • Martha

    Our beautiful and beloved 9-year-old golden retriever, Echo died December 27. She was my daughter’s dog and slept with her every night she was home from college. Echo was terrible about wolfing down anything she could eat–she would climb into the pantry shelves and eat the onions stored there. She would also climb our peach trees and eat the peaches until she got diarrhea. We had to “Echo-proof” all food. We had many guests staying for Christmas, and we told people “no chocolate out, no bedroom doors open–you HAVE to watch that because Echo will eat ANYTHING and chocolate will kill her.” Well, we left her in the house alone (my first mistake, although I didn’t know she was in the house. I thought she was out in the yard) and one of our relatives staying with us had left literally pounds of chocolate in his suitcase on the floor and left his bedroom door open. I didn’t know. My daughter and niece discovered what had happened and we gave her hydrogen peroxide to throw up. She threw up and then my husband gave her some more (maybe mistake #2?–should have taken her right to the vet? shouldn’t have given more H202?) She vomited up a lot more chocolate, but then really looked fine. She was drinking water, and was acting normal. We stayed with her and watched her for the next 5 hours and she was doing well. I had the thought then that we should still take her to the vet, but since my husband and I have both had cancer the last two years and I am very overwhelmed and anxious about everything, people always tell me I’m worrying too much, so I just kept my mouth shut–not wanting to be the worrywart again (mistake #3). We finally went to bed and put her in our bathroom so she would be near us during the night. We didn’t go to bed until around 2:00 am, and I woke up to go to the bathroom sometime between 4:00 and 5:00. She looked at me, and raised her head, and after I finished going to the bathroom, I opened the door, and she was clearly dying–it had only been about 3 minutes! We tried to revive her. My husband did chest compressions and I did mouth-to-mouth, but she died in our arms. I have not been able to stop crying. I’m so angry at our relative, but I know that ultimately, it was my responsibility. I was so tired after all my surgeries, and I had so many house guests, and I just put Echo at the bottom of the list of priorities. And for that, she died. Worse, is seeing my daughter and knowing that her world is crushed again for the third time in two years.

  • Martha

    I did the same thing to our very old dog, and the guilt does get better, but mine has never completely gone away. I was backing out of the garage, and since the driveway is a downslope, I couldn’t see the ground behind me in the rearview mirror. Arrow, our sweet elderly dog walked behind the car, and I felt that bump you described. It was awful. My children forgave me, which they shouldn’t have done. This was at least 5 years ago. Truly, this is inappropriate guilt–there was nothing you (or I) could have done. Nothing. Maybe feeling guilty gives us some false sense that we have control over the awful things that happen.

  • Clarence

    Thanks, Joan, for sharing your story with us, particularly with me.

    I really don’t think you have a whole lot to reproach yourself for, as you acted promptly and intelligently to save Chloe. Indeed, it seems to me that you did everything that could be done.

    I console myself (anyway, I try) with the belief that Dempsey, Chloe, Coco, and all the doggies named here are waiting for us in one of heaven’s meadows, enjoying themselves tremendously and wondering why the hell we’re beating ourselves up. Who’s to say I’m wrong?

  • Joan Dodds

    Clarence, your story and comments hit so close to home for me. My beloved little girl, Chloe, was a 12y/o shihtzu. She had no heart issues I ever knew of and had just been to the vets 3 days prior. On Christmas morning she was fine and suddenly she was not steady on her feet and laid down and was breathing very fast. I put my clothes on and rushed her about 2 miles away to an emergency vet. After taking her back, the vet asked me if she ever had a heart murmer and I told her no. The vet told me she had a very loud murmer (grade 6) and had fluid on her lungs. Her condition was very bad but if I wanted they would put her in oxygen and give her medications to take fluid from her lungs. If she survived the night we would transfer her and have her seen by cardiologist. When I went back to see her, she didn’t appear to be struggling as bad to breath. She stood up with her tail wagging and came to the opening of the kennel where they had oxygen blowing in and licked my face like she always did. I went home and left word to be notified of changes. 2 hrs later, the vet called and said she had taken a turn for the worse and was passing!. I was there within 5 minutes, but the vet told me I didn’t want to see her like she was and she was so close to the end she wouldn’t know I was there. I asked her to give her something to help her cross over and by the time she took steps back to her she was gone.
    My heart is broken, but my guilt is overwhelming. Why didn’t I just stay there in the waiting room so I could have been with her when she passed. My friends say ” well she said goodbye to you when she wagged her tail and licked your face”. But when I think of things, I think when that happened, she was doing what she always did like when I pick her up at the groomers. She is saying ” There’s my Mom, she’s here to take me home”. But then I left her and I’m sure when she started really having breathing problems, she was so scared and looking for me ,wondering why I wasn’t there. I will never get over this guilt and only pray my girl knows how much I love her. I would cross the rainbow bridge myself today to hold her if I could.

  • Jax's mom

    Dear Jax-
    I loved you from the day I brought you home. You always were so different that your sister; much needier. You have always been so patient with me. Thank you for sleeping with me every night, keeping my legs warm. Laying on my side if there was no room for you beside me. The endless doggie kisses, even though I never really cared for them.

    Every day of your life, I always carried you into the kitchen, you always came to me in bed, so I could pick you up and carry you. Today was no different. You came from under the blankets, I told you “common lazy butt”, I already had your sister in my arm. I put my arm under you belly and scooped you up. You already started to squirm. I lost my grip on you and you fell to the ground. I immediately scooped you up, you were having a seizure like shake to your back end. I thought you were going to come out of it. You didn’t, you died right there in my arms. You died because I dropped you. Jax, I am so sorry! You looked up to me to me to keep you warm, fed, loved and safe. I failed you today. Nothing I can do or say will ever bring you back. Just know how deeply sorry I am, you will be missed more than you could possibly know.

    Love you Jax,

  • Eddie

    Don’t blame yourself you did what you could and it’s not your fault that you weren’t financially unable to help, i lost my pup on the 15th of december really suddenly, well he had been on decline for a couple of years now but he was a fighter never gave up on life even after his back injury that nearly left him without the use of his back legs, but he ended up walking again. At the end it all caught up with him and there was nothing i could do for him, he was 15 years old and i know it was his time but i miss him so much, His finally night he was in pain so much so he started gnawing at his paws from pain from an undiagnosed tumor that finally gave way in his stomach, he had woke up that night and he came to me as he often would when he was sick but this time i got frustrated at him at first because he was fussing as he would most nights but this time it was different he had chewed his paws so much he had blood on them, so i took him to the 24 hour vet and they gave him something for the pain, and i thought he would be better in the morning so i could take him to the vet for a follow up but it wasn’t to be and he got worse so i took him to the vet again and they said he was pretty bad and maybe it was better for him to put him down, but i selfishly refused because i didn’t want to take his life, he was a fighter and it didn’t want to take that away from him. So they only thing they could to do is keep giving morphine every four hours until he was “better” but i guess they already knew he wasn’t going to make it. The next day i got the call i dreaded they told me he had passed during the night, i felt my heart being ripped from my chest, I felt so guilty that i wasn’t more patient with him when he had come to me, i feel guilty that i didn’t leave him at the first Vet, i feel guilty i didn’t investigate further into his illnesses such as his tumor, and most of all guilty i never bought his body home, but i couldn’t see him like that i felt paralyzed from grief it weighs so heavy on my heart i think about him all the time, i just hope he knows that i did all i could to save him and that i love him and miss him very much, i hope when I pass his there waiting for me on the other side.

  • Edna

    Clarence, it looks like a few of us wish we could go back and undo the past. Hindsight iis 20/20. I too wish I had responded more speedily when Coco took ill. My name for you is that you are a loving and sensitive human being who is imperfect ((just like me and the oothes on this site grieving the loss of their pet. Try to look at a the wonderful things you did for Dempsey. Coco died in April, 2o17. I am now at a place pf peace about what happened but it took a while for me to forgive myself. You will heal from tbis but you will have some scars but that is what a scar is…it is evidence you were wounded but have now healed. Prayers and hugs. Go gently on yourself. I care. P.s. Dempsey would forgive and he does not want you to feel bad.

  • Ms.V

    I had two German Shepard’s , I got them when they were 8 weeks , my seeet Laila was very sick from the the beginning she was dying she didn’t want to eat or drink and her brother Rex was perfectly fine . The vet gave her and I’ve to hydrate her and it seemend to help , she always kept a low weight tho,
    I have struggled financially and was not able to give them proper care , my outside yard seems to be infested by ticks from the neighbors sadly when I took my dogs out they got them and ever since two years ago I haven’t been able to get rid of the ticks I have four kids and ……
    I do t have an excuse or nothing I’m dying inside I feel so much pain and guilt my Laila dies today , but Rex is fine . I knew from the beguenig she needed extra care but I didn’t have the money and she’s gone so fast I don’t even know why was it the ticks was it the skin condition she had , was it my poor care for her . I want to die , she was so seeet the sweetest and she’s gone , I wish I had the money to give her what she deserved and the time she needed , I read all the post but none are completely as guilty as iam , and i feel horrible I can’t stop crying I hate myself I don’t know how to cope with this .

  • Olga

    Thank you and I’m sorry for your loss. I know it is something I still have to work on .. I sought counseling after I lost him. It helped to speak to someone about it but I think it’s a matter of self forgiveness… I’m working on it.

  • David

    I lost my first Dachshund that I grew up with I was 11 yrs old when I rescued him, he was with me through high school, college, work and university.
    We did everything together and experienced many ups and downs, more ups than downs.
    He had a few health issues right from the beginning, he was sick with a temperature when we first got him, then a number of years later, my sister came home one day and found him on the floor on his side after having a fainting episode in the mid 1990’s and taken to the vets, where he was diagnosed with a heart murmur. He was always there at home waiting for me where I would feel welcomed, happy and content knowing he was loved, looked after, warm and comfortable. One of the best character traits he had was a welcoming smile when I, or any family member came home he would come a greet you with a big grin. I love and miss him, I feel as though I let him down in the latter part of his life.

    Best regards

  • Marisa

    We sadly had to put our sweet girl Josie to sleep on the 26th… Two days late today, it’s my birthday and the only wish I have is to see and hug her again. I want to run my fingers through her fur one more time and tell her how much I love her and tell her how much I love her while she looks at me with her deep l, thoughtful eyes.

    She was only about 7 years old and got so sick so fast. We only had her for 2 of those years but it was the best 2 years of my life. We decided on euthanasia as we couldn’t afford anymore vet bills and she wasn’t herself anymore. I feel so guilty and selfish for not being able to make her feel better, for refusing the idea of giving her up to a shelter or another family. We didn’t want her to think we had rejected her, she was a very sensitive girl, we wanted her to know how much we loved her by not taking the chance she may suffer more later or feel we abandoned her. I miss her so much, it feels like my heart is splintering, then stabbing itself with those shards. We had so much more love to give you Josie, my doodlebug.

  • Edna

    I can relate to how you are feeling, Olga. I pray that you will soon come to a place of acceptance and self-forgiveness. I felt tremendous guilt and shame when I accidentally gave my toy poodle, Coco the wrong medication. He was 17 and died three days later. I did not know my error until after he died. I thought he was dying of old age. Coco was my dad’s dog. When dad died in 2010, I got Coco. I know dad took better care of Coco than I did but I did try my best. After Coco died, I too saw the number of times I had failed him. I felt heartbroken and beat myself up mercilessly. Please try to be gentle with yourself, you are only human and we all make mistakes. You will come to a place of healing once you work through your feelings of guilt and shame. The reason we can forgive others easier than ourselves is because there is guilt and shame and maybe even pride attached to our mistakes which needs to be worked through first.I lost Coco in April 2017 and it has taken awhile to work through my grief. I started my journey of healing by asking God to forgive me for the times I may have failed Coco and could have done better. I started to realize too that thinking about the ptst does not help as I can’t change it but I could learn from my past. I now have more wisdom to know and do things better in the future. You may find writing a nnoteto your furbaby asking for forgiveness helpful too. Dogs are so forgiving and live uncondtionally. Your furbaby is in heaven with Jesus and who know maybe your doggie and Coco are playing up there. I will pray for you and remember you are not a bad person.

  • Olga

    I feel the same… my boy lived 15 1/2 years and I know I took too care of him. In the end when he suffered from Cushings for 1 1/2 years I did not take great care of him. Like you said “when he needed me the most”. I have cried him a river, punished myself…. I try to forgive myself but don’t think I can. I have his buddy Hugo whom I got to keep him company… then Hugo was lonely and I got him Zoe… if I didn’t have Hugo I would have never gotten another dog! I try not to think about it cause it KILLS me with GUILT when I think about how I failed him. I’ve never known such heartache as I did when losing him.

  • Clarence

    I certainly feel that way. I don’t expect to ever have another dog, partly because there’s no one for me but Dempsey, but also because I’m not qualified to have one. Everyone says what a great doggy daddy I was. And — you know what? — I was. But not in the end, not when it mattered most. He trusted me to save him. He counted on me to make everything all right. And I didn’t. I can’t forgive myself. All I can do is pray that he has forgiven me, undeserving though I am of that forgiveness.

  • David

    Has anyone been so attached to their first dog that when you lost them for whatever reason you felt that you where a terrible owner, and that you should of looked after them better, and that you don’t deserve to look after another dog… because you think you can’t?

    Best regards

  • Clarence

    I made it a point to read your detailed report on what happened to Gracie.

    Dempsey was so intelligent in so many ways. In one respect, however, he was as dumb as a doorknob — for him, there was no such thing as “inedible.” Indeed, that’s what did him in. Sounds to me like Gracie was a kindred spirit. Let’s face it, most dogs share the same motto when it comes to their tummies: “Waste not, want not.” I remember once when Dempsey was licking up some loose kernels he’d knocked from his food bowl. He spied a bit of carpet fluff and decided, “Hey, why not?” I wasn’t fast enough to stop him; Jesse Owens wouldn’t have been fast enough to stop him.

    Usually, it does them little or no harm. Usually.

    Being vigilant with one’s dog is essential; being omniscient and omnipresent is impossible. I haven’t the slightest doubt that you did your best with and for Gracie, but accidents happen when you’re dealing with personalities (like Gracie, like Dempsey) who just cannot learn that not everything that comes within reach of their mouths is, by definition, a treat.

    There’s no cure for grief or its ugly handmaiden, guilt. But treatment? Sure. I’m a Catholic, for instance, and since Dempsey’s death I wear about my neck two medals of St. Rocco, patron of dogs and their owners. I pray to him that Dempsey is running in a meadow, tongue flapping in the wind (maybe with Gracie), that he’s forgiven me, and that he’s waiting for me. It helps.

    Whatever you have to do that helps, do that.

  • David

    It’s always difficult Barry, when anything of this nature happens, but I gues we just can’t win, no matter what we try. I think you where just doing what was best for your friend, I’m sure he enjoyed you taking him on that last outing and it was more than enjoyable for him.
    I guess 13 is old for a dog of that breed, and I guess he could of past away sooner or later, he could of been in the garden with you at home and passed away.

    Best regards

  • Clarence

    I appreciate the kind words, of which I’m wholly undeserving.

    Maybe he thought that I was angry with him because of the vomiting (though I repeatedly told him that I wasn’t), that I was displeased with him, that I was abandoning him, that I no longer loved him. That thought torments me.

    All my sympathies for the loss of Gracie, but I’m sure you have nothing to blame yourself for.

  • Rebecca

    You couldn’t have known that it was time for Dempsey to go. You did the best you could in a terrible situation. I’m absolutely sure he knew how much you loved him. Remember the love. I, too, had terrible guilt over not being vigilant enough with my beautiful puppy, Gracie. I think of her every single day…and I just try to remember the love.

  • Rebecca

    I am so sorry for your loss. I know that Marcy would never blame you. It was a terrible accident and we can’t know why these things happen. I know how deeply you are hurting – I really do. Remember the love…that’s the only thing that will get you through. Hugs to you.

  • Clarence

    My beloved Dempsey unexpectedly died this December 1. I hadn’t had him quite a year, but he was everything to me. Everything. We were so happy together. In addition to the grief is the guilt. I just can’t forgive myself. He was so happy, and I robbed him of that. Indeed, of his very life. I’m convinced that I didn’t act intelligently or speedily enough. He trusted me to save him, and I didn’t. In the end, he probably thought that he had done something wrong, and that I didn’t love him anymore. I wasn’t even with him at the end. I’d been at the emergency veterinary clinic for hours, but when he appeared to stabilize I went home, took a shower, and got some sleep. He must have thought that I’d abandoned him. Call me any name you like. Just know that you won’t come up with one I haven’t called myself.

  • David

    I don’t know how you feel, but I still struggle over the loss of my last Dachshund, and that was 12 yrs ago, I shared a very close bond with him as I rescued him when I was 11, and miss him terribly, I still greave.

  • Violet

    Thanks so much for replying, David. I’m still struggling with this a lot, and I really appreciate your response.

  • Keith Randall

    I’m so sorry for your loss Sheena. I lost my boy Nash 7 months ago. He was hit by a car. Reading your story brought back all the feelings I felt. Had a good cry again. Just so difficult. Just like losing a child and when you feel it could have been prevented it makes it that much harder. All I can say now is the intense raw emotions that you are feeling now should hopefully lessen. While you will always have a feeling of loss and sadness you must move in. Don’t feel rushed. Grieve however you feel is best for you.Some people don’t understand the intense bond some of us have with our pets. You have taken an important first step by letting it out and letting everyone know your story and of the pain you are feeling. I know this must be extremely difficult with the festive holidays approaching. I really hope you find peace and comfort in the memories you had with Marcy and the wonderful life you gave her.

  • Sheena Mitchell

    Yesterday morning I was taking my dog, Marcy to the beach in our truck. As always, she rode in the truck bed because she loved feeling the wind during the drive. All of a sudden I heard something hit the side of the truck while I was driving and I hit the brakes so hard to a complete stop. I immediately look to my side view mirror to see my dog, Marcy rolling on the pavement crying in pain. I ran to pick her up and put her back in the truck. When I walked toward her I could tell that at least one of her front legs broke and she must have had some trauma to her head because one of her eyes were sticking out of her head and bloodshot red. Crying hysterically, I took her to the animal hospital nearby and they were able to stabilize her. She was still breathing when we brought her in so I was somewhat hopeful that she’d return back to us. As we waited for the results of her diagnostic tests (which felt like forever), I noticed that all the nurses were assisting our baby Marcy. The doctor never came out to greet other patients with appointments and once I noticed this, I immediately knew something was wrong. Soon enough, a nurse came out to tell us that they discovered internal bleeding into her lungs and that they were all hands on deck trying to save her. A couple of minutes later another nurse came to tell us that she wasn’t able to make it and our world came crashing down. She told us that when we were ready, they’ll bring her in for us to say goodbye. As they brought her in, reality set in as I held her cold paw. I will never forget looking into her eyes because the joyful glimmer that usually emanated from her was already gone. My sweet, precious baby was gone. We took her body home to have a home burial with a few of the family and friends that loved her. As I was gathering some things to bury with her body, I came across her leash and collar, which we always tied to the back of the truck to secure her from falling. The latch on the collar was missing and I’m assuming that she fell off the truck because she is used to the leash pulling her back. I know that I will never for sure know the reason why she fell off or if I was able to do anything about it. It’s just really hard to accept what happened because I was directly involved in this tragic accident. All I know is that she did not deserve to go this way and that’s what really breaks my heart.

    I know that Marcy knew how much I loved her. I cried myself to sleep before we even picked her up (because James told me that we weren’t going to get a puppy but he was really just trying to surprise me). Everyday of her life I told her how much I loved her and in so many ways. My entire life revolved around this dog. She was the first thing I saw when I woke up because she would need me to take her outside to pee. She sat next to me as I got ready for work, cooked, used the restroom, watched TV, and cuddled me to sleep. She was the best part of my day. She understood me and I understood her. She was the best dog anyone could ever ask for and I miss her terribly. My life will never be the same without her and I will never forget all the wonderful times we shared together. Although her life was short, it was full of love. She didn’t know anything about hate. All she knew in her life was love and I’m certain of this.

  • David Bentick

    I really don’t think you should beat your self up over this, my sister had a cat that developed cancer, she took him to the vet, but it was very aggressive… he was operated on in February 1999, and was 15 yrs old, the surgery helped for a couple of months but he ultimately had to be euthanised in April as the tumour came back.
    You have nothing to feel guilty about.

    Best regards

  • David Bentick

    I don’t think you have done your little man any harm, I think it’s just his condition, possibly that he had congestive heart failure, my dachshund developed similar symptoms, breathing through his mouth, this is called Dyspnea.

    Best regards

  • Mina

    I’ve been searching the net, reading articles on how to cope with pets loss since our dog died 3 days ago. I can’t even express how heartbroken I am. It hurts so much. Especially when I think that its my fault. He’s been sick for days but he’s eating just fine so we keep on postponing in taking him to vet. Until 3 days ago when I fed him with leftovers. He ate like he always did but after awhile he just start coughing and vomitting. I told my parents but we still did not do anything since that was not the first time and where’re gonna take him to the vet the following day anyway. I just keep on saying his name to at least comfort him. I left him for awhile and when I looked at his house he was no there. I looked for him everywhere but could not find him. I went over to his house and looked at the left side and there I saw him. I somehow knew there was something wrong since he never slept on that part. So I call out his name and got no response. I called out my dad to check on him and he confirmed what I already knw. I just run inside the house and cried. I keep on calling his name saying how sorry I am. I’ve never cried so hard in my life. The guilt of knowing that maybe I’m the reason he was no longer with us and that if only I did not waited days to bring him to the vet since I’m always the one left at home with them is killing me. I always call out his name like I used to, saying his name in between conversations. I can’t look at his house coz it is too painful and I can’t even feed our other dog without bawling. It so hard to breathe every second that I remember him. He was still so young only 2 years. And I cant help thinking that if only I did not feed him that hes still here with us. I can’t even talk to my family about what happened becoz I’m afraid. I’m just so ashamed about what I did. I feel like I don’t deserve to laugh these days. Every night I cried myself to sleep and dreamt repeatedly that hes still alive and then suddenly waking up feeling so sad.

  • Scott Mccuiston

    The first thing I want to say is this is a wonderful site to help deal with the loss of a pet. I have been feeling extremely guilty,for the loss one of our beloved cannines. (my daughters dog) This happend Sunday 12/1. I am a muscian and play in a band. Sunday was our normal rehearsal time. We usually rehearse for 4 hours, but this time we decided to go later, since we had an important gig coming up. We had finish with half our song list when we decided to take a break. My daughter was sleeping upstairs, she did not feel well, and my wife was at work. Anyway when we took a break I decided to let our dogs out in the back yard, to do their business. In the meantime one of the guys in the band locked his keys in his car, and left his dome light on. He went out to my garage to find a tool. He could not find it so I turned by back and 2 of my dogs jumped the fence. I went and looked for them in their normal areas, but they were not there. It was cold out side, but not freezing. I felt I should have jumped in my car to go look for them, but my car was blocked in, and I figured they would come wandering back home like they have done before. So I went back to rehearsing. About another hour went by, I looked out the door for them every chance i got to see if they were around the neighborhood. After we were done practicing I called my other daughter and said they jumped the fence again. She went looking for them, and as they started out here came Samson the large one, but Chester was not with him. They usually are together. It was getting colder outside, so I started to look for Chester in the car. I looked until 4AM in the morning. I did not find him. I prayed he woudl be ok, the temperature was going down and it started to snow. I was getting more and more upset. I could not find him. I did not want him to freeze to death. He had a very thin coat. Later that morning me and my daughter went out looking for him, and so did my wife. She did not find him, and neither did me and my daughter. I took her to school, and decided to start looking again. I found Chester, He had been hit by a car on the hiway. I am so mad at myself, because I felt, if I would have looked for him, instead of practicing, or made it so they could not jump the fence, he would still be alive.

  • Teri

    Kate your story helped me realize that I am not alone. I too ran over my 15 year old schnoodle named Snickers. I too did not know he was out. It was dark and I had pulled up very slowly the mistake I made was puking up too close to my garage door so I put car in reverse and I too felt the bump you described. I knew I did not leave any toys out so I looked in rear view mirror and saw him laying there. I opened the door and the cry’s from my poochie made me screen and cry like you. I lost all thoughts and self being. My husband came out running and I too forgot vet number and thank goodness my husband was there to think for me or I would have gone crazy. It was as if I killed my child. This dog was my husbands world and I just took it away. So knowing someone else went through the same experience helped me cope with my guilt and I thank you for sharing

  • Michelle

    Hi Heather, I truly understand your pain. I lost my Millie just this week. She had been going downhill health wise for a couple months and stopped eating, so I had been feeding her with a syringe for the last week to try and get some nutrition into her little body. The vets had done multiple tests, trying to diagnose the problem, but had been unsuccessful. On Wed night she took a massive turn for the worst and I rushed her to the vets. We left her there and one small mercy is that her regular vet happened to be on call for emergencies that night. They put her under general anaesthetic to put a tube into her stomach to try and relieve pressure. The vet called me about 9pm saying that they would need to do emergency exploratory surgery to try further to find the source of her illness, but that she may not survive and there was no guarantee that they would even find, let alone be able to repair what was wrong. I made the decision then on the phone to not put her through the surgery and just let her go. My thinking in that moment, amidst my grief, was that she was already under general anaesthetic, so there was no benefit for her in me going back there in her final moments. I believe the decision to let her go was best for her, but now looking back, I am filled with guilt that I didn’t go and hold her for her last breath. I will forever regret that choice and hope and pray that Millie forgives me.

  • sandra glatzer

    Thank You for telling me your story and I am so sorry that you also have to go through this pain and regret. Your story is exactly the same as mine. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about how I wish I would have at least tried. It has been 5 months for me now and it still hurts so bad. I just can’t come to peace in my heart over my decision. I know your reply is an older post but I have been so depressed over this that I haven’t been on the computer until today. I’m wondering how you are doing and if you are healing from the grief. Thank You


  • letisha magee

    I lost my dog 3 days ago i feel so bad about it i had a cold i was eating some walnuts earlier i thought i got then all up the shells and everything later took her to her dog bowl to eat i was feeling dizzy so i layed down in bed she usually eats her food in comes back to bed but when she came back she looked werid was hacking and shaking i thought she was choaking i tried everything put her upside down to loosen the object i did the Heimlich maneuver for dogs tried to massage the throat she kept passing out i got scared tried to remove it opened her mouth reach down to see if i felt any thing i felt nothing then she began coughing up blood so i moved her to dog bed her body was shaking and she died i feel so gulity i dont know what to do i wish i would have just left her alone now she gone and i feel so lost and broken.

  • Beth

    My family had to put my dog down 6 years ago and I still think about her from time to time. I was 17 years old. What I can’t get over is the guilt I have about how neglected she was. We adopted her from the kennel when I was ten. I can still see her laying in her cage when we went to pick her up. I found out later that the next day she was on the list for euthanization because the kennel was overcrowded. We had saved her life. But that’s not how I think about it today. She was an “outside dog” meaning she lived in the backyard attached to a long leash that allowed her to run in the grass and go in her dog house. But that also meant that she didn’t get to spend much time with us. Only my dad would go outside to feed her. I would outside a lot to lay on her tummy and rub it. And take her out on walks. Only on days when it was really cold was she allowed to come into the garage or basement. And even then she would bark to try and tell us she didn’t want to be alone. She wanted to be with us. We eventually got another dog who was allowed to stay inside who we played with all the time and sometimes they played together. One day I noticed how sluggish she was. She wasn’t eating. We took her to the emergency vet and she had tumor in her belly and had to be put down. I told myself I couldn’t handle being in the room when she died, so I left, and that is one of my biggest regrets. Now that I am older, all I can think about is all the things I could have done better for her to have had a happier, healthier life. Sometimes I believe it would have been better if we had never rescued her from the kennel. I know there were probably good times, that she actually was happy. That she actually didn’t spend that much time outside. But I can’t think of those times, only the bad ones. I can still hear her bark from the backyard when there was too much snow and she wanted to come in. I can see her face in the back door looking in at me in the garage. Wondering why wasn’t she in there too. And me just walking away into a warm house. The countless times I had to stop petting her and go inside. She would walk with me until the leash kept her back and I kept walking. These images rack me with guilt. And every month or so it overwhelms me and I can’t stop crying for hours. I do not know how to forgive myself for this. I know I was young, I didn’t really know what was going on. With the dog I have now, I have so much anxiety over her being cared for that I never want to leave her alone. I would rather not leave the house. I know that it’s me making up for it somehow. But after this dog I refuse to get another one because the guilt and the grief is just eating me up.

  • Bee

    Your story has touched me and I understand the pain you are feeling. Please do not blame yourself. Part of human nature involves making mistakes and you never intended to hurt your puppy and she knows that. I know everything is very fresh and raw, you will hurt for a while, but in time it will pass. Take consolidation in the fact that based on the type of medication you describe it is very unlikely your little one felt any pain but fell peacefully to sleep and although your time with each other was short, it was precious and always will be. Stay positive and get better soon. Xx

  • Rebecca

    My puppy died yesterday. I was just diagnosed with a chronic illness and was prescribed muscle relaxers. I had taken them out of my purse because I couldn’t remember the name of them and was looking it up on the internet. I absentmindedly left them on the side table by my chair overnight. In the morning, I got in the shower and my husband came in like 5 minutes later to ask what the pills were on the bed. I got out and looked – horrified – to see what they were. We counted them quickly and assessed that she had eaten about half of the bottle. I rushed her to emergency vet. She never regained consciousness and we had to euthanize her. She had been a rescue dog from Hurricane Florence and it makes me physically ill that I didn’t take better care of her. I am heartbroken.

  • Bee

    Thank you Sarah for your reply and your kind words. It is so comforting to know I am not alone. I hope our furry friends bump into each other wherever they may be now and have a little joke with each other about why on earth their Mamas are crying so much!! It’s hard and we will never be the same but one thing that will always remain is the love in our hearts. Keep strong. Xxxx

  • Sarah Laughter

    Your story is so similar to mine… both our dogs were the same age and looked good for their age. And both passed the same way. It’s been almost two months and not a day can go without crying, but your words touched my heart and I thank you for that. This forum has made me realize that there is no good way for us to lose our beloved fur babies. It’s painful regardless. The guilt is the hardest. But, knowing we wanted the best for them and that they did love and forgive us, because that is what they do, is what we need to remember. May you find peace and comfort during this difficult time.

  • Bee

    I wanted to start off by thanking everyone who has taken the time to share their stories, as I have found the closure and reassurance that I so badly needed and hope my story can offer the same to anyone else in the same heartbreaking position. We lost our beloved Westie terrier. He was 17 years old and extremely frail, he was deaf and blind (but sensitive to light, this is how he got himself around) and even though he was elderly he still had life left in him. He was not visibly in pain, loved eating and always scattered his food everywhere in his room which drove us crazy. I had given him a bath shortly before he died and remember thinking about how well he was for his age, he felt so bony and frail, but was still happy, still plodding along, occasionally toppling over but never yelping or seeming distressed. We had let him out that day to go to the toilet and we were unable to find him for ages, until we saw him floating in our pond. He must have accidentally wandered over to it and slipped in. We are absolutely devastated and filled with guilt and grief. I can’t help but blame myself for not keeping a closer eye on him, not being there from the moment we let him out, not spotting him by the pond and being able to rescue him. All I can hope and pray is that it happened quickly and relatively painlessly. When we found him he looked peaceful and no signs of struggling, but I torment myself continuously. I have told myself he felt a moment of cold and then went to sleep, and that was the end. I don’t think I will ever fully forgive myself, I feel so responsible and he was our best friend. All I want to say to you all is that all of our beloved friends are up there together, meeting each other, running around freely and eating all of their favourite (unlimited!) snacks, and watching down on us wanting us to be happy. I know my little boy has forgiven me because that’s what dogs do – please feel the same about your furry friends. None of us intented for this to happen. Please be strong everyone, and to my beautiful little white ball of fluff, I love you so much and I always will. I know you’re safe and happy up there in the clouds and I will see you again one day.

  • Jas

    First I would like to say I’m very sorry hear about how everyone’s pets died how folks are dealing with Guilt and shame , just so sorry to hear . This website is great place for everyone to gather along and read comments how folks are coping with shame and guilt it will help you feel a little better about yourself and tragic incidents that happened to your pets …

    My story is about a specific Pup named “Queenie” all my life I grew up around Gundogs (hunting dogs: beagles ,bird dogs, coon dogs , Duck retrieving dogs) just name a few of the type of hunting dogs ….My Father was a Big time “Rabbit hunter” we always had Beagles (little hound dogs) my Father owned 8 beagles when I reached an age of 10 years old my dad gave me 2 of my own beagles to train how to hunt …. 30 years went by Dad long passed away , I passed tradition down to my kids growing up , over the years we have dog grow old pass away heartache ….

    I’ve hunted over many of dogs built relationship with numerous of other breeders who mainly focused on Champion bloodline Beagles . It was getting time for me to buy another Pup , Queenie I named her she was the cutest looking little 13” beagle I’ve ever laid my eyes on ! I’ve hunted over Queenie’s Mother and Father both were very respectable Beagles hunted very hard they loved hunting rabbits more than anything Both parents were Field champions proven in the fields .

    Queenie was a little bit of a slow starter , I started her on rabbit chases when she was 4 month old took her out 2-3 times a week spent quality training time with her she had one problem she didn’t “Bark” or what we called as beagle trainers “open up” on rabbit track , this went on for 2 more whole months constantly taking her out Finally at 6 month age she was Opening up on rabbits she had a Beautiful “hound dog voice” hurly burly brawling voice ! I loved it so much !!!

    Queenie was a natural she had Strong Hunt , good jumping skill (find ,locate rabbit, jump it out of hiding get it moving !) when it came time to do her pedigree papers I decided her name was going to be “MAIN GIRL QUEENIE” that she was … out of all my dogs I’ve ever owned in all years Queenie was the one ! There a saying lingers around guys who train hunting dogs for long time …. any man who trains a lot might just get lucky and have a needle in haystack once in lifetime “PERFECT DOG” …. Queenie was it ! She had the Looks ! (She was a head turner beautiful drop dead gorgeous female beagle I’ve ever seen I seen thousands of beagles over years she was only one I’ve ever seen that looked that pretty!!!)

    She had strong Hunt , foot control , perfect voice !, obey my commands . She was so easy to train after 6month mark … she was my “prize” dog , my pride and joy !!! Sure I loved my other beagles as well , Queenie was gonna be my new Pack leader !

    Sadly one day raining very badly we got caught in storm , I was getting ready call quits for day we were all walking out of area Low and behold ! Queenie found another rabbit all dogs ran to her to “honor” her the rabbit took dogs all over landscape up and over ditched and up a straight hill over 350 yards away from where I was standing …. normally rabbits run a big circle return back to area they were flushed from with dogs …. on return back I seen the rabbit I let it run by , all dogs passed me by , I waited a few more minuets the dogs were in a “check” (when rabbit sits for second then changes direction, the dogs start circling around small area figure with way rabbit scent is strongest they use their noses to smell ground when they figure it out 1 dog barks heads that direction, then all other dogs honor that dog that did barking and confirmed check where rabbit heading off too) …. the weeds were very high in background I saw all dogs running away 100 yards or so …. then there it was I saw the rabbit no more than 25 yards from me , I pulled up and fired off 1 shot from my shotgun … I heard a short yelp ! In weeds… I just threw my gun down ran into the weeds just beyond where I shot rabbit Queenie was another 15 yard up from rabbit and got caught in crossfire total blind spot!!! I could not see she was there (all the other dogs were 100 yards out chasing a different rabbit wasn’t even the one I was shooting at) , she took a stray shotgun pellet to her spine it killed her instantly … I was crying , so pissed at myself that was my prize dogs all work I put into her , me and and her were Team ! I calmed down shortly tried to do CPR for 15 Minutes at one point I thought she was coming back but she didn’t …. I buried her that day when I got home ! Tearfully … I didn’t sleep for 4 days ! I didn’t eat for 4 days , I called off work for 1 week ! I was so Guilty and ashamed for what happened …

    Over the years I’ve shot over Gundogs many times hundreds and hundreds of times my own dogs and other folks hunting dogs as well , I’ve never had a mistake I was always Double checking make sure dogs were not in the way ! Most of time we never even shot the rabbits cause it was to risky !

    All rabbits we harvest I used cook them on grill and give them to the dogs that was “their bounty” they loved it very much !!! Now when I got home ? All my dogs lived inside house they were spoiled “brats” they got baths , sleep anywhere they wanted , play with toys !!! Come and go out of house in yard anytime they wanted !!! They were my team ! My kids ! My friends ! If you were to come to my house you would of never knew these were “hunting dogs” at home they acted like spoiled maniacs run around house playing and everything … Queenie was special as pup to me ! I used go extra lengths “spoil” her a little more … if other dogs got 2 Treats … I used sneak in and give Queenie 3 treats and let her do what ever she wanted in house sleep anywhere she wanted ! She was tiny compared to other dogs she was 10 month old when she died …when we hit the fields for hunting all dogs put on their “game face” even Queenie ! They were Dead serious about hunting and chasing rabbits nothing was stopping them they had strong love for the hunt

    Today I still work with Beagles (I love the beagle breed) I train and compete with them in AKC field trials …. I no longer shoot over my dogs anymore , I know many guys who still shoot and hunt over their dogs I’m not against it ! It is a dangerous sport … the dogs live for it ….

    To this day I still have tears rolling down my eyes and strong Guilt and Shame that never went away … Queenie was my “Main girl” daddy loved her very much !!! I’ve never came across another Beagle that had same personality or traits not anything like Queenie ! She was a “one of a kind” …..she changed my life in many ways , I still miss her dearly !

    The Guilt or shame will never go away , these stories are comfort , they help “ease the guilt” … we are human we all make mistakes in life but our Pets love us very dearly no matter how harsh or tragic the accident was!

  • Kayla

    I arrived home after a week off island celebrating my brother’s wedding. We were excited about seeing our animals (2 ‘beach dogs’ a father and daughter duo that adopted us, and our indoor cat) excited about the upcoming birth of puppies. But there was no time to acclimate, we arrived home to see 2 of our friends who had news for us. Our dog Baby Girl had broken water or something like that. She was under the house seeming to be readying herself for birth. We made her a big box, lined it with blankets and tried getting her to go inside, but she found her own spots. I called the vet to let him know she had been leaking fluid, and its color didn’t seem quite right, it was tinted green, some of it really dark. 2 vets told me not to worry, that maybe a pup, or all were lost but she should be okay. Neither vet could see her the same day, but both said to call in the morning they could do a C-Section and get out the puppies alive or not.
    She was under the house when I went to take a nap after traveling for 19 hours with little sleep, I set my alarm on hour intervals to check on her, but the next time I checked she wasn’t under the house, she was in the bushes – a favorite spot of hers. The next hour when I checked she was nowhere to be found, another 2 hours later she appeared on the verandah, she was breathing heavy but I thought it was labor- She was leaking more, darker fluid and wouldn’t let me check her, I knew something wasn’t right but I couldn’t position her to try to insert a finger, and she hadn’t seemed dialated at all the last time I had checked. My inexperience and total shock left me, and our girl helpless. She leaked more dark green, thick fluid, let out a few yelps that I hadn’t heard before, and she went limp. I ran to call the vet again to get my husband, to find her ‘real’ owner. But none of those things would bring her back. I screamed and fell to the floor, hysterical. This was 4 days ago.

    The next day I wept while I scrubbed up the mess of fluids all over our verandah, piling up stained furniture & pillows to burn, while my husband and our friends dug a hole and buried her in our garden.

    I feel guilty for the selfish decision to let her get pregnant instead of fixing her when we had the chance, because we wanted a puppy of our own (we lost our 14 year old cat Dexter in June of this year – it was almost equally as tragic and I am still mourning his loss) that we could raise with our cat, and live indoors with us.

    I feel guilty because I was paralyzed with fear, I didn’t jump into action to manually deliver babies like I thought I would have.

    I feel guilty for living on an island with only 1 real vet who -though he does his best and makes house calls, lives / works over an hour away and has to attend to most of the island.

    She was such a wonderful dog, everyone loved. She had so many nicknames ‘tu petite’ ‘squeeler’ ‘wiggle butt’ as all the best dogs do. We are grateful for the year of companionship, unconditional love, ridiculousness and cuteness. Now that she is gone, we’ve lost our other dog too. He doesn’t want to come around the house anymore because this is where he spent the most time with her, it’s where he saw her alive last, its where he smelled her dead body. He was around the day after, and we fed him and gave him a treat, but have only seen him at the beach over the past few days. We are assuming he’s started staying by his original owner now that they are back on island and Baby Girl is no longer with us.

    My husband says he was worried when we moved here if I would be able to handle the rawness of this island, the fact that the circle of life is boldly in our face, that death is the part of that cycle that will be the most obvious. In this last year we (along with our cats) survived Category 5 hurricane Maria, the loss of our hurricane dog Stinky, and our world traveling cat Dexter, and now Baby Girl, we’ve been through a lot. We don’t have as many barriers between nature and ourselves, so we must fend for ourselves, make due with what we have, and accept that nature makes its own rules, but that doesn’t mean I can’t for now think nature is a cruel b**ch.

  • Donna

    Thank you, Ana, for taking the time to write. I’m sorry for your loss. And it is good to know that others regret acrions they took or didn’t take for their pets. We all make bad decisions sometimes; we all sometimes think we can delay taking an action and things will work themselves out. Usually the consequences of the mistakes are small. Sometimes though, the cost is enormous. I’m learning from this site and others that all I can do is grieve the loss, let time pass and, somehow, learn to forgive myself. I just want to be at a place sometime in the future when I can remember Dickens and smile, and not be bombarded by thoughts of his last week. I wish you the best.

  • Ana

    I begin this text by saying that I feel comforted to know that I am not the only one to delay the death of a pet and to feel guilty about it. My 14-year-old Luna died on July 13, 2018. She was diagnosed with liver cancer. After losing his appetite and vomiting and having diarrhea sporadically, a night came when she did not stop vomiting and did not get up. The next morning I chose to put her to sleep in peace and without pain. I feel guilty about a decision I made during the night. As every time she drank water she vomited, I chose to squeeze the water in the hope that she would stop vomiting and get some rest. Unfortunately today I know that was a terrible decision because liver diseases give much thirst and possibly my girl died with much thirst. I cannot forgive the fact that I was so ignorant and cruel. I want time to come back to change my attitude and give she water even if she continued to vomit. I feel that much time has passed and each time I feel more sad and distressed. It comforted me to read your words and to know that there are more people feeling like me for a variety of reasons. I hope we can all get through this phase.

  • Sarah Laughter

    Don’t be too hard on yourself. Your intention wasn’t to harm your dog. I’m so sorry. I’m reakizing after hearing everyone’s story, that there is no good way to let go of our beloved pets. We will always wonder if we could have done more and second guess all of our actions. The truth is…. we loved them so much that we carry this grief. I still cry every single day. I hope you don’t hate yourself forever.

  • helen galland

    i feel your pain cos im in the same boat and knew vet care might not be easy to come by when i moved to a small island with my pets. i had a bottle lamb last year, i found her limping and took her in and treated foot for absess. Turned out to be gangrene (the kind that causes no pain as nerves are damaged) and her foot fell off. I was desperate the vet save her. watching Supervet you believe it is always possible- amputate, a prothetic leg- i was prepared. but no we would have to find a vet on mainland to do it and that would be at least 8 hours on boats as the plane wont take sheep. with other pets and being alone the logistics were impossible. sadly i accepted my neighbour would put her down. i too feel like i took the easy option. fact is none of us are perfect and we are all affected by circumstances that affect our decisions on a daily basis. you did right by your dog – she is not suffering. my lamb would have needed surgery throughout her life if a prosthetic were fitted- not in her best interests. dogs with wheels need 24 hour care as they can not stay in the contraption all the time, it wouldnt have been a quick fix either. we had our pets welfare at heart, and on that basis neither of us failed our pets when they needed us most. its been a year for me, so dont expect to feel ok with all this in a short time, but you will.

  • Donna

    I’m sorry for the loss of your pets. It seems each case was a tragic accident. You are not to blame. I, on the other hand, know I am to blame. My 14 year old Cavalier suffered from diabetes and seizures, but he hung in there. Several days ago he had a seizure and soiled himself. I took him upstairs for a bath. As I went to get a towel, he inhaled some water. Mistake #1. I pulled him out and held him for awhile. He is usually pretty lethargic after seizures, so I didn’t think much of it. Over the next two days, he perked up a bit, but slept a lot and his chest sounded wheezy. I thought of taking him to the vet, but things were crazy and I was preparing for a trip across the country, I told myself that he would be ok. Mistake #2. I left him in the care of a friend. This morning I got a text that he died. So – it was my fault and mine alone that he got sick. It was also my fault and mine alone that he didn’t get the treatment that would have probably saved his life. How do I live with this? It’s not only the guilt of being responsible for his death, but worse, I wasn’t there for him. I let him down the when he needed me the most. I wasn’t there to care for him or comfort him. The last thing he knew of me was that I had abandoned him. I hate myself.

  • Mike

    Yesterday was in all honesty the worst day of my life, so far. Our 4 year old Miniature Dachshund woke up in the morning and was unable to walk. I took her to the vets, and they told us she was completely paralyzed in her back legs. We live on a small island, with no specialist vets here able to do the surgery required. So we were left with the following options : we had the option to pay for a charter flight and surgery on the mainland UK, costs which could have risen to as much as £10,000 (money we sadly do not have), and would also have required her to be nursed and allowed time to recover on the UK mainland, meaning time off work (we also have 2 young children). The other options were to allow here to live as a ‘disabled dog’ (things like wheels), or have her put to sleep. My wife and I both agreed, that we did not want a dog on wheels, as we don’t believe that’s how dogs should live, and we literally did not have the money to pay for the surgery and time off Island. Heartbreakingly we felt that putting her to sleep was the only real option. We bought her home for one last cuddle on the sofa, with us and our children, before taking her back in to the vets. I was with her till her last moment, and was relieved to see her so peaceful at the end.

    She was so loved by all of us, and was truly part of the family. I’m now riddled with guilt, and feel sick to the pit of my stomach. Could/should we have done more to try and help or find that money? I’m also now reflecting on her life, and wish we had done more to stop this form happening in the first place. She was not fat, but not as slim as we should have kept her. She would sit under our youngest sons high chair, and clean up the scraps. She loved playing with our boys, but maybe they were all too rough and tumble together? Maybe we should have bought a lower sofa, so she didn’t have to jump up and down from such a height.

    She meant so much to us, and was so loved. I feel like there is such a hole in our lives. I keep having these waves of intense sadness and guilt, like I have failed her.

  • Hunter

    Yesterday, my dog was hit by a car.

    For the past few weeks she was staying at my in-laws while we moved. I had made plans to come see her this Sunday. Unfortunately, she ran into the street and was struck by a car.

    The guilt and pain is overwhelming. I keep wondering what I could have done differently. I should have seen her sooner. I should have asked more questions about where she was being kept. I should have protected her.

    She meant so so much to me. She loved me unconditionally during the hardest years of my life, when I felt utterly unloveable. She was more than a friend to me. And I failed to protect her. I don’t know how to stop crying. This is tearing me up.

  • Kate

    I accidentally ran over my 12 year old cocker spaniel yesterday. My two daughters were home while I drove to pick up my son from the school bus stop.
    It is close enough he could walk, but there is a busy street I don’t want him crossing, so I left the girls with a TV show and snacks while I quickly picked him up. I think while I was gone, one of the girls opened the door to the garage to see if I had left or if I was back yet. I think the dog ran past and went out into the garage and was shut in there. I opened the garage door to pull in and I think she ran out. I never saw her. I didn’t know she was in there. I assumed she was in the house with the girls. I felt a bump and wondered if someone had left a toy or something on the driveway that I hadn’t seen. I got out of the car and started screaming and crying. There was my dog laying there. Her tongue was hanging out, her stomach looked crushed. Four neighbors came running when they heard me screaming. One of the neighbors told me to hurry and call the vet. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t do anything besides scream and cry. The neighbor kept yelling at me to call someone or do something. I knew she couldn’t survive being run over. She was old. She wasn’t moving. I didn’t want to pick her up and hurt her more. I didn’t know who to call. I couldn’t think of our vet’s name or phone number. I knew there wasn’t a “911” for dogs. My son was in the car crying because he was scared and didn’t know what was going on. I called my husband at work, hysterically crying. The neighbor stopped yelling at me and told me my baby had passed. All the neighbors helped pick her up and wrap her in her blanket. They cleaned the little bit of blood off the driveway for me. One neighbor went into the house to sit with the children. My husband rushed home and was crying as he ran in the door. I took him to our dog’s body and he just lost it.

    I feel so responsible, but at the same time, I can’t think of anything I could have done to avoid it. I didn’t know she was there. I wasn’t expecting her to be in the garage. I didn’t see anything. I wasn’t going fast. I keep reliving the bump. The moment I got out of the car and saw her. Seeing her tongue, her eyes, seeing her crushed stomach, seeing the blood, the feeling of paralysis and helplessness as I tried to get my brain to think or my body to do something. It’s bad enough losing my sweet little dog, but having those last moments seared into my brain makes it so much worst. It feels like the scene is on replay in my mind. I feel sick I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye or hold her one last time. I am devastated that after all those years of loving her, doing everything I could to make her happy, and taking care of her; the person she trusted most in the world was the one who killed her. I loved this dog so much. She was my baby before my babies. She was the sweetest little girl. She never growled at anyone ever or bit anyone ever. She quietly and sweetly put up with each of my babies grabbing her, chasing her, laying on her. No matter how rough they were, she never snapped at them. She would see someone and her whole body would wiggle out of control. Every neighbor or vet or groomer who met her always said what a sweet girl she was. She would sit by my feet when I was rocking or nursing my babies and wouldn’t let the other dog come near the babies (that dog died of cancer 4 years ago). I’m sick that I caused this heartache and pain for my family, especially my husband. I feel so responsible for his grief. Seeing his red, puffy eyes and hearing him cry the rest of the evening and night was crushing. His birthday is today, and now every year on his birthday he will think about our sweet dog dying. I can see some silver linings; she never got really sick (like our dog who died of cancer), she was starting to get arthritis and cataracts (her quality of life was slowly declining), she passed quickly, she had a good life filled with love. I just wish I wasn’t the one driving, that I wasn’t the one to see everything. I hate feeling like I betrayed her love and trust by killing her, that although she died fast, I hate knowing those last moments where excruciating. I know accidents happen, I know it isn’t my fault, anyone could have run over her, I know there was nothing I could have done to stop it or prevent it, but this added guilt makes losing my dog so much worst.

  • ICA

    Today our dog got run over by a car. My youngest son saw it happen. He went to wave hi to the kids on his bus and our dog ran out the front door. He ran to a major street and was run over. My son is overcome with guilt. He thinks it is his fault since he is the one who opened the door. His older brother was devastated as well as myself but before I told his older brother what happened, I asked him to try and be kind to his younger brother as he felt bad enough as it was. I am worried sick about how my kids are going to deal with this. I am especially worried about my younger son. Please pray for healing and peace in both of their hearts. This is extremely difficult to process.


    I have read a lot of these stories but none of those pets have died the way my baby died. I went to a party last Saturday night and returned next day to find she had strangled herself to death. She was an 8 year old Yorkie who was the friendliest most lovable wee dog I’ve ever known, no matter who you were the minute you sat down she was on your knee. She had managed to put her head through a piece of trim on a throw. It was on folded on the sofa waiting to be stitched and somehow she manage to get it around her neck. She would have got her whole body through it. I found her dead on the floor with the trim wrapped around her neck so many times. I just can’t understand it. She must have done this shortly after I went out because her little body had started to soften up again. I took her to the pet crematorium on Monday morning and had her remains back on Wednesday. I just cannot get my head around this freak accident. I can’t eat or sleep just cry all the time. I have her two babies who are now 4 but I still feel her missing. I feel empty and lost. I’ve told myself I’m glad I kept her girls because she will live on through them but it’s not helping me. I keep seeing her lying on the floor in her body fluid ECT, then I start to remember things that she would have done over the years. That tiny little dog being gone has left me so broken hearted and never in my life have I felt grief like this. I just hope that she did not suffer. I held her for a lot of hours wrapped up in her blanket just telling her I was sorry I wasn’t there to help her. I didn’t even want to go to the party but it was my god daughters 21st and I felt I had to be there. I hardly ever leave the house due to illness. She was with me 24/7 since the day I got her. How I wish I could rewind the clock for a week. I hope no one ever has to experience this type of death with their pets. May my hairy baby rest in peace.

  • Nasir hamad

    Thank u dear Helen For ur positive response. ..believe I am still heart broken about what happens before some days …..I am so so unlucky that I born in such place where no one care animals …..One day I will make my own animal care centre ….I Will run for charities every where ……..That’s in my head from many years …I just waiting for that day when I will be ready to do it …..I want to spare my whole life to these innocents ….they deserve love that need it badly in our area …..When I saw people shouting on animales ….Throwing stone to them belive I always argue and sometime I fight I am so proud that I have heart which care for animals the most …..I can never ever forget my dog ……..all I can do is to help more animals …and I will ….for my own sake becouse It gives me happiness …when I see them safe and happy ……

  • helen galland

    nasir i am sorry for your loss of your dog. i am sad for you that you live in an area that does not love animals as much as you do. believe me you are not alone- i live in the countryside in the UK and all around me are farmers who do not care- they allow their sheep to die of starvation, they deliberately run over rabbits on the road. i am vegetarian and can not understand humans who kill or allow animals to die- but i am afraid that is the world we live in. all we can do is our best and try to be the good animal guardians we wish everyone would be- maybe there are animal charities who need volunteers in your local area or nearby? they need people just like you to help them in their work helping animals. It is depressing that we live in a world where many humans hate animals but we dont have to be like them. best wishes.

  • Nasir hamad

    Hello dear my name is Nasir hamad I am from my Pakistan ….I am Writing this with teard eyes …..Firstly I want to say sorry to my dog maxi becouse his death is upon me he just died before 4 days ……He was just 4 months when my dad brough him for me becouse I am a dog lover since my childhood I am now 23 years old …I think I loved him more than anything in this world I did care for him I protected him becouse he was very fearful …..people always treated him becouse of me ….they never shout at him in front of me ….Actually i didn’t know the exact way of training a dog ….I did all I know to teach him the way of not becoming an annoying dog….But he always acted opposite he always did bad things ….he even eated my nephew pampers …my family hated him becouse he was making the house dirty always ….but I wasn’t ready to give him away unfortunately I belong to very bad place where there is not animal care centre not only a good doctor …people don’t treat dogs with love here most of people hate dogs here but I loved him I never care about stupid people ….so my dog he always did wrong things I tried different ways to stop him from doing from doing dirty things but he was out of his mind he was not a good breed but I never cared ….my family wanted me to take him away but i didn’t want to …but when the force me alot I give him to my Frnd but he ran back home the next day ….one day my dad warned me that he will poison if ur not going taking him way becouse he was unbearable. …so I just told my that do what u want but I am not gonna takes him away and one day my dad poisons him when I was outside and when I came back he was taking his last breaths and I started screaming I hate my dad for this ….I am really really really heart broken I want some one to punish me …..I won’t be happy again this guilt is gonna kill me ….my inside is burning and I can’t Even tell some one becouse that will laugh at me …I belong to a very cruel society where animals are treating badly ….Some time I think of poison myself so I will also go through that pain he already went through …..I am sorry dear ones I failed him I am a dog killer …..I am the crual one I am the coward

  • Cheri

    It says a lot about you that you even thought to look on here, read other people’s stories and step back to look at your actions. I only wish I had that insight before my dog was gone.

    I personally don’t agree with that method of training but you probably know it’s very commonly practiced and recommended by certain trainers to dog owners. You thought you were doing the right thing and best thing for your dog. I hope you can see that someday. It’s wonderful you learned all of this when something can still be done.

    I wish your dog a long life and speedy recovery. You sound like a great dog owner and wonderful human.

  • Simon

    First up, I have to start by saying that my dog – and best friend – hasn’t passed away. However, I I hope it’s ok to post here that I am fighting the inner demons telling me that the condition he has been diagnosed with is ALL my doing. He is a beautiful, intelligent, energetic, vibrant 12 year old border collie who has NEVER let me down. All he has ever asked for in return for his loyalty and unconditional love has been for me to protect him and keep him safe. He started breathing heavily a few weeks ago and after lots of tests he was diagnosed with a condition called Larnygeal Paralysis. His throat can’t open and close on its own due to muscle damage around his larynx. It seems that one common non-congenital cause of this is owners jerking the lead to train a dog not to pull. I am terrified that I have hurt him and caused this with heavy-handed use of his collar during his life. He now faces a serious operation and months of post-op care, and serious risk of infections and I am CONVINCED it is all because of me. I love him so much, he means everything to me and I cannot look at him without feeling a crushing sense that I have let him down in a way he would never have let me down. Reading these stories has made me cry like a baby but more than that it has helped me realise that there are pet owners like me all over the world who love their treasured companions more than anything in the world and who have to come to terms with wishing they could go back and do things differently. Got to be strong now, try to put the past in a box and make sure he gets the best treatment and care that he can.

  • Sarah d


    We are feeling the same guilt. We rescued our Doberman a couple of years ago and as of lately, the signs have been there that he was nearing his time. We truly thought we had at least a few more months if not a year with him though. He fell unconscious at the groomers in the bathtub and was rushed to the vet. The vet told us he had heart disease that we didn’t know about which led to heart failure and we could either get him on an aggressive medication treatment or put him to rest and being that he was 9-10 years old and there was no promise the medicine would even help for more than a few days/weeks/months, we chose to put him to sleep. I’m carrying so much guilt that maybe we should have spent the money on the medicine and just tried. We didn’t need to rush to an answer. After spending about 30 mins petting and loving him at the vet, we had them give him the drug to put him to sleep while we pet him. I’m regtetting it so much. I wish we would have waited and at least tried.

    You are not alone. Sending you virtual hugs xoxo


  • Heather

    Our beloved boy left us last week. Mac was 13 and suffered from a number of ailments. Even so, he was always happy, his tail always wagging and even loved going to the vets so he could be fussed by his friends there. He loved to be with us. Just lying there quietly.

    Very suddenly last week we found him collapsed. He couldn’t move to stand up. We rushed him to the emergency vets. He was whisked away so quickly but I did hold him in my arms briefly. We left him for overnight care. In the morning, I took the call. Mac had had a comfortable night but a scan showed his heart was really struggling and had been for a while. There was fluid in his tummy. More investigation could have been done but I took the decision to let him go then. He’d suffered through life. It was his time to sleep. Pain free.

    I don’t feel guilty about my decision. What I can’t forgive myself for is not being there when he went to sleep. I did it because I felt the trauma of seeing life fade from him would be too much for me. I didn’t give anyone else the opportunity to be there for him either. Our little bit who lov ed to be with us was alone.

    I’m sorry Mac. I love you with all my heart and miss you so badly. I pray you can forgive me x

  • Elke

    I know exactly how you feel. Your boy knew you loved him. Please don’t blame yourself. You gave that pup a wonderful life and I hope, in time, you’ll be able to come to terms and cope with your pain. I am so very sorry for your loss. May your boy test in peace.

  • Elke

    I am so very sorry for your loss. I know how painful this is for you. I just lost my 14-year old buddy because I was careless. Please don’t blame yourself or your boyfriend‘s parents. Your boy‘s death is nobody’s fault. It was a horrible accident. May your sweet boy rest in peace.

  • sandra glatzer

    Hi Eileen the same thing happened to me. If you still come on this site could you please tell me more about your situation. I didn’t understand congestive heart failure and chose to put my baby to sleep when he was first diagnosed and then when I got home I researched and found so many dogs can live for some time with meds. so deeply heart broken.Can’t even function because of guilt and regret and it has been 3 months

  • Madel & Francis

    Our baby boy Ronnie. He was a chihuhua/pom mix we believe. We had just adopted him from a shelter 3 weeks ago, and he was only 1 year and 8 months old. We had just decided his birthday to be January 13 since we got him on Sep 13. We wanted to dress him up on halloween and take pics with Santa.

    For the first two weeks we just had him at our apartment, we made sure that he wasn’t alone for too long since my bf only worked part time so he was able to come in and check up on him. On the 3rd week my bf had gotten news that they needed him full time just for the next couple of weeks, so we decided to stay at my bf’s parents house (closer to our work which would originally be an hour commute back and forth). We were even considering moving out of the apartment early as we felt that it was a better environment for him — it had a big backyard for him to run around in, and 2 other dogs to play with, and a bigger street to walk around so there weren’t so many other people and dogs always around as he was leash reactive and people sometimes made him feel nervous. We just wanted to give him the best life.

    After the first week, my boyfriend saw that he was only gonna have to commute twice the next week, so we were gearing up to go back to the apartment and looking into doggy daycares and walkers in the area. It was Friday, October 5th on the very last day we were gonna stay there. I remember I was making plans with my cousins to have my dog meet their dogs because my family hadn’t even met him yet. We were gonna pick him up right after work and take him to play with the other dogs because he loved playing with other dogs and had yet to find a compatible playmate.

    10 mins before I could get off work to get him I get a phone call from my bf’s mom saying there had been an accident. He was in the backyard for a bit while my bf’s dad was cleaning the bathroom, when they went to check up on him they found him hanging by his collar on the door knob to the garage. Apparently he was jumping up at the door and it got caught on his way down. He was just such an excited little bugger. I don’t know why he went around the side when there was nothing there, I don’t know why he was jumping when he never does that unless he was super excited about something. He had to be at the exact right angle for it to have gotten caught. And all I could think about was our obedience class last week when they told us not to keep the martingale collars on unless he was going on a walk and I thought to myself that he’s had his on for two weeks with no accidents and I always always kept a vigilant watch on him whenever we were home like I never ever let him out of my sight. And I kept thinking about the first day when I got him buckle collars and the shelter people told me to keep the martingale collar he had on and how I wish that I just kept the collar that I got him. He had a martingale collar on, and I remember the first day I got him I bought him these other buckle collars and the shelter told me to keep the martingale collar he had on so it couldn’t slip off and I just wish that I had just taken it off and kept the ones I bought. And I think about all of the decisions that had happened — the shelter people leaving the collar on, me leaving the collar on, our roommates who kept complaining about his barking that gave us the idea to take him somewhere else where other people could take care of him, my bf’s parents for not being as vigilant with him, for me not coming home early like I felt that I wanted to — and it was just so avoidable and I feel so broken.

    We had just wanted to give him the best life ever. My bf was insistent on getting a shelter dog because he wanted to give them a great life. He was finally sitting without command, and we were in the process of teaching him roll over. He was such a good obedient boy.

    On the way to the house after we got the call I just felt numb all over. I went outside of the office and just fell to the floor and was screaming for him. And when we got to the house I saw that the patio door was open, and normally he was always so SO excited whenever we got home from work he would be jumping at that patio door. Just the day before he would run around us in circles his tail wagging cuz he was just so excited. So seeing that door open and he wasn’t running towards us, my heart just sank to the floor. My boyfriend went to the patio and today all I could remember is his screaming, and how they came in to the house holding his lifeless body. They put his blanket around him and we just held him screaming and crying for our baby. Our baby boy is dead. And I just imagine him on that door knob struggling, and peeing himself and panicking and looking for us. And he died alone. He had died 30mins-1hour before we got home. If we had just gone home early enough, if we had just called in to check in on him early enough.

    It is the day after now and it’s really hard. We’re used to waking up the morning and the first thing I did was walk him. He had this thing he would do in the morning where he would notice our movements in the bed and slowly begin to get up himself but he knew that sometimes we would just get up to pee so he wouldn’t sit up until we were actually walking towards his cage. He would squint at us until we opened his crate and put his little paws on the door stretching himself out and sit excitedly before you opened the crate and wait until you gave the go signal that he could get out. The first thing he would do is snuggle up to you and lick your hand and face before he would turn into his crazy energetic self. My boyfriend and I were really planning our future with Ronnie, we wanted to take him on hikes, meet other dogs, and to finally have him come with us to Petco. I had watch endless training videos and bought two training books, and we still have 4 more obedience classes to attend in the following months. We had just gone to the vet 2 days ago for his first exam, and had called the vet this morning as they informed us of his clean bill of health. “Great heart, clear lungs” they said. I’m still waiting on the response from the girl in the shelter who raised him asking for tips on how to having him get along with other dogs and stop barking so much. I just don’t have the heart to tell them. I just miss his smiley face. He was always so smiley and hyper and all he wanted to do was chew his bully sticks. And whenever we played fetch and he would sit up straight with his tongue to the side waiting for you to throw it. So full of happiness and excitement and life.

    Rest in Paradise little buddy, we hope we gave you the best time of your life you little goober.
    Until next time Ronnie, we love you so so much and we miss you so so much and know that even though you could be soo annoying sometimes that we loved you and love how you smell like pee and barked at weird noises outside and was terrified of garages. I wish I could take one more walk with you.

  • Courtney

    I too have guilt for not being able to give more love and affection to my 18 year old cat raliegh after I had children. I just had no patience or energy to spare. He gave his all to me during some of the worst times in my life. And I couldn’t pull it together the past few years to be a better mommy to him. I accidently took his life yesterday when backing up my car. I didn’t even know he was under there. He had always moved when the car started. It’s been an awful 24 hours. I will never forgive myself. I miss him dearly.

  • Courtney

    Yesterday I had planned a special outing with my two boys to pick apples because I am 37 weeks pregnant and wanted to share something special before our third baby arrived. The boys went out first and got in the car. Looking back I can’t remember if I thought the cat was in or out. He is an indoor outdoor cat. I went out buckled the boys in and got in and started the car. I looked back at the boys and said, who is ready to pick apples! They both excitedly said us. I put the car in reverse and felt it and heard it. I looked forward and my poor amazing cat was flipping over and over in agony. I screamed and ran out of the car. I scooped him up and ran back to the car. I was hysterical on the inside trying to not cry and sound scared for the boys. I said we have to get raliegh to the hospital. My oldest started crying. I tried to be more calm and repeat he is fine we just have to get him there. Meanwhile, raliegh is bleeding all over me. I looked down for an instant and had to look away. I felt the pain release from him and I was holding out hope that it was because he was comforted by me and not that his life had slipped away. I pulled up to the vet and ran in. They were amazing. They took him, tried to call me, and went and took care of my kids. Raliegh is gone, and it’s because of me. All he ever wanted was to be loved and around me. I can’t remember the times I gave him all I had, I know I did, but these last few years I was drained with love at the end of the day with life and kids. I can only remember the times he wanted me and I couldn’t take the time, or if I yelled at him for peeing on the carpet again. I know he has a great 18 years but I can’t feel that at the moment. I would give anything to hear his meow and see him running to me. I would take all the peeing on carpets in the world just to have him back. I just hope he didn’t feel the pain. I don’t know how to move forward right now. I just want him back.

  • Nikki

    I had 2 Yorkies and 2 baby kittens. The kittens are 6 weeks old. This morning I have fed my two yorkies Pork chops before with no problem so I didn’t think anything of it. I gave my yorkies each one pork chop and went to my bedroom with the door closed so I could feed my kittens since the dogs tend to not give them personal space. I didn’t think anything would happen since I did this all the time. This wasn’t the first time I left the dogs in the living room while I fed the kittens else where. After the kittens ate I thought I heard a knock and when I opened the door one of the yorkies had died from choking. Usually she chewed her food but this time for some reason she decided to try to eat it whole. Being the fact I’m 33 weeks pregnant I am terrified if this is a sign telling me I’ll be a terrible mom. I’m terrified I will fail because I couldn’t even keep my little fur baby alive.

  • Robert

    We lost our jack russel on sept 1 2018. We were traveling on labor day weekend on the new york state thruway about 138 miles from home.we stopped at a rest area to let the dogs out.I also have a lab. I WAS PUTTING BOTH DOGS BACK IN THE CAR and i dont know why I took off their leaches. My jack russell jack ran out of the car so fast toward the highway but it was too late he got killed instantly. So many people comforted me there wae even a vet there. A guy ran out onto the highway and got my jack. A state trooper told me there was a vet at the next exit and he would meet us there.we decided to have jack creamated so when we got there the vet told us the state trooper and 3 others had paid for everything.It is nice to know there are still very nice people today and I met many that day.

  • Diane

    Roxanne, I am so sorry for your loss. My Zoe was a rat terrier. If you have facebook, join the group For The Love of Rat Terriers. Many in the group have recently lost their ratties, and it’s a very supportive group…plus there are tons of cute pictures of rat terriers, which helped my grief. God bless you.

  • Diane

    Sungazelle, this is beautiful, I had to thank you. My story about how my dad and I watched my Zoe get killed by a car is below in May 2017. We both shared the guilt and blamed ourselves. It was the darkest time I’ve ever been through, I’m pretty sure I heard the devil’s voice repeating “puppy killer” in my subconscious. I thoroughly despised myself. Eventually I came to the same conclusion you did, that we’re not gods and all we can do is the best we can with the knowledge we have at the time. I always felt Zoe saved my life and pulled me out of depression. Later I learned her name meant “eternal life” and I realized she taught me a lot of things about life that I could carry with me, and in her death she taught me to forgive myself. I hadn’t thought of it in terms of doctors, but your analogy has helped me even more.
    4 months after Zoe died, I got Lucy (meaning “light”), both for my heart to heal, and for my dad to see I was going to be ok so he could start to heal.
    4 months after getting Lucy, my dad was suddenly killed in an accident. I lost my hero, my role model.
    But Zoe’s death taught me how to grieve and I was able to handle my dad’s death with more grace and see the bigger picture. I’m more grateful for the time I get to spend with my loved ones, that’s all that really matters in the end. To be there for each other and to love and forgive, knowing that nobody is perfect. Love is exchanging a piece of your heart and learning from each other. You always keep their piece in your heart and this slowly makes us better people. As you said, keep giving. That’s enough.

  • Roxanne

    Also Monica on this page at the top are 16 things to help with the grieving process. It involves a lot of writing. If I had not done all of those suggestions it’s questionable if I’d be here today as I did not want to live either after my 19 year old baby died because I over medicated her. The writing is the best thing you can do to ease the guilt and the crying will eventually stop or slow down. Time will ease you into one step at a time one foot in front of the other little by little and the hysterics will ease up after about 6 weeks. I’m learning to live with the hole in my heart. I know I will see her again. I have already had a very clear dream about her vividly seeing her walk thru the gates of heaven being escorted by a shiny black gorilla 🦍 (who I believe to have been KoKo the 47 yr old gorilla who learned sign language and loved kitty cats) Pray for God to help you…..he will

  • Tom Thurmond

    My Golden Retriever Sam took a tumble while retrieving a ball on Tuesday and by that afternoon, something was wrong and he didn’t eat. He seemed to be in low gear, and I thought maybe he had a bad stomach because I had given him a new kind of treat. The next day, he seemed still bothered but no fever or other signs of trouble. He was drinking water and going to the bathroom, but he just seemed in low gear. I decided if he didn’t improve or eat on Wednesday, I would take him to the Vet on Thursday morning. He woke me up at 3:55am Thursday morning with his heavy breathing and looked in dire distress. I got dressed in a rush and picked him up to take him to the emergency room, but he died in my arms while I ran down the hall. He was almost 8 and was my whole life. I feel like I let him down and feel guilty for not taking him to the Vet on Wednesday. I just didn’t know. I don’t know how to process my guilt and I am heart broken about losing him. I read many of the comments from this website and I am sorry for all of you who have lost a dog that was truly a family member.

  • Sungazelle

    I am so sorry, Rosa. You are not the only one who has made this mistake. It has been 4 months since me sweet Daisy died in the back of my car. I have since lost my mother, and even that did not hurt as bad. It did not have the guilt attached to it.
    Since then what I have come to understand is the love we have was not erased by one tragic mistake. It is hard. I still cry. I think about Doctors. They dedicate their entire lives to helping people. And sometimes, they make mistakes. And patients die. And they have to live with that. And then they have to cope with it and treat other patients. They have to learn how to forgive themselves and remeber their intentions. To learn from their mistakes, and keep going.
    My husband wants us to get another dog. He says he has all this love to give, and no one to give it to. He is right, of course. Like the doctors, we have to move on, and love the best we can. Even in spite of our mistakes.
    We are not gods. We are not perfect. We make mistakes all the time. And sometimes events add up that have trafic outcomes. And this, too, is a part of life. The best we can do is keep loving, others as well as ourselves. Keep giving. That is the best we can do. And in the grand scheme of things, it is enough.

  • Tessa

    We lost our beloved Jack Russel, Milo on 26September 2018. He was one of a kind with the kindest temperament. He used to be my cuddle buddy. On the day he died, I accidentally left the almost empty pet food bag outside. While I was at work, he stuck his head into the bag and could not get it off again. He fell into the pool and drowned with the bag around his head. I’m heart broken, can’t stop crying and the guilt is just too much.

  • Sarah Laughter

    My sweet chihuahua named Chester died on Wednesday Sept 26th. He had turned 17 on Sept. 2nd. I was so proud of how healthy he was for his age and although some of his hearing was gone and his hips didn’t work like they used to, he was still in good shape. I always wanted him to live out his last years with dignity and love. I left that morning to take the kids to school and then go to work. When my kids got home from school, they went to feed him and he was floating in the pool. 💔. I am distraught that they found him that way. We had taught him how to swim to the step to get out and it has saved his life many times. He is smart. He hated the water but we always made sure he knew how to get out. My husband begged me not to look at the cameras, but I needed to know what happened. He had fallen in the pool right after I left the house at 7:45 am and he was a good boy and swam to the step. He sat there waiting for 4 1/2 hours!!!!!! His hips weren’t strong enough to fully jump out on his own anymore. I’m devastated that I wasn’t there to get him out. He waited so patiently for me to come and rescue him. It was too long. By 12ish, he decided to try another side of the pool and he didn’t make it. He was tired and must have swallowed water along the way. I saw him kick his legs for the last time on the video and the grief and guilt is overwhelming. If I had come home first before going to work, I would have been able to get him out. If I had made a ramp for him… so many woulda coulda feelings. He loved being outside. He loved the warmth of the sun. If I knew then what I know now, I would change that day 100 times over. I had plans for him. I feel like he was robbed of several more years. I feel robbed of enjoying them. I had just finished renovating a camper, and looked forward to taking him on adventures in his elderly years. He was going to live to his 20’s and get in the Guinness book of world records for oldest dog. He was still so full of life and so much love to give. When I think of him sitting there on that step waiting for me… I just can’t breathe. I can’t eat. I don’t want to drink water because then I will cry even more. It’s like being dehydrated is my coping mechanism at the moment. I’m so heartbroken. My 12 year old son had a very special bond with the dog and seeing how hurt he is, is incredibly painful. We are all just devastated. I pray to learn to forgive myself. I pray he is at peace. I pray he knows he is loved. I pray he forgives me. I pray I could take this pain away

  • Liana Harris

    Hello guys, I’m glad I found this page. I have nobody to really talk to as to clearly see pets the way I do. I am so heart broken, at times I feel like my life is over but then I look and there’s my kids. My baby Shih Tzu Pretty of 1 year and 10 months passed away Monday September 24, 2018 which is 2 days ago. My baby was pregnant and I know I shouldn’t have allowed it but I did 💔 I was however very happy for her and I was so ready everyday of her last days of pregnancy, I was going to sleep super late to watch her Even waking up just to see if she was doing ok etc. but out of everyday that I been so caring and looking out for her, her labor began the day I went to my mothers house. I wasn’t home, I left her by herself! She delivered 2 puppies and with the 3rd I believe it was stuck and she tried and tried until she died. I’m sure she was screaming in pain looking for me but I was nowhere to be found!! I got home and she was gone I picked her up and she was stiff, I held her close to me and talked to her, me not believing this happened I was trying to wake her and nothing 🙁 Her 2 puppies are still alive, I am bottle feeding hoping to save them to keep them and have a part of my baby still with me. I can’t find peace, Everything I do, All I think about is her and I can’t stop blaming myself! She could’ve been alive feeding her puppies, or even without puppies living her happy life as she should. I feel horrible. I can’t cope with this! I hate myself for leaving her! I buried her in my backyard and planning on building a mini garden around her just to still feel that her presence is here! But it breaks me still, I have so many memories and videos of her! All I do is replay and I’m just hurting myself even more! I don’t know how or what to do anymore! This feeling of guilt and hate to myself is taking over me!

  • Eileen

    Oh Jackie I am so sorry for your loss. I lost my chihuahua 5 weeks ago and I am lost without him. I feel your pain. How we love them!EileE

  • Eileen

    Monica my heart hurts so bad for you! I lost my chihuahua 5 weeks ago and I just can’t get over the guilt of putting him to sleep ” too soon”… he had congestive heart failure, but if I could do that day over I would run out of the Vet office with him! I want a ” do over!” I want him back! I think I let him go too soon and that guilt is killing me! He was eating good even that morning and hanging out the car window on the way to the Vet. I think he thought he was just going for a car ride he lived and I never brought him home! I cry & cry.. we were always together! He slept with me… daily life without him is SO HARD! You have suffered such a trauma. Please know You didn’t mean for your precious baby to have this accident, and that is what it was. Your precious baby knew you loved her so much and never would let anything happen to her on purpose. I so want to take away your pain! You have been through so much!!!! Please feel my hug and know that you will be in my prayers to find some peace. Those of us who understand how fiercley we love our ” fur kids” feel your pain. You are not alone Monica! I will pray for peace for you in this difficult time❤️

  • Cheri

    Hi Monica… my heart is breaking for you. You are not only experiencing grief but you’ve experienced a very traumatic event. I lost my 17 year old dog in a traumatic way. Though she was 17, she was very healthy and I feel I caused her demise. I felt excruciating pain for 4 months… and I worried I would never be able to function again. It has now been 5 months. I am still sad, and many days I wish I could bring her back and do it over, but I’ve finally accepted that’s not possible. I am functioning again but it took a while. I just wanted to write to you to give you some hope. I know it doesn’t feel like it now but you will get through this. My baby was my best friend, love and companion for 17 years. I could never imagine life without her and here I am. Please be kind to yourself. Your baby knows you would never purposely hurt her. Feel all you need to feel… kick, scream, cry. Lean on your friends.. many will not understand but a few will. Lean on those that understand. Don’t try to rush your healing… grief goes at its own pace and grief with blame and regret is difficult. It’s good to come here and talk about your experience.. also try Rainbow Bridge… there are a lot of supportive people there. You will be in my thoughts. Hugs to you.

  • Jackie

    Turns out it was my neighbors who shot and killed her. My cat is also missing so they most likely got her too although we couldn’t find her body anywhere. Worse than coyotes is this.

  • Monica

    I lost my baby girl, Miss Daisy. My 8lb, 4 year old Morkie on the 14th of this month. I got her when she was only 5months old. The pain I feel constantly hurts and is so unbearable at times. We had just moved into a new place the beginning of July. And it had a balcony. It was the first place we had that wasn’t a flat. I was very nervous to let her out on the balcony because she was so little and I was afraid she would jump through the cracks and fall onto the driveway. If she was out there with me I would keep a close watch on her and make sure she was in my view away from the railing. My girl loved people, she would almost get over excited to see other people, especially children. She was such a friendly dog.
    On that Friday my new neighbor had asked me to come to the balcony to talk right after I got back from our daily after work walk. In my head I was telling myself Daisy can wait inside for me(she’s used to being in the house alone) but I had just got home from work and wanted to spend time with her as much as I could. So I brought her out on the balcony with me. she was fine at first but then noticed my neighbors kids calling her from the other balcony. I picked her up and put her on the patio furniture in front of me so that I could keep a better eye on her. I made a mistake. I should not have let her on the furniture. I should not have let her come outside with. She would have still been here. Daisy got really excited with seeing the kids that she jumped right over the railing to get to them and fell about 12ft to the concrete driveway. I screamed. ran downstairs to find my baby having a seizure. I thought everything was going to be ohkay until I saw all the blood starting to come from her ear. That is when i knew there was no saving her.
    I watched her fall to her death. I feel so sick. I took her straight to the animal hospital where she was definitely gone. after a little while she became stiff. all I wanted to do was cuddle her. all I can do is ask myself why. why did I let her out. why did I put her on the patio furniture why did this have to happen to me. I just didn’t want her to be alone. I wanted her to feel included.
    The first night was hard. she was my cuddle bug. always was content just laying on my lap and cuddling on my back when we went to sleep. I slept with her blanket wrapped around a heating pad and placed it in her spot just to get the feeling of her being there. I couldn’t sleep at all. I admitted myself into the hospital at 6am the following morning because I didn’t want to be alive. it has now been 11 days and my triggers are bad. I cant park in my driveway. I cant look over the edge of heights because all I picture is her little body falling.
    I feel like I cant forgive myself. She would still be alive if I had just stayed inside with her. She was taken from me too soon and I just want her back.
    I feel like if she would have died from illness or old age this would be so much easier to deal with. But i cannot get rid of these images

  • Monica

    Jessica, I am so sorry for you loss. I understand completely what you are going through. My 4 year old Morkie let me so young. She loves people and I just moved into a new place with a balcony and I was scared of bringing her out there because I didn’t want her to fall through the crack. one day my neighbor wanted to talk to me on the balcony and I went out there. I didn’t want my baby to be in the house alone. I wanted to include her and not make her feel lonely. I second guessed bringing her out on the balcony but I did anyway. She saw some kids and got super excited. She tried to get to the kids by jumping to the other balcony, missed and fell about 12 feet to my driveway, The way I feel is indescribable. The pain in my chest is constant and the images do not leave my head. If I would have just kept her inside the house everything would have been ohkay. But I didn’t want her to feel lonely so I brought her outside. It makes me sick to think about and I hope one day the images leave my mind. this all happened on 9/14/18. The next day I admitted myself into the hospital because I just didn’t want to be alive anymore. People always tell me it gets better with time but it is different when you have actually witnessed the death of your dog when it was not their time to go.
    I feel like if she had passed a different way(sickness,old age) it would have been easier to deal with. i understand where you are coming from completely. seeing your pet die infront of your eyes. and the feel of all the “what-ifs” it hurts so bad.

  • Valica

    My beloved Winston…
    We just had to put our yorkipoodle of 8 years to sleep on 9/23. And I can’t help but to think it’s all my fault. We had been going through financial trouble, my husband and I. But we always made sure to feed our dogs even though money was real tight. Winston began losing weight but was still very playful and ate and drank regularly. We took him to get boarded the beginning of the month and they said he was picky and only wanted their food….but never said he was really underweight. (It’s his regular vet) So when we were able to get on our feet a little more I was able to get him some more soft dog food types to try and add weight on him. He still ate here and there but it seemed like he was being picky and only wanted a certain kind. So I would switch it up to see if a new one would get his interest. Out of no where he took a turn for the worse and stopped eating. He became very lethargic so we took him to the emergency vet. They kept him overnight and he got better, not more that 24 hours later he took another turn for the worse. We took him to the Vet and he tried everything he could but said he doesn’t know what went wrong but he wasn’t getting any better after 4 days, even with a blood transfusion. He had no life in him and no fight in his eyes. I could see the pain he was going through so my husband and I said it was time to let him go as we don’t want to see him in any more pain. It was the worst pain I have felt. The vet says because he was so small that he didn’t have the ability to fight whatever it was. I honestly feel like if I had payed more attention to his weight he would have been able to fight it and would still be here today, but I was too late. I blame myself for not paying more attention to my Winston but the stress of family and financial hardships clouded my judgement and it cost be my fur baby. I have cried every day since and the feeling of guilt has made me sick to my stomach. I NEVER would harm my baby on purpose and I wish every minute that I could go back and do things differently. I miss my little Winston so much.

  • Meagan

    This kind of reminds me of what happened with my dog, I did something that unforgivable. My dog was sick and I didn’t recognize before until after he died. He had worms so I dewormed him for three days like it said on the package to do. On the third day he got ill from it and I didn’t put that together. He peed right in front of me in my bathroom on the hard to clean rugs. I put him in the crate and put a bark muzzle on him because I didn’t want him to whine or bark for me that day. I went to work later on and forgot to take the muzzle off. He apparently vomited with the muzzle on and the vomit clogged his throat and his nose because the food had expanded by that time. My husband came home at one pm, three hours after I left for work, and found him dead in the crate. He would not let me see the body because he said Synchro did not even look like himself anymore. His body was bloated and swollen because of his time of death must have been close to when I left for work. My husband said the stench was deplorable and the other animals in the room were terrified (my new puppy and bunny). They had to witness him struggling and dying in the same room.. part of me wishes I saw his body because no matter what he looked like I would have hugged him, cried on him, and carried him to be buried. He is buried with his favorite toys in our backyard even though I wanted him buried at the park because it was his favorite place to run off the leash. I wish I hadn’t been upset with him or punished him that morning, I should have known he was sick but I didn’t notice until it was too late. Sometimes things slip our minds though, we’re humans- we are not perfect, we make mistakes all the time. Unfortunately everyone who has posted accidentally had a part in their dogs death. You take them for granted sometimes and then when they die you wish you could take it all back and restart a new life with them. My dog was only a year old… he was still growing and my negligence caused him to not even have a start at life. I was unable to live my life normally for four days after he died. I couldn’t focus on anything and even kept crying and breaking down at work. Everyone who saw me knew I was a wreck. Our home is now so quiet with just one puppy, we’re used to hearing them run through the house, squeaking their toys happily, and trying to engage us to play with them. I had decided to get another boy even though no other dog will take Synchros place. He’s the first thing I want to see when I die. I do believe in the rainbow bridge, you should look into that to help you heal. When you aren’t crying anymore you will have a void and loneliness you need to fill, no dog will take your dogs place but I suggest getting another dog to help keep you company while you’re healing. You can learn to love a new pup and it will take a different part of your heart. Dog lovers have huge hearts and you won’t make the same mistakes with another pup, you learned something from the accident. Learning makes you a better person, I hope you forgive yourself because your pup already has <3

  • Jackie

    I’m so heartbroken. I lost my 4 year old Chiweenie Tina who was my best friend this weekend. And I wasn’t even there I had a house sitter. She had been through so much with our family… we have taken her everywhere with us. She was even present at my 16 month old daughters birth (which was at home). She made me laugh and smile every single day that I have known her. This weekend our family had to go out of town for some business. We arranged a family member to watch our house and animals. I often bring the dogs with us on trips but this time I didn’t. (We have a heeler too, Gamma.) Our car was packed FULL and we had a long drive along with some stops to make that I didn’t want to leave the dogs in the car for. I guess I could have brought them and stuffed us all into the ride but I didn’t. I could have gone a little out of the way to drop them off at my moms but with the long drive and a toddler I thought they would be best at home. I thought my brother in law would care for them. Right as we left Tina looked at me begging to come and I thought about grabbing her but I didn’t because I thought she would be ok. Well not even 24 hours into our trip I find out that Tina got lose and was killed by maybe another dog or a coyote. She was found lying on the ground dead. Pretty sure she laid out there dead for a whole night until my brother in law found her. He had the nerve to tell me it’s just a dog. She was our family. My best friend. I am so heartbroken. I should have brought her with us but I thought it was best to leave her home so Gamma wouldn’t be lonely. I feel like it’s all my fault. If only I would have been smarter. I feel so stupid and angry at myself. This dog was my best friend and I never knew anyone like her. I’m so sad that my brother in law failed us. He has put her in the freezer so we can bury her when we return. I am so mad at him. I am so mad at myself for leaving. I should have just stayed home. Why can’t I just go back and bring Tina with us? She was only 4 and was taken far too young. I hate myself right now for letting this happen. And I wasn’t even there for her last night alive. Gamma is ok but super sad too. They were best friends. We all adored that dog even my toddler adored her. I wish this wasn’t real. I feel so awful thinking about what happened. I just hope her death was quick and that she didn’t suffer. He didn’t find her until bird were already gathering around. Ahhhhh why is this happening?????? What is the lords plan in this?? My heart is broke and my tears are real.

  • Roxanne

    Rosa I’m so sorry about your story. I too did not want to live after what I had done to cause my precious dogs death. Thank God I found this website because it gives 18 specific instructions on healing. You can find them above. It involves a lot of time writing but it is well worth it. Once you write your heart out on paper something happens to your soul and you have more peace than before. All I can say it do it and you will feel better slowly. I’m not saying the crying stops, it comes in waves…but the writing will help you grieve.
    The brain is a funny thing capable of blacking out and forgetting when we don’t know it and can’t control it.

  • Violet

    Kat, thank you so much for responding and telling your story. And yes, I’ve struggled with depression all my life (I did try meds for a while, but they didn’t work for me, very bad side effects). “Shut down and avoid” is what I do, too.
    But I also will never let something like this happen again. I feel that I will live the rest of my life being more mindful, more grateful, more present and on top of things. A lesson and a gift from my little cat.

  • Rosa Coronado

    Ty Helen, I’ve been doing a lot of crying and reading and it’s hard but I’m trying to be strong. Thank you for your comment it means the world to me. I’ve been checking this site daily for a response to help me cope. thank you. Thank you for your wise words.

  • Shelley

    I am so sorry to read of the loss of your fur baby. Don’t be to hard on yourself. You were a good mama, most dogs don’t live to be almost 20, so that shows you did a great job in caring for her. It’s hard to say goodbye no matter how it happens. Sending a virtual hug.

  • Shelley

    I am grieving the lost of my buddy Baxter who died 9/2/18. He had diabetes really bad and the vet was having trouble regulating. I had rushed him to emergency vet 3 time in two years due to complication with his diabetes. Two days before he passed away he went to the vet and got a clean bill of health. Baxter had survived a diabetic coma and brain damage, we were excited as his personality was back and so was his eyesight. The evening before he died he threw a just a little bit, nothing alarming and he seemed fine barking, wagging his tail etc.. At 2:30 am he woke up and growled to get out of his kennel to go #2 which he did. I noticed he was sucking his stomach in and breathing slightly different. He was responsive and could walk, go potty etc. I decided to wait until 7am when his normal vet would be open (less expense then emergency). At 3:30 he woke up with labored breathing and stumbled out his kennel and died before I could do anything. I am feeling SO guilty for misjudging the situation and so wish I had taken him to emergency. He was such a good sweet dog and it breaks my heart knowing he may have been suffering quietly while I was asleep. I am heartbroken and can not sleep, eat or stop crying. He was almost 11 and I miss him SO much! He was such a fighter and kept getting pancreatitis and I think he had an attack that night and his body could just not handle anymore.

  • helen galland

    rosa know that all of us on here found this site when we were in the midst of guilt and grief over our own beloved babies, so you are not alone. This is a judgement free page and i think the reason we are all on here is because we all carry real or imagined guilt over the loss of our own pet. This site has been a godsend for those of us who felt like we were the only ones to have endured the loss they did in the way we did but this site lets us know we are not the only ones to feel this way or to be going through it. It will take time to come to terms with your loss but you will find a way, this site has a lot of info on how to help you on your journey to getting to that point. I found some solace in reading others stories as it allowed me to realise that my own tragedy was in part due to the human condition of us all being imperfect and that accepting that none of us are perfect was a small step to my recovery. hope you can find some solace in the shared stories too. x

  • Beth Waldridge

    Rosa, my heart hurts for you! I can identify so well as this is how we lost our precious pet this past July. I understand that the grief is almost unbearable and that the images are hard to get out of your mind. Please know that accidents happen and it will get easier for you with time. I am so sorry for your loss. Sending you peace. Beth

  • Rosa Coronado

    Yesterday was the worst day of my life. My beagle, Buddha was 8 months old. I take her to day care everyday, 10-11 a.m and I pick her up 5:40-6 p.m everyday. I had a eye dr appointment at 9:00 and I woke up late and I usually go drop her off first since she’s the only priority I have in the morning, but I went straight to the dr office. It was about 9:40 and I went in and for some reason I can’t seem to remember that I had her in the back of my car. My eye dr had me for about 30 min and it was hot outside, after that I went to get coffee and I parked and that’s when it was a bit hot it smelled like pee when I got in the car but I thought it was from past accidents that Buddha had in the car before. And they heat brought up the pee smell. But my poor baby didn’t make any sounds, she didn’t bark or whine. I had the music up so idk if I even heard her weep. Then I went to work. I never dropped her off. I never dropped her off. I completely forgot, I believed that I took her to day care because it’s part of my daily routine. And today being in a hurry I forgot. I feel so much guilt. I went to get lunch and my car smelled so bad and the first thing I thought when I came into my car was wow it’s so hot in here. It’s SO hot in here. I thought maybe she had an accident in the morning and I parked on the side of the road to clean it and when I open the back there she is. Layed on her side. I didn’t even open it all the way. I couldn’t believe it how could’ve I forgotten her. It felt like a nightmare. I opened it again and yher she was. I was panicking I was panicking and crying and I called my friend. I went to the vet right after I found her and I took her body out and it was so hot and stiff and she has peed and pooped herself and she was so stiff. I can’t live with myself anymore. My poor dog suffered. She was probably waiting for me to open the back and I never noticed. I didn’t even know I forgot: and as much as it’s an accident I can’t help but feel so much guilt, pain and regret. My poor dog died in the back of my car. In the heat alone, and there is no one to blame but myself. She never deserved that. No one does. She had a soul and a heart and was the sweetest dog. And I can’t seem to feel this is entirely on me. Everyone is trying to tell me and get it through me that it was my fault and it was an accident but I don’t have my dog anymore. She’s gone, I’m alone. She was in pain because of me. And if I could tell her all these things and hold her and pet her again I would tell her that I loved and love her and I didn’t mean it and I shouldn’t of left her and I should’ve dropped her off first. She was such a good girl, she would wait till I wake up. She would relax under my bed. And she would always come inside to check up on me if we were leaving soon. I miss her so terrible and I can’t live with myself knowing that I put her in pain. My poor dog. My poor Buddha. I don’t know how to cope with this. I really don’t. I found this site and not many people have had this accident. Maybe I’m a monster and a bad person? Because you don’t forgot a sweet creature like that. Idk how I did . How could I. I’m sorry for the rant. I’m just so heartbroken and feel so much guilt and pain

  • Sarah

    Hi, Chante,

    I too felt differently about my pets after I had a baby. I really identified with this part of the article: Real guilt may spring from your feelings that you neglected your dog annual vaccinations, daily food intake, exercise habits, and “quality time” with you. If you’re struggling with real guilt, remember that you had reasons for doing what you did. The stress of money, work, kids, marriage, and daily life may have taken precedence over how you treated your beloved dog. Maybe you didn’t make the best choices. Healing after the loss of a dog involves accepting that you wish you would’ve done things differently — and talking this through with your family, friends, or loved ones.” You were dealing with two extremely stressful events at once: having a baby and the decline of your beloved dog’s health.

    I just lost my beloved cat Monday night and it was my fault because I made the wrong choice for a relatively minor ailment she had. I feel a lot of guilt not only about causing her death, but also about neglecting her for the past few years since I had my child. Please know that you are not alone and that going forward the best way to honor our lost loved ones is to learn from our mistakes.

  • Rosa Coronado

    Ross I feel your pain. Yesterday was the worst day of my life. My beagle, Buddha was 8 months old. I take her to day care everyday, 10-11 a.m and I pick her up 5:40-6 p.m everyday. I had a eye dr appointment at 9:00 and I woke up late and I usually go drop her off first since she’s the only priority I have in the morning, but I went straight to the dr office. It was about 9:40 and I went in and for some reason I can’t seem to remember that I had her in the back of my car. My eye dr had me for about 30 min and it was hot outside, after that I went to get coffee and I parked and that’s when it was a bit hot it smelled like pee when I got in the car but I thought it was from past accidents that Buddha had in the car before. And they heat brought up the pee smell. But my poor baby didn’t make any sounds, she didn’t bark or whine. I had the music up so idk if I even heard her weep. Then I went to work. I never dropped her off. I never dropped her off. I completely forgot, I believed that I took her to day care because it’s part of my daily routine. And today being in a hurry I forgot. I feel so much guilt. I went to get lunch and my car smelled so bad and the first thing I thought when I came into my car was wow it’s so hot in here. It’s SO hot in here. I thought maybe she had an accident in the morning and I parked on the side of the road to clean it and when I open the back there she is. Layed on her side. I didn’t even open it all the way. I couldn’t believe it how could’ve I forgotten her. It felt like a nightmare. I opened it again and yher she was. I was panicking I was panicking and crying and I called my friend. I went to the vet right after I found her and I took her body out and it was so hot and stiff and she has peed and pooped herself and she was so stiff. I can’t live with myself anymore. My poor dog suffered. She was probably waiting for me to open the back and I never noticed. I didn’t even know I forgot: and as much as it’s an accident I can’t help but feel so much guilt, pain and regret. My poor dog died in the back of my car. In the heat alone, and there is no one to blame but myself. She never deserved that. No one does. She had a soul and a heart and was the sweetest dog. And I can’t seem to feel this is entirely on me. Everyone is trying to tell me and get it through me that it was my fault and it was an accident but I don’t have my dog anymore. She’s gone, I’m alone. She was in pain because of me. And if I could tell her all these things and hold her and pet her again I would tell her that I loved and love her and I didn’t mean it and I shouldn’t of left her and I should’ve dropped her off first. She was such a good girl, she would wait till I wake up. She would relax under my bed. And she would always come inside to check up on me if we were leaving soon. I miss her so terrible and I can’t live with myself knowing that I put her in pain. My poor dog. My poor Buddha. I don’t know how to cope with this. I really don’t. I found this site and not many people have had this accident. Maybe I’m a monster and a bad person? Because you don’t forgot a sweet creature like that. Idk how I did . How could I. I’m sorry for the rant. I’m just so heartbroken and feel so much guilt and pain.

  • Kat

    I saw you were writing about a cat and felt the need to respond. My 15 year old kitty, Scarlett is still here but may lose her eye because of my neglect. She’s had do many health issues over the years and always bounced back with care. She’s had 2 surgeries to remove bladder crystals and we feed her prescription food. Even though she’s 15 she’s still vocal and active. She can still jump up on top of the kitchen cabinets from the counter, she just scales them!

    She got over a mild upper respiratory infection s few months ago. When we went in to get antibiotics the vet said her eyes were getting a bit cloudy with the start of cataracts but that was to be expected at her age. Even as I’m writing this it’s like I’m trying to justify my inaction, but I’m not. I can’t. About 2 weeks ago I noticed her right eye was weepy and had some gunk in the corner. It also looked cloudy. I used to work at a shelter and it was quite common for cats to get gunky eyes from dust from the litter box or rubbing their faces on things. We used to clean the eyes out with saline, warm water, and cotton balls, so that’s what I started doing. I got some eye ointment from the pet store and started applying that, but even that I wasn’t doing consistently. For about a week it was just discharge in the corner. She was her usually goofy self. Honestly, I knew better than to let this go, especially with an old cat, but I think like you I didn’t want to face to possibility that something could be really wrong. I allowed myself to believe it was just some eye irritation that would clear up if I just kept it clean and put the gel in it. Well, the discharge seemed to be lessoning but it seemed like she wasn’t opening her eye all the way so I decided I should take her to the vet. If I had taken her then and there it still would’ve been waiting too long. The reasons I STILL didn’t take her she inexcusable and not excuses in any way. For example, I had been struggling to emerge from a severe depressive episode, withdrawing from one med and starting another trying to function through the nausea from the adjustment period. I know my depression is s big reason, if not the main reason I didn’t pay more attention and I put off picking up the damn phone and calling the vet. That’s what I do. I get overwhelmed, I shut down and avoid. Things slip, but usually things like laundry or watering the garden. This is so much more important! That’s another reason I had to respond to your post. You didn’t mention depression but spoke about similar struggles with not facing things. I wasn’t going to tell my story out of shame, but I have been obsessively searching for someone in a similar situation, not because I would wish this regret on anyone, but because I wanted to feel less alone and I knew I could give another well meaning pet owner the compassion and understanding I refuse to give myself. I hope you can feel a little less alone reading my story.
    Anyway, Monday morning I woke up with a debilitating migraine that lasted 3 days. It was all I could do to get my kids to send from school and keep everyone clean and fed. By the time I even called the vet it was Thursday. Thursday! Almost another ENTIRE WEEK had gone by. I love my vet and trust her which had been hard to find, so much next mistake was fixating on having to see my regular vet who knew Scarlett’s history (she can no longer receive vaccines due to kidney issues and fortunately never goes outside, but other vets question this because legally they have to give annual rabies). So, my vet had no availability that day or the next. They said they would try to get me in Saturday if something opened up. Again, I deluded myself, telling myself that they’d always squeezed us in if they felt it couldn’t wait, like when my dog was vomiting (thankfully that was just a matter of changing food), and they’ve even let me drop my pets off to see the vet and come back if I had to run to grab my kids from school. I told myself they must think it can wait based on what I described, but I’m sure I made it sound like it hadn’t been going on for over a week. Nice, I know. Friday she was hiding during the day which was typical. She’d usually come downstairs in the evening. But I didn’t look for her or check on her because I was busy with the kids and stupid mundane housework that I thought was important to catch up on. (Our dogs got skunked last weekend and I’m still trying to get the smell out of the house) Believe me, I don’t think any of these “excuses” in any way absolve me, I’m just telling the whole story.
    So I call the vet again Friday but she’s out that day. I ask them to call me if something opens up. Friday night Scarlett comes down and I go to clean her eye. It looked much worse, red and swollen and almost all the way shut. At this point the full weight of my mistakes and neglect hit me. I’m asking myself over and over again why I didn’t take her in when I first noticed her eye, or at the very least when it didn’t clear up in a few days. I’ve been asking myself non stop why and no answer is good enough. There is no good reason. Saturday I took her in to a walk in clinic. Like your vet, this guy didn’t sugar coat what he thought of me waiting to bring her. He looked and spoke to me with such disdsin, which I feel was deserved 100 percent. I also don’t think he believed me that the cornea itself had gotten that much worse from Thursday to Friday, which makes me wonder, was it getting worse and I somehow didn’t notice or didn’t want to notice? He said, “I’m going to be blunt with you; that eye’s s mess. I’m not even sure it’s salvageable by this point.” If I could’ve dropped dead from guilt and Shane right there in front of him, I would have. Scarlet has a large ulcer on her cornea which he could see by staining. He sent me home with drops for pain and an antibiotic. I apply the drops 6 times a day and then follow up with my regular vet after a week on the drops, but I’ll take her sooner. I may have to get a referral for an opthomologist. If it doesn’t get better they might have to remove her eye. She’s 15 and only 7 pounds. Would she even survive the surgery. Now I am tormenting myself. Of only I’d gone in right away, this could’ve been a simply matter of eye drops and she’d be fine now. Instead, I let her suffer with a painful ulcer that just got worse and worse and now it’s too late. I can’t rewind time. Every time I ,look at her eye I know she’s suffering because of my negligence. I can’t stand the fact that she’s been in pain all this time and I did nothing but put it off. How could I do a thing like that? She’s literally been the only constant, the only one there for me no matter what the last 15 years and I ansolutly let her down and neglected her. She’s been with me through four moves, my dad dying, getting married, having kids, multiple jobs and friends coming and going. And yet I let her suffer because, what? I couldn’t be bothered to make an appointment? The fact that she’ll likely lose her eye and possiblity her life because of me and my self absorption is more than I can stand. I’ve been applying the drops, laying in bed petting her, and hand feeding her wet food as if I can make up for what I put her through, which of course I can’t.
    You know what though? She still meows at me, comes up on the bed and paws to be let under the blanket, curls up against me, and purrs when I pet her. She still loves me just as much. She has no way of knowing her pain is because of me. We’ve seen each other through so much. I can’t go back. I can’t understand or forgive myself for waiting. The only thing I can do is give her all the love and care I have for as much time as we have left together. I will never let something like this happen again.
    I don’t know if this will make you feel any better but in the time I’ve worked with cats I know that with cancer most of the time signs aren’t seen until it’s too late. Cats are stoic and mask illness. Even the most vigilsnt owners miss things because cats simply act and seem fine until they really, really don’t. I’ve lost 3 cats before and it always happened that way. It makes it so easy to look back at the signs and wonder why you didn’t seem treatment earlier, but you know in hindsight what you couldn’t have known at the time. If you had taken your cat to get checked earlier it likely still would’ve been too late by the time she had a lump. She might have suffered more with cancer medicines making her sicker. We don’t know. All we know for sure is you loved your cat as I love mine. You wanted the best for her and spent 16 years with her. I know how badly the “if only I’d gone to the vet earlier” loop hurts. We can only move forward and I hope you can find peace.

  • Jessica Mills

    My beautiful 1 year old KC Spaniel, Koopa was runover yesterday and killed. I was taking him for a walk to his favourite place to run free and as we waited to cross the road, he kept pulling and pulling and slipped his harness. He ran into the busy road and was hit on the back legs, he tried to get up to crawl to me and was hit on the side of the head by another car. He lifted his head and had a seizure, i ran to him and he died in my arms. The second car driver stopped and raced me to every vets in the local area but non were open. He was confirmed dead at the local RSPCA centre. I feel devastated, so hurt and feel as if my hearts being ripped out. I feel so guilty because he was inbetween harnesses and the one he wore as he pulled became too loose. I keep thinking of the if I just tightened it as best as i could, if id just turned back, I didn’t want to go for a walk and changed my mind because i didnt want to go later. Witnessing your dog being run over is one of the most traumatic experiences i have ever been through and this comes at the tail end of my husband and his daddy leaving us. I wish he was still here. He was so young, playful, energectic and was so loving to me and my daughter. Just devastated and the images of what happened haunt me all the time.

  • Meagan

    My husband and I’s nightmare happened just yesterday 09/12/2018. Our 1 year and 3 month old olde english bulldogge Synchro died horribly. I am the cause of his death because that morning I let him out of his crate to be with me while I was getting ready for work and peed all over the floor in front of me. Not knowing the dangers of muzzles, I crated him with a muzzle on. My husband came home from work before me and saw his bloated, swollen body in his crate stiff as a board. He took care of his body, took off his harness and collar with identification. I had texted him earlier that morning saying I felt bad for disciplining Synchro and wanted to take him to the park that night to run off the leash (that was his favorite besides playing football in the house). We buried him in our backyard and I put his favorite football on top of his grave. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. I keep thinking if I just shrugged off his peeing on the floor that he would still be alive today. I feel this horrible gut wrenching pain and compulsive crying over the fact that I no longer have the chance to say I’m sorry and I love him. He was my son. I was his favorite person in the world, he absolutely admired me and I killed him. Things will never be the same. I had bought another puppy a month before he died to be his playmate, they loved eachother and played so nicely. She had to witness him suffocating to death because he vomited and it cut off his airways until he died. I really feel like I lost a child. He never had a chance in this world. I really just want to see him again, play with him again, kiss him again, be in bed with him again. I killed my child and there’s nothing I can do about it but grieve. I never knew the dangers of muzzles and believe there should be warning signs on the package. I will NEVER use one again for as long as I live. I just hope that one day I will be reunited with him and can love and be with him again. This next time I am never punishing him or being mad at him. I never been this upset even over a human death. This nightmare is never going to leave my head. I hope he is in heaven doing all his favorite things: eating fruits, vegetables, and even trying wasabi, I hope he is frolicking in a field and going swimming, I hope there is a stand-in version of me so that he doesn’t feel alone. I wish I never was upset at him that morning. I hope he can forgive me and love me and be with me again. I want him back but it’s too late.

  • Roxanne Roach

    Aug. 23; 2018 my 20yr dog went to heaven. In a dream one week later I saw my precious darling was greeted and accompanied thru heavens door by KoKo the gorilla who died in June. 2018. If had not written letters to my dead dog expressing my guilt sadness and pain I could not go on. I suggest you read and follow the 16 tips for getting over the guilt so you can enjoy your new baby.

  • helen galland

    im no psychologist but you are going through the grieving process. Grief stages can start before a pet dies (i too went into denial when my sweet baby got sick aged only 3) denial often features before and after an animal dies unexpectedly or from an illness. After denial comes anger- that includes blame (i blamed myself, my pet, the car mechanic, work, my friends- anyone and everything to try to make sense of the loss). The there is bargaining- “if only i had done that” or “if only i hadnt done that” then my pet would have still be here. We can drive ourselves mad with those stages- would a, could a, should a- and no matter how many times you go through the last weeks or days of your pets life the end result can never be changed, but we still all wish to god that were possible. Depression and finally acceptance may take years to get to, and you may cycle through the stages time and time again. Your words sound like you are cycling through the first 3 stages. You dont hate pets- your emotions are making you feel that way rather than the worse alternative which is accepting your pet died. I resented my other pets after one of mine died as they “were not and never could be her” so if i couldnt have her i didnt want anyone. Its taken a couple of months of anti depressants to be in a position to face up to life. Dont feel ashamed if you need to ask tor medical help after pet loss. You feel guilt that you loved your new baby and the dog got less attention. It is normal to feel guilt in grief. You know in your heart that you did right by your dog his whole life- he wouldnt have felt any different towards you when you became a mom- you were always the light of his life- you fed and exercised and provided a safe home for him and thats all a dog wants. Its just that Grief is making you question it all now. You may find you dont have time for a pet right now as your priorities are all about being a carer to a young human, but maybe as your child gets older you might then find a place for another dog in your lives and you can share with your child the joys of animal companionship and teach them how to be as compassionate and caring an animal owner as you were.

  • Cheri

    Hi Chante,

    I am not in the exact situation but my old dog (17) got sick because I gave her an over the counter supplement. She ended up getting dehydrated and didn’t get the right treatment from the vets. She was in the hospital for 4 days then had a 24 hour downward spiral. I knew something was seriously wrong but I waited all day for a vet appointment instead of taking her back to the emergency hospital. She was the most important thing in my life. I’ve never loved anyone or anything that much. I was out of town. A vet I didn’t know convinced me to put her down… I did.. and found out later she could have survived.

    I could barely function for 4 months after… so much grief regret and blame.

    What I’ve learned along the way is sometimes we don’t make the best decisions when we’re under extreme stress…. especially when the stakes are high. It sounds like you have a lot on your plate and… like you said… you felt fear about the possible outcome and prognosis of your fur baby.

    I know this may not make the pain go away but, we are only human and we are flawed. I am a highly respected, excellent business person… I make complex and tough decisions every day but failed to do what was best and right for my baby. It really hurts. I’ve finally come to realize there is nothing wrong can do now so I’m trying to learn from it. I never wanted to learn any lesson like this… I’m sure you feel the same.

    I’m so sorry your family put your dog down without your permission. That is NOT acceptable.

    Time will lessen the pain. My sincere heartfelt condolences for what your going through.

  • Chanté Roux

    I hope someone can relate or maybe give me an answer. I need to know why i feel this way. I had a dog, he was my everything and my whole entire world. He was like a child to me. I could barely even go a day without him. He was MY baby. I couldn’t live without him i would literally die inside and cry my eyes out just Thinking of the idea of something ever happening to him. I became pregnant November 2016. I went through a very difficult time in my life.. And then my dog became ill and i started neglecting him.. I know that i did that subconsciously to avoid the pain i was dealing with because i knew he didn’t have much time. At the beginning of 2018 a family member took my dog to the vet and they put him out.. Without me knowing i didn’t even have the chance to say goodbye. I have so much regret because i neglected him so much.. So much guilt because the last time i saw him i yelled at him for jumping up my new born’s pram.. But ever since my dog got ill i started feeling hatred towards pets.. Cats and dogs.. And its like my heart turned to stone when it comes to pets. I need to know why.. Because up until today i still feel this way.

    Is it because of the fact that i had a baby?
    Is it an emotional or psychological way of me not coping with my dog’s death?

    If someone knows an answer to this… Please share it with me..

  • Roxanne

    It helped me to write a long letter to my dog telling her what happened. Also write one to yourself from your dog. It really helps.

  • Roxanne

    I didn’t think I could go on living after my 19 year old rat terrier died because I gave her too much medicine.
    You can go on and the guilt will subside if you will follow the 18 suggestions above. I wrote a very long letter to my baby and it helped me a lot. God Luck and Blessings.

  • Roxanne

    Im so sorry I know about your guilt as I over dosed my beloved on pain meds. I had her for 18 1/2 years she was my everything. I carried her in my purse, stroller in bed on planes. She was my soulmate.
    I can only tell you it was a blessing to find this website as I’m doing all the 18 things recommended. Writing a lot is helping me slowing ease the guilt. But I will always miss her. Still crying.

  • Roxanne

    I lost me beloved rat terrier “sweeter” she would have been 20 in Jan. 2019. I had to put her down last Thursday. She passed in my arms. I have never known such grief in my life. I am 67 never married and no children. She was my everything. In trying to relive pain from her kidney infection I over medicated her and I watched her experience such trauma at my doing I almost didn’t want to live. Since I read the above 18 suggestions and started writing non stop I feel better. I still cry a lot but the guilt is subsiding thanks to my finding this website. I am very grateful to Blossoms. Be prepared to write and God Bless those who take the time to help us with websites like this.

  • Rosaline

    I just lost my beloved dog today. His name is LV and out of all my dogs, he was the one closest to me. LV is a very intelligent dog, he was the first one to come ti me if I cry, he can stand up for the longest time. He is still almost two years old and he died. He died of sudden death because of liver. I feel guilty for not paying attention to him for the last 3 weeks. I could take some time to play with him, but I didn’t. I could try harder to understand what he’s going through, but I didn’t. I haven’t even fulfilled my promise to take him out on walks and buy him a new matress. I just don’t know how am I suppose to come home and not seeing him. I buried him and I am glad I chose to bury him instead of attending my classes. But still the guilt of not holding him this morning, not kissing him before he died…

  • Olga

    I’m so sorry. I believe your baby knew it was an accident and I also believe he knows how much you are missing him And grieving him. Prayers for your broken heart. Lost mine almost a year ago to Cushings.

  • Nonhlanhla

    Today is the worst day of my life. My family day was already old and deserved a peaceful death. But instead I accidentally ran over him, I cant stop crying. The vet had to put him to sleep. I feel terrible, my dog must feel so betrayed, God please forgive me.

  • Brandon

    I’m 18 years old and I grew up with my beautiful golden retriever Lissa ever since kindergarten. She was about 13 and a half. I just graduated high school and my parents go to work during the day. Yesterday morning I woke up around 11:30 stayed in my room just wasting time mostly dealing with a auto repair shop where my car is located. I let her out around 1:45 and left shortly after having it completely slip my mind that I just left my dog outside.

    Now my pup was getting really old and had a lot of trouble breathing. It’s like she couldn’t catch her breath she kept loudly panting quite frequently. Her back legs also gave out at times. She had trouble using them :(. She was also dead and just in general showing a lot of old age. Recently I had noticed her breathing had been getting worse she she had constantly wanted to go inside and out in and out constantly. So basically when I come home at 4 I look for her thinking she was inside and soon realize I must have left her outside I go to look outside and shes not by the back door like she would be if she wanted to come inside… I go around the side of the house to see her lying against the side of the house. I go up to her to realize she isnt asleep. At this point I assume you can imagine what I felt and the initial guilt. Not only did I list lose my best friend who I grew up with but I may have just caused her to die. … it’s the next day now and the things I have realized have allowed me to come to some sort of peace with it. When I found her she had already stiffened up which means she had passed some time during the time I was gone and it necessarily was out there in the heat all day long. She was also sleeping when she passed which the veterinarian told me later that day. Overall I am glad she passed in her sleep being all peaceful yet I still feel guilt. I know it will pass and I will be able to forgive myself but my god is it so sad for me.

  • Kim

    oh Tracy, we sort of have the same situation……I’m in such pain right now. I could barely work. I lost my dog last Friday because of carelessness. I brought home chocolate that I seldom even eat and mindlessly put it in the chair enough for him to reach. I find it hard to forgive myself. I was pre-occupied of the fear of the Holy Fire going around, the pressure of work and of the household. I can not even finish typing right now….its just so dark and heavy.

  • Tia

    Hi Riley, My heart goes out to you. I read the details you describe about how you lost your sweet Ollia. Then I saw your post was dated August 13. I recognize what pain and confusion about the suddenness and finality of this kind of death brings. My husband and I are going through the same thing. We lost our 8 year old chihuahua bright happy bold light of our lives the day before. Within 17 minutes of my not finding her in our house, I discovered her dead in the middle of our road. I spotted her familiar beautiful color on the pavement in disbelief as I turned the corner by our mailbox in the unlikely possibility that she would have made her way down the long drive and entered the road. Saw her as rain thundered down onto her and a car blared its horn at me to move as I was gathering her little body up. Saw her sweet head and the violent hit she had taken. No turning back for one of the smartest happy little creatures we have ever known. Stolen by a car that didn’t stop while I paid a bill on the phone with a credit card. This is nothing like what you experienced, I know. But I know what this feels like. The cruelty of the fact that your dog was robbed of its life so young. The fact that you and your wife are robbed of your daily joy. Death like this just yanks away. It has been a confusing few days. You have to survive by surfing on top and not falling below any distracting tasks you have or diversions that others may offer. I wanted to never turn the direction again to have to drive over the part of the road where she died. This has proven impossible. Every mundane daily moment of my life she was my pal, underfoot. I know her response to my being in every room, every corner of our house. My heart goes out to you, as for my situation, i carry guilt because I let her out of my sight. And even though her normal behavior was not run to our road, I could have always been more cognizant and protected her from that horrible unexpected death. You must know that this was an accident you had. You were trying to avoid killing two other innocent animals and swerved only for that purpose . You were aware of her safety, aware of the window height, thinking about it as you drove. In my case, I had minutes before been aware of her entering the open door of our hot car when I had retrieved my purse to get the credit card while I was on the phone. I shooed her out and recall thinking nope- out of that hot car! In fact it was the second place I looked for her, in case she had gotten back in and had been in there for a few minutes. If only she had. Even now as I write I think of every detail. As I said, I wanted to share because I understand the absurdity of how you feel right now and the complete feeling of helplessness to make sense or fix the hurt inside. Sending peace to you and your wife.
    I have read that this is a traumatic grief we are experiencing. A complicated grief. I am at a loss to be of help. But you have my great sympathy. Please be good to yourself. This was not your fault.

  • Elke

    And I am very sorry for your loss of your Stogie. I know how heartbroken you must have felt. Thanks again for your kind words.

  • Elke

    Thank you so much for your comforting words. I’m just so down on myself and wish I could turn the clock back and close that darn gate like I did for the last 8 years, I wonder what my Philly went through and I just hope that he didn’t think he let us down. I hope he didn’t think he was the one who messed up. Seeing him laying in that shower was so incredibly sad and heartbreaking. That poor baby was in so much pain. I hope, that in time, I’ll be able to forgive myself. Like you, I have his pictures on the wall and I have his paw print and his collar and will have his ashes. I so hope that there is a doggie heaven and that he’ll be with his beloved Sam and Brittany and that he’ll be digging monster holes. I know he knows that he was loved. That pup was pampered his whole life and he deserved every bit of pampering. He was a good dog; didn’t have a mean bone in his body. I just hope he knows that I’m beside myself and so very sorry…

  • Debbie

    Ahh I’m so sorry. I also blamed the early demise of my dog Stogie because I dropped him, he was in shock also. I want you to know it gets better with time. Our pups knew how much we loved them. They would never blame us for accidents . I was for weeks sobbing and so angry at myself. No one could tell me anything that made it go away. Time and forgiving myself is all that helped. I still get sad he’s not here sometimes. I have a little shrine for him, his remains, pictures and paw print. He was loved as your philly was. You know you’d of done nothing to ever hurt him. Mourn, talk to him, forgive yourself. Day at a time, it gets better.

  • Elke

    Because of my carelessness and complacency, we lost our 14-year old Philly yesterday. Had I stuck to the well established routine of keeping him and Brutus separate, the fight would’ve never broken out. A fight that our Philly simply couldn’t win. Two days ago my husband and I came home to a bloodbath. We found Philly curled up and mangled in my husband’s shower. We took him and Brutus, who suffered bite wounds as well, to the vet. Brutus was treated and came back home with my husband, while I transported Philly to a 24/7 emergency vet in our area. He was treated for shock, received pain meds, x-rays, fluids, etc. We crossed our fingers, hoping Philly would make it through the night and show improvement. While he did make it through the night, he didn’t show improvement and was in horrible pain. Because of his age, the Dr. at the clinic felt it was best to say goodbye to out beloved friend. I’m trying to comfort myself that our Philly was treated like a prince for the last 14 years. He had everything a pup could wish for and was lacking nothing. He went on countless car rides, which he loved, dug a million holes, experienced the ocean, the countryside, brothers and sisters in form of cats and dogs; he lived a full life. Yet, I’m guilt ridden for not having done my job of protecting him. Yes, he was old but he was still so full of energy. He was still rolling in the grass every chance he got and he was still skipping through the yard. He was still so full of life and still looking forward to his treats. I feel I cut his life short wit my carelessness and complacency. I’m having a really hard time with this. I know we all die and I know my boy’s end was near, but he never should’ve had to go through what he went through. My poor boy; I am so sorry…

  • Emmie

    I lost my best friend Arthur today. He was a beautiful 11-year-old beagle. I had him since he was 6 weeks old and had been through so many life changes with him. An awful marriage, moving from New Zealand to Germany and he was with me at home when I gave birth. Yesterday when I got home the floor was covered in vomit, stools, and pee. He was lethargic and lying on the floor with no energy. He had eaten so many bad things in his life, but eventually, it always gets better after water and a nights sleep. In the morning he was still very unresponsive. Being home with my 4-year-old alone and needing to go to work for 4 hours, I decided to leave him inside and go to work where a whole room full of parents were waiting for me to welcome their new children (I am a teacher). I got back home at 12.10 to take him to the vet. My neighbor, who loved him so much also, was on the floor with him crying and told me he was gone. He died 10 minutes before I got in. I feel guilty. That I could have done more. I am sobbing all day and my son is so worried about me. I can’t breathe and feel like a terrible person. I always tried to look after him well and make him happy. I think he must have eaten something in the forest or had an internal bleed. My heart feels like it is breaking. He is down the garden covered with a blanket and I can’t bear to let him go.

  • Riley

    I had a three year old beagle named Ollia, She was so awesome, and really smart. The guilt and sorrow I feel is hard to live with even a month after the mistake I made led to my dogs death. My wife and I loved this dog so much our whole life revolved around her as we are working on having our first child. Every other day we would take her to this really good spot we found to let her run around off her leash to chase gofers and jump in the water. It was a perfect day everything was going as usual, she ran around until she got tired I gave her some water and she jumped into the truck. I always have the window cracked just enough for her to stick her head out but this day I had the windows down all the way. I was driving slow along the road going back towards town and I thought I would roll them up further when I got closer to the end of the road. She was running back and forth between the two back windows looking at everything and the stopped on my side the drivers side. I didn’t notice she was on a bag I had in my back seat that had her sitting up higher then usual. As I got further down the road I think I gained a little speed but still was going pretty slow when I notaced two gofers fighting in the road my split second decition to swerve for them as not to run them over with my tire caused my dog to loose her ballence and fall out the window. I didn’t think anything serious happened I heard her slip I looked back and she was gone, I slammed on the breaks jumped out of my truck. Ollia was lying on the road looking back at me and she couldn’t get up, I ran to my dog and looked her over to see why she wasn’t getting up. My dog fell funny and hit her head and amount of blood coming out of her mouth and ears I knew she was dieing right there. All I could do was put my head on her back and tell her I was with her it was all over in under a minute. My wife started crying as I told her she was gone, she still wanted to to her to a vet, I grabbed a towel from my back seat and wrapped Ollia up and drove to the vets office with my wife frantically crying. I have been through some bad things in my life, I seen my father die from cancer, the farm house I grew up in burned to the ground with almost everything inside including two family cats. This has got to be the toughest one yet since Ollia was my best friend and was pretty muck attached to my hip for the three short years of her life I’m not sure how long it will take to get over this or if I ever will.

  • Nate

    Your story sounds very similar to mine. I lost my beautiful Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, Gabriella on June 23. She was only two years old, and she died on the two year anniversary of our bringing her home. Its been almost two months since she passed, but I am still so sad. I posted the details of her passing below. I know how you feel, the guilt and the pain. I miss her so much. I am still not sure what caused her death, but I feel that if I were a responsible dog owner, there is no way she would have passed away at only two years old. Gabriella was seemingly healthy and had been playing and having so much fun that day.

    I guess all we can do is know that we do the things we do out of love for our pets. You took Birdie to the resevoir because you loved her. I took Gabriella to the pond because I loved her. We want our pets to experience everything with us and to share in our joy of life. I obviously would do things differently if I had known then what I know now, but at the same time, we can’t know everything, and if we can’t let our pets share in our joyful experiences then we are also doing them a disservice. There is certainly risk in loving and giving our hearts to our pets. My two short years with Gabriella were wonderful but my heart aches to have her back. I pray for strength and peace, and just hope that someday I can give and recieve the same love with another pet. I wish you peace as well.

  • Fred

    Cristina first I want to say I’m so sorry for your loss if such a beautiful family member. Those of us who have pets and truly care for them and cherish them truly become a part of our families, that is why your pain is so deep. It has been approximately 1 month since my true friend left me and the pain still runs deep, as it should we love them so much we recall so many fond memories of them , but it is those fond memories that will help you deal with the pain and sorrow you feel now. It’s ok to cry , to feel sad it is all part of our mourning for our beloved family members. The guilt we feel is also part of our grieving process we must go through, however you have nothing to feel guilty for, you gave her something that was so special, unconditional love, and I’m sur yiu beautiful Pepper gave you that same love no matter if you were having a bad day or a good day. You loved her so much that you were willing to have her leave you so that her pain would stop , there is no greater love then what you demonstrated that day. Please take care , and dont ever forget the love you shared with such a beautiful family member so that one day when you are ready you can open up your heart and make room for another family member that needs your attention and love.

  • Cristina

    I just recently lost my bestfriend of six years. I named her Pepper and she was mixed breed of shih tzu and chihuahua. She never had any serious illnesses before. But June this year, I got so worried and anxious when she could not pee. I immediately rushed her to an animal clinic just near our neighborhood and the vet there told me that she needs to be catheterized. I brought her to a different animal clinic and she was confined there for three days. Although she was able to urinate after being catheterized, the vet diagnosed her with a chronic kidney disease. I was all in shock, pain, and a huge amount of worry had enveloped me — especially when the vet told me that her condition is incurable and that the disease is progressive. I had lost hope from that time and I was already asking God for a miracle. The only thing I wanted that time is for my dog to have a healthy, normal life again. I read so many articles online about dealing with the disease. There were testimonials that said that dogs diagnosed with CKD could still be able to live even for years. That brought back the hope in me. If I would only be aggressive in helping her in treating her disease, perhaps I could give my pet a longer life — I thought to myself back then.

    And so for a month after the diagnosis, we fight the battle together. We were in and out of the hospital, always having a vet check up on her. It came a time where her kidney profile went back to normal and I was relieved and thought to myself, maybe the vet diagnosed her wrongly that day. I thought I could be able to save my pet’s life. But through the process of visiting the animal clinic, she would have her critical moments – weeks after her confinement, she was brought back to the hospital and was confined for a day because she couldn’t pee again. Vets couldn’t see any problem because her kidney profile back then was just normal. They could not see any stones blocking her urethra or bladder as well. So we were all clueless what was happening to her. They gave her antibiotics, anti-inflammatory medicines and some tablets that treat the heart – apparently, she also got some heart issue according to the vet. Things got back to normal again after that, but after visiting the vet after a week again, they said Pepper is suffering from slight anemia. So they prescribed medicines to her to treat that.

    Long story short, I brought her back to the hospital last week Thursday because I noticed that she does not want to eat anymore, and she was all lethargic, she pees on little amount. I got so worried that I did not even think twice bringing her immediately. In the clinic, the vet said she’s very dehydrated and her creatinine and BUN were too high. They told me she needed to be confined and have her in IV fluids to help her flush out the toxins inside her body. They also need to monitor her heart, her blood and her liver, which apparently was also already affected. I was left with no choice but to agree with the confinement. I only wanted the best for my pet. I was desperate in having her healed.

    I was not able to visit her during her confinement because I also have work. But I would ask her vet for any updates about her condition. I thought she was doing fine… after two days, they did another kidney profile test and the result was still not good. So they said she needed to stay a little bit more. That day, they also told me that she was already vomiting – with no food intake. That got me worried because that meant she’s not able to take the medications well. At 3AM the following day, they were calling me. I was not able to answer their call, but they left a message saying Pepper had a seizure – twice. I felt like the world’s already crumbling that time. All hopes died. I’ve read stories that when it got to that point that the dog is already having seizures, there’s gonna be just a small chance of surviving. I was not able to sleep from then on and I decided to rush to the clinic as it opens.

    Yesterday, my mom and I went to the clinic even before it opened. I saw my furbaby lying in the hospital bed, having seizures. :'( It was so painful to see. I could not stop crying. I was wishing that it was all just a dream but I wasn’t. I couldn’t bear the pain of seeing her in her worst situation. :'( Because of the pain and shock that I was feeling, I told the vet to make it stop already. I just want to stop the suffering already. :'( They put her to sleep through euthanasia and I couldn’t bear to watch the whole process. My heart is still breaking as I type these. I am digging up a lot of courage right now telling the story because I needed to let it all out. The pain is killing me. A lot of thoughts are in my head and I sometimes blame myself for what has happened to her. I love my pet so much. :'( If I could only take her sickness away and be the one suffering instead, I would readily do so. :'( I still can’t believe she’s not with me anymore. She’s all I ever have, she was like the best ever friend that I had. :'( And now I have to live life without her. :'( I am in so much pain I don’t know when I’d be okay.

  • Sammi

    Very similar happened to my baby cat last week Abby. I’m just devastated don’t know how to adjust to his loss.

  • Kimberly Dershem

    Thank you for responding and for your kind words. Having my adopted baby Westley has helped. He seems to be mourning with me. We shared a special kind of bond and love. She was an amazing dog. I’m happy to have spent 10 years raising her. She had a happy life, riding around, playing, running. I hope she knew in the end that she was very loved. I hope one day to move past the guilt and think of only the good days. Thank you again. I wish you well. I’m sorry to hear about your fur baby. It’s like losing a child.

  • sonia

    Thank-you for your kindness in replying – i have decided to make a memory book and garden feature for Bridie -to be known as Bridie’s boudoir!! I am researching first aid courses for canines in my local area . Thanks to all the people who have contributed to this web site -it really has given me solace and hope

  • Keith Randall

    I am very sorry that you lost Birdie. I lost my boy Nash a few months ago. This site is wonderful to let all your feelings out. I posted my heartbreaking story a few months back. My pain in losing him will never go away but I realized that I have to move on because he isn’t coming back. I was responsible for his death and the only thing I can do is to be better for the other 2 dogs that I have. Obviously you would never jeopardize your dogs life. It sounds like he had an underlying condition that caused it. I hope you can forgive yourself and put your efforts into loving the other dogs that you have. I am always reminded about my boy which is a good thing because I have so many great memories. Take care!

  • sonia

    I have taken great solace from reading the comments on this site and I now feel ready to give my story- In january of this year my dad died suddenly under very difficult circumstances- He was taken ill on new years day and I was alone with him as my siblings live all over England and I had to deal with the ambulance calling and calling my siblings and telling them to get home quickly.Dad had asked me previously to look after his Cavalier King Charles dog Bridie when anything happened which I was honoured to accept. I am a school teacher so I had booked a short camping trip for myself, Bridie and my own 2 pet Lancashire heelers.-it was only 4 miles from my home. We arrived about 1.45pm-shown to our pitch and put the tent up and had a coffee. Then I made the worst decision of my life so far- It was about 3.30pm and I took the pets for a walk to the local reservoir. Britain has been experiencing a heat wave but it didnt appear too warm and we met other dogs so we set off on our walk. I did know not to go out in the hottest part of the day and provide water etc but I am now so guilty because on our return to the campsite Bridie appeared to be in distress-I offered water and poured water over her and then scooped her up and bundled all of my pets into the car and drove to my vets-it was an awful journey as major roadworks were taking place. The vet rushed Bridie in for treatment and I was waiting. The vet gave the diagnosis of heat stroke -dehydration. They asked me what I wanted to do-put her to sleep or continue with treatment as she was very poorly. They continued to stabilse her and approx 7.30pm I took her to the pet hospital which provided 24 hour care. I was allowed to see her but I was so traumatised . Later that night I rang for update and they rang early next morning about how she had been. She got through the night but was still very poorly, Tuesday evening I got another update-as to the treatment she was being given -told she was still very poorly added antibiotics to her drips ,done heart scan,sent off blood to lab etc. Approx 3.30am the hospital tried to ring me -several times but I slept through the calls -Wednesday morning I picked up the call log and was told she had suffered a heart attack and could not be saved. The vet treating Bridie explained that the damage was too much for her body to cope with. I then started to panic and become traumatised. Why did i go for a walk? Why did my other pets survive unscathed? Did I miss something-Bridie had always been a heavy breather and snuffler. Why didnt she stop? I knew about the rules of dog walking in heat BUT I did n’t know that some breeds are more susceptible to it- Bridie as a cavalier was one of those breeds-she was overweight (My Dad had been ill and could not manage long walks), she had a long thick black coat and was a very loud snorer and she had signs of the heart defect which is common to Cavies I have been doing Google research and found out these facts-too late for my special baby. I am now riddled with guilt-what ifs, not eating,not sleeping , staying up and reading every website I can find about heatstroke. She was only 7 she loved and trusted me and I have killed her with my kindness. I was so happy to have organised a trip for my 3 furry babies. I wanted Bridie to have a fun time with me. If only I had known the extra risks her breed faced. She was alone when she died -was she in pain ,was it quick? I am so traumatised by what I have done-it is an awful feeling knowing that you have contributed to the death of an innocent creature by your ignorance of all the facts and that she loved and trusted you. I know about dont leave your dog in cars in hot weather, walk in the cool of the day, take water etc but it honestly didnt feel too warm at 3.30pm when we set off-others were around with their pets and my other 2 dogs were fine.I was wrong with my decision to walk on Monday and now I must live with this -but it is not easy knowing that you have contributed to the death of a lovely, friendly and beautiful dog. the guilt is so over powering/overwhelming – I have killed, by my not knowing all of the facts, a 7 year old dog who had many more years to live. I genuinely did not know of the extra risks Bridie was facing. I have been supported by my siblings who are all telling me not to blame myself and that she had a wonderful life with me but I am the one who has to live with this and I dont know how . My Dad also trusted me with his beloved pet and I have caused her death my my wrong decision.. I have been to my Doctor for advice and will be going back soon to discuss my feelings. I feel awful and so guilty. 3 dogs went for a lovely walk to the reservoir on a afternoon in Summer but only 2 came back-after reading web pages I now know all the facts but too late to save my special baby

  • helen galland

    i totally empathise with your story, guilt is a really soul destroying feeling but it shows how much you loved and cared for your friend. And she loved you. Even if we dont tell them every day our beloveds know it in their hearts- otherwise they wouldnt want to be with us so much. My baby was always under my feet demanding cuddles and i feel guilty that my other life commitments got in the way recently and she too ended up dying unexpectedly- so then we end up feeling regret at the lost opportunities to give love our pets now they have passed. I also use the word selfish to describe my actions- but in reality we were doing what we thought was needed at the time in our lives- how could we foresee the future? I am still trying to come to terms with my loss and it was 2 months ago- for you you are in the raw immediate aftermath and your pain will be more intense. You will over time see more clearly that the love you had for each other was real and significant and that the sum total of your lives together was not made up of that last day of her life- it was all the lovely time you gave her, the security of a good home, a good 10 years together. A friend told me animals deal with pain and dying differently to us- they seem to come to a kind of acceptance, not fear, wild animals often seek solitude to die- your baby wouldn’t have felt abandoned. I hope you feel better soon and get to relive the happy memories without being chained to the feeling of guilt, the world would be a better place with more animal lovers like you trust me 🙂

  • Kimberly Dershem

    I had my tipsy girl for 10 years this october. She was my best friend when I was alone, she cried with me when I was going through my miscarriage alone. She’s always been there for me. She slept in my bed since day one. All through boyfriends, husbands, my human baby. My son became her best ftiend. She would switch rooms through out the night sleeping and guarding. I wasn’t always the best mommy to her but she still loved me. She became depressed and lonely so I got her a new puppy friend. She hated him at first but soon realized he was good company and a new part of the family. Tipsy girl got sick a few months ago with some type of limp in her hip and started losing weight. It got worse fast, you could tell she was hurtjng. I’ve talked about taking her to the vet but just didn’t have the money or time as I recently lost my job and have looked and looked. I hoped it would get better on its own. It didnt. Monday about 3 pm we had to go run errands and she got outside, I locked and shut the door telling her some sunshine would her good as I didn’t have a key to let her back in. We left and didn’t get home til late. My dad didn’t see her when he got home around 4. Being so tired everyone went to bed, assuming we had seen her sleeping on the couch, which is where she has been sleeping because she could no longer jump on the bed or move very well. My plan was to bring her to the vet today wendsday. The next day being Tuesday I got up at about 7 and got to looking for her and couldn’t find her. I called my dad to see if he had let her in that Monday and he hadn’t even seen her. I called and called and I searched and drove around and didn’t find her. My heart was broken. I called the animal shelter and put up lost ads on facebook and the shelter site. We had to go run some more errands and came back and I got busy, I got to thinking and decided to walk through the woods of our 12 acres. Finally I walked the back are around one of the pond and I screamed…I found my baby girl laying sideways in the pond… she hated the water. She never EVER went near the ponds. My baby girl had drowned or killed herself. I don’t know but my heart is broke. I should have taken her to the vet sooner. She was hurting so bad and I was so caught up in all my other problems that I didn’t stop and take her. My baby girl is dead because I was selfish. She was my best friend. My riding partner, my walking buddy, my cuddle bug. My everything. My heart hurts and I know it will be a while before I can forgive myself. I should have helped. She left this world alone and in pain. I wasn’t here for her when she needed me the most. I haven’t loved on her enough. I can’t even remember If I said I love you and petter her before I left Monday because I was rushing.

  • Tracy

    I have read a lot of your stories but none quite like mine so I feel I need to share
    My boyfriend and I had just gotten back from our vacation and unpacking things and stuff from our dogs from our parents who baby sat them for us while we were gone. Our oldest is on Rimadyl for arthritis as she’s almost 14.
    I was unpacking her meds and treats and left them on the kitchen counter while we took his parents to the movies as a thank you for watching them. When we got home about 5 hours later I noticed the empty bottle eaten and on the floor, we have 4 dogs so we didn’t even know who ate them. I called the er vet and we took them all in right away, Sammie our youngest and biggest started projectile vomiting Brown fluid assumingly the digested pills.
    Sammie was lethargic as soon as we got there and started to shake, then another one started to vomit as well, he is our husky.
    It took them almost 4 hours for us to get seen as out poor babies puked all over, so finally they did blood tests and two of our four had signs of liver problems and has to be put on fluids to try to flush them out.
    They both had to stay at the least 2 days for fluids and treatment, but Sammie continued to get worse, by day 3 she had jaundice and they did and ultrasound and saw nothing so that gave us hope, her kidney levels still continued to elevate and she still wasn’t eating, they put her on a feeding tube, she was losing weight as well, and could barely stand or walk and just looked at us in fear and almost lifelessness.
    She kept getting worse but the vets continued to have hope and upped her fluid intake, the day after that put husky got to come home on some meds still weak but getting better. We went to visit them both everyday and were the annoying pet parents that called twice a day as every night they did more testing to check Sammie’s liver and kidneys. The 7th day we got the call, Sammie wasn’t peeing and her kidneys had completely stopped working, she had gotten ulcers and had internal bleeding and had gained 3 lbs on a few hours cause they fluids weren’t leaving her body, there was nothing else they could do. We raced to the hospital to say our goodbyes and helped her pass, in the end if I would have just put the meds in the cabinet we’d havr our sweet Sammie who was only 2 years old, today it has only been 3 days and I am feeling extreme guilt and my heart is broke, she was a Shepard rot mix and had huge ears and a cute curly tail and was out little light when things got bad… I’m so sorry Sammie girl mommy misses you….

  • Patty

    I’m so grateful for this article. I’m not sure I deserve forgiveness yet because I feel so guilty over the loss of my precious Stewie. I had him for 12 years. When I first got him I was single and he was my first baby. I doted on him and treated him like my child. But then I got married and had two human children and poor Stewpot didn’t get the attention that he was used to, that he deserved. Stewie used to treat the whole world as his personal toilet no matter how hard I tried to train him otherwise. Eventually I would just get frustrated, yell at him, clean up the mess, and move on. He slept in my bed every night but I pushed him away from me because I was touched out from having a toddler and a baby to deal with.

    By the time I noticed he was sick, it was too late. Yep days after I took him to the vet, he had to be put to sleep. I’m not sure I can ever forgive myself. He was there for me when I had nobody else. But when Ib gaf a husband and children, I failed him. I’m so sorry baby. 😢😢😢

  • Anon

    This has haunted me for a long time and I just discovered this site and the comments below.

    Spencer came in to my life unexpectedly. I attended a Pug Rescue event just outside of Atlanta and off to the back of the pen where they had available rescues was this little pug. The volunteer on hand explained that they had a difficult time placing him. He was older, about 95% blind and was food allergic to everything (I had to special order Kangaroo for him online to eat). Someone had adopted him once and only kept him for a day. They drove all the way back to Atlanta from SC with him. Their reason for returning him was because he paced a lot in circles (how do people sleep at night). He seemed sad and lonely. Naturally, I had to step up.

    I worked with him a lot. I created a loving environment for him and allowed him to just be him. I made the trek to Jacksonville from just outside of Orlando in FL where I lived at the time to have his cataracts taken out. I cannot tell you how amazing it was to drive home with a dog who sat in my lap looking out the window as if he were seeing the world for the first time.

    Memorial Day weekend, I was off and home with him and my other two pugs. At the time, I had a pool in my backyard. Our yard was fenced in. Spencer knew of the pool’s existence and I was extremely careful with him when he would go outside before he had surgery. Spencer would never get near the pools edge, not even come close to it. I assumed that he would continue to keep his distance.

    I came home on a Friday and let the dogs outside to do their business. I stepped inside and turned my back for less than five minutes (in retrospect, I think I was grabbing a soda which was maybe fifty feet away). I came back outside and saw something floating in the pool. It took seconds to realize it was Spencer. I jumped in (clothes on, cellphone in pocket). He was gone.

    The guilt and shame that I still feel over his death has never gone away. I think of him everyday and still have his picture near my bed. I failed him. I failed the rescue people that believed (and I believed) I would take care of him. I am permanently damaged by remembering what his last moments must have been like and struggle at thinking he thought that even I had abandoned him at the darkest moment in his life. Did he suffer? What made him get near the end of the pool? Did something scare him? Did he have a stroke and fall in?

    To anyone that has never rescued an older dog, it is one of the most rewarding and meaningful events that life has to offer. I felt the love and appreciation he felt by being rescued every single day. I miss him. I wish anyone reading this peace and healing.

  • Nate

    I lost my sweet two year old Cavalier King Charles Spaniel on June 23. We were at a pond. She was playing fetch, retrieving a tennis ball from the water and from land. She was in a roped off area when swimming, that was only about 10-15 yards out from shore. It was a high of 80 degrees that day, not humid. I was swimming with my daughter in the deeper part of the pond for much of the time, but my dad was watching her and playing fetch with her. We were there for about an hour an a half when I noticed my younger daughter had picked her up and was holding her. She was shivering and seemed cold which seemed plausable as the pond water was cool. She was whimpering, but she does that often when she sees other people playing, as she wants to join in. We returned home about 30 minutes later, and as we set her down on the driveway, she was walking gingerly and urinated on the driveway as if she was weak and couldn’t control it. I took her for a bath but could feel her heart racing. She was having trouble standing. We quickly could see that she needed emergent help. We were in the car for about 2 minutes when her heart stopped. We were still over 20 minutes from the Emergency Vet. I performed CPR on her but by the time we arrived it was too late.

    I am overcome with guilt and sadness. I realized that I brought fresh water but was focused on playing with my kids and never put the water out for her. I don’t think that with those conditions she could have overheated, but maybe she overexerted. Some have said that she may have ingested blue green algea but I did not notice any in the pond. From what I’ve read, water intoxication could also be a possibility–she was small and fetched from the water several times and may have swallowed too much while fetching her ball. She was only two years old, much too young to leave us. I feel like my job as a pet owner is much like a parent, and my job was to give her the longest, healthiest, happiest life that I could, and I failed in that. My youngest child just finished kindergarten, and I thought that when he went off to college, she would still be home with us. She was an absolutely perfect dog for our family. Our kids are shattered, and it is so painful to see the hurt in their eyes. My wife and I are shattered as well. Every day I wake with a sick feeling in my stomach when I realize that this was not just some terrible nightmare. If ever I could do a day over again, this would be the day. If I would have had any clue that she was in danger, I never would have taken her to the pond that day, but we did so because we love her and wanted her to have fun and to be with us. If I could talk to her, I would tell her that I am sorry that I didn’t give her fresh water and I’m sorry that I didn’t pay more attention to how she was doing that day, that maybe I could have recognized that she was in trouble and gotten her help. I was so blindsided…one moment having so much fun and she was her normal, energetic self, and within 45 minutes of noticing any symptoms at all, she was gone. I am so sorry sweet Gabriella.

  • sandra mamo

    Yesterday my pom Bentley passed away. I didn’t know he was outside and just happen to go out to are garage to get something out of the freezer. I saw him lying out by the pool and called him but he just looked at me and I ran over and picked him up but he was limp but panting hard. My husband and I rushed him to the pet hospital but it was too late and he had organ failure and bleeding thru the skin. We are devastated because he was always by are side wanted to be everywhere we were including the pool and car rides. I feel so bad

  • Claire

    Thank you for your kind comment Lynn, you are so right about not being to think under sudden and extreme pressure – especially when it’s about someone you love so much. I am trying to be good to myself, and also thinking about other things like questioning some aspects of her care (there are more details which I haven’t gone into here). I hope you are feeling a little better now.

  • Federico Gonzalez

    Shane thank you for your kind words and prayers. It is now a week since my little dog died, and the pain and guilt hasn’t become any less , I’m sure it will take time and some forgiveness on our part in order to remember the good times and the fun times we had with our pets. Some people will say but it was just a dog, they dont truly understand because they dont have pets. Our pets are not just animals they truly become part of our family we see them as family members, these family members give everything of themselves without expecting anything in return. They are truly innocent in every imaginable way. That is why the pain, hurt and guilt of a beautiful pet runs so deep. I pray and hope that everyone here will eventually find peace again and forgive yourself for your loss, just remember you all truly love your family member very much that is the reason we all feel this sense of pain and guilt. So always keep in mind the love you also shared with your pet they also loved you in return. My prayers are with everyone’s pets and their owners who are wonderful human beings for having so much love and compassion to share with others and in need of these emotions.

  • Lynn

    Clare…I’m so sorry…my heart goes out to you. Something similar happened to me. I was out of town, and a vet recommended I put my baby down. It was sudden, and I didn’t ask enough questions either. It’s so hard to think clearly under that kind of extreme stress and pressure especially since you loved your fur baby so much. I hope you can find a way to be kind to yourself. Everyone reminds me that I made the best decision I could with the information I had.

  • Claire

    I didn’t cause my dog’s death but I feel so guilty. My gorgeous, loving girl died from heart failure 4 days ago at age 8, it was very sudden as the vets had told me she had kennel cough. She developed a cough a few weeks ago and they told me, on two visits, that it was kennel cough.

    I had no idea she was dying until she had a crisis in the night and I woke up to find her struggling to breathe and obviously in a very bad way. I rushed her to the emergency vet, who tried to stabilise her and took x-rays which showed her heart was hugely enlarged. I then drove her to my normal vets and they didn’t even examine her, they just told me I needed to have her put down right away.

    I was so shocked and distraught, I couldn’t even think straight. To make it worse I was on my own and had no-one to discuss things with. I just kept saying, “I don’t understand how she’s gone from kennel cough to this” and “Last night she was running around barking at the birds, how can this have happened?” They told me we were just incredibly unlucky.

    They were keen to euthanase her immediately. They asked if I wanted to be present and I said I didn’t exactly want to but I thought I should be there for my beautiful girl’s sake. But the vet said I was too distressed and it would be better for my baby if I wasn’t there. So I just let them take her.

    Ever since I have been overwhelmed with grief – first at losing my darling girl at just age 8, second that I never knew she was so sick, third that the vets got it so wrong and maybe we could have saved her. But most of all I now feel so guilty that I wasn’t with her. I had a few minutes to say goodbye but I was so upset I didn’t even say the right things to her. I was just in such shock. I should have changed my mind and stayed with her at the end, I can’t believe I let her go without me there to comfort her.

    Now I cannot get over this fact and I am just torturing myself. Despite everything I should have stayed with her to the end, she was my baby and my loyal loving girl. How could I be so cruel and cowardly? I feel like such a terrible person and a I desperately wish I could turn back the clock and do it differently. I want to go back to the vets and ask the questions I never had the chance to ask, but fear this would make it worse. I just feel like I can’t live with myself now, and like I will never get over making the wrong decision for my poor baby girl.

  • Lynn

    I understand about repeating things in your head… very hard. Try to be patient with yourself.

  • So

    Thanks you for your words Lynn…
    I have the scene in repeat in my head and I would love to stop thinking.
    I don’t even know who was driving. I never ask the peoples… I was shock with my dog in my arm rushing to the vet. But the person never stop.
    I don’t understand why it should be the wrong moment at the wrong place with the wrong attitude. In this street between the bar and the beach it’s a car every 30 mins, the reason why they drive so fast in this direct line. I should have know also about it.
    I don’t know how to get over it…really To guilty

  • Lynn

    I am so sorry for your loss. I lost my dog in a traumatic way, and I feel it was also my fault. She was my soulmate.

    Grief is hard, and grief with blame and regret is even more difficult. It will take time, but you will get better. You just have to take it one day at a time. Be patient with yourself.

  • So

    Hi everyone, thank you for sharing your pain and advices. I will try to explain my nightmare (but I’m French, don’t blame me for the mistakes).
    I don’t have an easy life but I had the easier dog ever…
    I lost my Mom, brother and father from differents circonstances. Since 19 years old I’m all by my own, my mom use to have a bichon yorkie that died also 6 months after her (sadness), she developped a fast cancer as my mother and she followed her.
    Now I’m 32, and 2 years ago, a friend decided to give me the best gift I could have never imagine…even I refuse it at the beginning because of my lifestyle: single Women, working girl and traveling a lot.
    But when he put this white teddy bear (mini bichon Maltese) in my hand I couldn’t resist. And she change my life. It wasn’t easy at the beginning, she was the weak one and never get enough milk from her mom. And she developed diabetes problem and almost died. I bring her to the vet at 10 by night and he explain me that they gave her to me to early. He said she had 50/50% of chance to survive but if she will, she will be the strongest one. He Also said that I cannot leave her alone not even 5 minutes, because she could have done crisis. I feet her as a real baby with honey and powder milk every 2hours for 2 months and she finaly survive because of our love.
    Our relationship become like a fusion, I was never without her, I traveled everywhere with her in her little bag (confi as a pilo). She was wild like me, no fear and a lot of love and energy. She was listening at me like a human. Stay, seat, kiss, wait…. we were speaking with the eyes. I went to party by night with her…she was never without me and she obei to everything just to be easy and to stay with me.
    I live in a island, and I rarely put her in leash…except when I got to town or in a too busy area, she stay in her bag in my shoulder all day long.
    Free in the bush she love to run after the goats and the cow. She loves the beach like me, her hobbies it’s to make holes and look for crabs.
    The 27 of June was a dramatic day of my life and I cannot recover from it.
    The 26 of June by night, I found her in the yard with a male, they spent only 5mins togheter but I get afraid of her getting pregnant because it was the timing. I start stressing myself because here there is no pills and the vet work with donations only. And I would have to go again in a other island to check her. I just traveled with her 10 days ago specially to do a rabbish vaccum to travel back with her. And all cost a lot of money that I don’t really have right now.
    I was little mad at her and worry and I wasn’t with her as normaly. A little more distant because I had a lot in my mind and that was an other big problem to resolve.
    (They cannot do écho here and they can only cut her to make the baby and cut the uterus…never wanted this option in case she was really pregnant).
    I decided to went to the beach with my Baby Girl, the beach next to the vet to might find a solution. And there is a little road between the beach and the bar where I ordered a food. I was waiting for my plate in the beach, my Lovely dog was always next to me but that time she was playing by her own with crabs. And me I was fighting by messenger with my roommate out of this island that put me in problems. Also my relationship with my boyfriend here was kind of complicate, my issue in life, my plan for the future (when all my life just broke after Irma hurricane). I had a messy mind, and I wasn’t concentrated at all. My plate never arrive and I decide to put my towel on and to cross the street (without thinking at all). She wasn’t next to me and I never realize that I had left her for 30 secondes alone in the beach front of the bar. She realize it and she decide to follow me running. And I was in the bar asking for my plate when a car stopped and asked me if it was my dog. I ran to the street and she was in the middle of the road insconciant and bleeding from her mouth but nothing else. I was shock and devasted of guilt, crying and praying and talking to her, begin her to say alive. I ask the people to drive me to the vet at 200 meters but she died during the shock…
    I never ever let her no where… I never ever travel without her. I never cross a street without her. She was with me everywhere all the time. And she was all I have…
    Why I should carry all the guilt plus the terribly sadness when my life was allready rude to me.
    One night, I was taking my shower outside, here there is no water in the house. And she escape herself to go to meet my boyfriend in his bar, 15mins walk far, by night, cars and big dogs. I was looking for her everywhere when my boyfriend finaly bring her back. She decided to leave me that night (for which reason? She was the most happy dog with her mommy), and nothing happened to her.
    I do one horrible mistake of one minute and I have to pay it for all my life… since 3 weeks, I stop living…eating, sleeping, smiling… and I cannot stop thinking. It’s like I killed my dog, the only person I had in my life. My soulmate, my baby, the best company and the best dog I will never have.
    I past trough hard step in my life… and I was just starting to trust life again. And I might trusted life and her too much finaly…
    How can I have done this terribly mistake. I never forgot her, but I feel like that time I forget her for less tam a minute and life make me pay it in the worst way…
    I have no more faith in life, and I hate myself. I loved her way too much…(everyone use to tell me it’s not a baby)…but yes she was.
    Now I’m also afraid to be mom after that happen. I was responsable of her and I just feel irresponsable.
    Don’t know how to deal and survive with it.

  • LeAnne

    I killed my baby. The guilt is horrible. I miss him so bad I can’t stand it. On September 18, 2015, I let my dogs out in the pen out front. I was about to let them back in when some friends came over and since they bark and are crazy I was going to wait a few minutes until everyone came in. I got distracted and he had a heat stroke. My other dog was fine. Hot, but fine. But Ernie jumps up and down nonstop and that helped put him into a heat stroke. The guilt and pain is horrible. I cry, my chest literally aches. It has been almost 3 years. He was my soul dog. My best friend. My companion. He hated it when I even went in the other room without him. He trusted me. He depended on me. We took him to the creek, hiking. We would take him to town with us..I would stay in the car with them just so they could go. If anyone came near me, he would try to destroy them. He was only 5#. He was my baby. My fur son. If I hadn’t forgotten. Who cares if he barked like crazy and wanted to bite company? I should have brought him in and put him in my bedroom. How could I forget? It didn’t even seem like that long. My friend was here for a short time to get something and they left. I sat on the porch steps beside the pen and chatted and then looked over and he was on his side……worst moment of my life. I will never stop hating my carelessness. I will never stop breaking. I won’t stop hurting over him until my heart stops beating. If you pray, please pray for me. I am not down all the time anymore, but when I do think about him, it hurts so bad and I cry and I hurt and it starts all over. Just not as long anymore. How could I have let this happen? :'( I love him so much. Not

  • Beth Waldridge

    I am so sorry for your loss and so sorry you are hurting.
    I appreciate your response so much. I am going to look up EMDR and EFT and hopefully this is something that can help me. Coach was our family dog. Our children have grown up with him. We got him as a puppy right after my father died and he was my comfort and always by my side. He was my giant lap dog. He loved nothing more than going to our farm and this is where he thought he was going the day he died. I miss him terribly.
    I hope you have peace soon. Again, I appreciate your response and am going to research now.

  • Sungazelle

    Dear Barry, murder is to kill someone on purpose. You would have never done that. In fact, you are tormented with guilt because of an accident. If you knew how things would turn out, you would have done them differently. And if you had put your dog down before you got to the vet, you would second guess that decision as well, wondering if your sweet girl could have been saved.
    We do the best we can with our imperfect selves. Not one of us can tell the future. But the love you gave your girl was a precious life that outweighs all the mistakes.
    Reading others stories have helped me a lot the last two months. Also, listening to meditations on death, grief, and regret.
    If we were perfect, we would do better. Because our intention was to do the best. And that is the love.

  • Lynn

    Hi Beth… I lost my dog 2 1/2 months ago. I have really been struggling also. There are a few techniques therapists use for post traumatic stress…. EMDR and EFT. The technique help people reframe their thoughts.

    One thing I have discovered is grief is different for everyone, and it is impacted by the circumstances around the death, the bond you had with your animal, the length of the relationship etc. My grief has been compounded by blame and regret. If I would have made a few different decisions my dog would likely still be here. She got the wrong help initially, and got the right help too late. Also, the vet convinced me to put her down when she still had a chance. It has been excruciating… she was my soulmate. I do feel I am better mentally than that was a month ago.

  • Lynn

    For those of you who lost your pets and feel it was your fault… how did you go on ? What did you do to heal ? How long did it take ?

  • Barry

    I took my beagle mix dog named Donut to Sequoia National Park last weekend. Donut was 13 years old and has had a history of seziures. I brought her to a trail called Moro Rock which is fairly steep with 400 steps to the top. We made it the first 200 steps but she was laboring. Selfishly I coaxed her up the last 200 steps. On the way down she went into a seizure caused by exhaustion and heat. During the next 3 hours she had multiple seizures as I finally got her to an emergency vet. After the death shot I had two thoughts. First what a selfish careless piece of crap I am for taking an elderly sick dog up this mountain and not stopping when I could tell she was struggling. Second thought was I should have smothered her instead of making her go through 3 torturous hours of continuous seizures before being put to death. I feel like I should be tried for murder. Any advice on this would be greatly appreciated.

  • Barry

    I took my beagle mix dog named Donut to Sequoia National Park. Donut was about 13 and has been a medication for seizures. I brought her to a trail called Moro Rock. It is 400 steps to the top of the trail. After 200 steps I could see she was laboring a bit. I coaxed her to go the last 200 to the top. On the way down she had a really bad seizure which led to many more. The amount of suffering she went through is huge. It took about 3 hours to get her to an emergency vet. After the vet gave her the death shot 2 thoughts went through my mind. If I wouldn’t have been so selfish and pushed my Donut to finish the 2nd half of the hike she would not have gotten heat exhaustion and started with the seizures. What kind of ahole pushes an elderly sick dog up a mountain when she is already struggling? My second thought was I should have smothered her rather than make her go through a torturous final 3 hours of continuous seziures. Any comments or thoughts would be much appreciated. Right now I feel I should be tried for murder.

  • Abby

    My heart goes out to all of u. I lost my 12 yr old yorkie poo a week and a half ago. My husband ran over her in our driveway. I feel so guilty for not picking her up when she came out the door. She always wondered out front but never went under the cars. My heart is so broken she was the love of my life.

  • Beth Waldridge

    I am wondering ways that help you cope after the traumatic loss of your pet. I feel like the pain will never stop. I have the image in my mind of finding my dear dog Coach and cannot get it out of my head. I keep wondering if he was in pain long before he died. It is eating me up inside. And then I just miss him so badly I can hardly cope. It has been six days and I feel like the pain will never cease. I appreciate any advice, links, anything to help. Thank you. Beth

  • Shane

    Fred, I am so sorry about the tragedy your family has suffered. I lost my dog a week ago tomorrow. I took him on a run in the heat of the day on one of the hottest days. He died in front of me either of heat stroke or heart attack I am assuming. I am grieving the same as you with horrible guilt and loss. I will pray for you when I pray for mu boy like I do several times a day.

  • Fred

    Wei I’m sorry for your loss, my pet’s name was Chompers, my kids gave her that name when I got her as a pup. She was with us for approximately 15 years a mixed chihuahua / pug the cutest lil thing. Well yesterday my wife and i left to a family gathering, so I left her in our backyard and she somehow crawled under a shed I thought I secured well enough to prevent her from leaving. My wife and I returned late in the evening and we couldn’t locate her we searched all through our neighborhood with no success. This morning I woke up with plans of placing her pic around the neighborhood and planned on going to the animal shelter. I began early in the morning searching for her once again as my wife was having a hard time with her disappearance. As I drove approximately 1 mile I saw a small dog that had been hit by a vehicle dog appeared dead from my distance, not fully aware it was my pet I kept praying that it want the closer I got. When I was finally there it was obvious that it was indeed my pet, immediately all sorts of emotions went through me , anger at my pet for escaping anger at myself for not securing that area better so she couldn’t get out, pain and hurt for how badly injured she was left there, sorrow, sadness for the thought of how she died and was left alone on the street wondering if she was still alive and how scared and lonely she may have felt. I returned home to retrieve a shovel and a bag as I could not just leave her there, I returned her home dug a hole in my yard and buried her in one of her favorite spots, she loved sitting on top of our couch and looking outside the window, now I even feel guilty for that because I had my wife train her not sit their any longer. I’m trying my best to cope with the pain and guilt I feel, my youngest is 24 my oldest is 30, they no longer live with us as they have chosen their own path in life, however we are a very close family and they would still visit with our pet. I dont know how to look at them in their face without feeling that I have left everyone down most importantly our family pet that by no fault of her own she was tragically killed. I’m crying as I write this, I have never felt this kind of guilt I hope one day I can forgive myself and come to some form of understanding that I never meant for that small life to end in such a horrific death, I cant get the image out of my head, and it is breaking my heart thinking about her. Good luck to you Wei and God bless your pet. I thank everyone for having thos forum

  • Beth Waldridge

    I am crying as I read both of your posts. Our 8yr old dog coach jumped in my car when my son opened the door to get something. He didn’t realize Coach jumped in the car. I found him dead two hours later. I thought Coach went with my son. We are all so devastated. I can’t hardly contain my grief. I miss him so much and then the guilt and the image of him laying in my car is terrible. I just don’t know how to cope 🙁

  • Shane

    Glen, I am so sorry for your loss. I now we are grieving at the same time because it is so fresh. I have been really trying to think of all the good things we provided for our boy. All the good times and memories and love. Sometimes I feel better but then i know I will never get those ever again. I hope we can both grieve and heal. I hope we can do this in a healthy way. You are really in my thoughts and prayers Glen. It is a horrible thing to go through my friend. Please feel free to talk to me anytime. I find comfort in your words. I don’t feel so alone.

  • Glen

    Two days ago my dog of 14 years got killed, he was run over by a visitor to the farm yard. I was away working in a field 30 mins away. When I got the call from my father that he was run over I asked if he was still alive, and he was. I raced home as fast as I could but didn’t make it in time. My mother says he was looking around then laying his head down, then looking around again ect for about 25 mins. I know he was looking for me and I wasn’t there for him. I buried him yesterday, but I don’t feel any better. Im going to say the same sentence as your last sentence. I feel like I will never be able to forgive myself for failing my dog that I loved so much.

  • Wei

    My six year old doberman was put to sleep over a month ago. He had liver issues and the vet recommended me to put him to sleep but I was selfish and asked for one more week with him at home and wished that he would miraculously get better. On the 4th day into the week, he started having trouble eating so I could not give him his medication. I was devastated. I left for work that morning thinking about my dog and while in the office, I made the choice that I would bring him to the vet and have him put to sleep. I left the office in the morning and went home to pick him up. Even though he was all bones at this point with a protruding stomach due to water buildup, he still wagged his tail and slowly made his way to the car. He was probably expecting a trip to the park and was excited since I haven’t taken him outside because he was sick. I cried while I was at the vet hospital the whole time. My heart was broken when the vet tech injected him with sedatives and i saw him slowly unable to stand and eventually laid down on the floor sedated. I know he probably did not feel any pain but I was crying uncontrollably at this point. When the final injection was done, I had lost it. His heart stopped and I was there just crying over his body. My parents are Asians and they do not understand why I would cry over an animal. It’s been over a month and I still cannot bear to watch any dog videos or see any pictures of dogs. I have his final paw prints and I cannot look at them without crying. I am crying as I am typing this. The guilt and grief I feel are so bad that I developed physical symptoms of nausea and dizziness a week after his passing.

    I hope one day I can get over this. I love the memories and my boy but sometimes I wonder if all of it is worth it in the end.

  • Shane

    Thank you for the kind loving words Keith. They really help. I’m very sorry for your loss as well. We just love them so much and to think how preventable it was is heartbreaking. I know though that hindsight is 20/20. Thank you for the reply. It meant a lot.

  • Keith Randall

    I really do feel your pain. My dog died a little over a month ago. He was hit by a car in front of our home. He was going to say hello to a couple of boys across the street. In the blink of an eye your life changes. I knew the danger of leaving him off a leash but convinced myself nothing would ever happen.It is so true. All they want to do is please their owner. The hurt will be very raw for a little while but it does get better. I do think about my boy every day. It is a painful lesson to learn but you must move on . Grieve how you see fit and for however long it takes. I cried for days; but it should get better. I caused my boy to lose his life. I just try to live the 2 other dogs that I have. It’s all you can do. Do something in memory of your boy. We put together a big flower pot and decorated the outside and called it Nash’s Garden. It keeps my boy in my thoughts. It is so hard but you will get through it.

  • Shane

    Yesterday I killed my dog. I was busy all morning so I decided to go for a 3 mile run in the heat of the day. I have 3 dogs but only take two because they are healthy. The two dogs just love to run, When I put my clothes and shoes on they go crazy because they want to come along. I knew it was hot but figured it was only 3 miles and they are use to that fairly easy. We started with a walk then ran the 3 miles. I could tell he was tired, we all were. He would lay and rest for a second then get back up. We actually finished our run and was on our way back home walking on the lead. I let him rest then he would get back up and come along. But one time he got up and he was very wobbly on his feet. I immediately picked him up to carry him the rest of the way home. But then he went limp in my arms. I know had heat stroke and it is all my fault. It all happened so fast. One minute he was looking at me panting, the next he dies. I shouldn’t have taken him, seen the signs of distress or been a better protector. I ran home with him in my arms to cool him off and hopefully recover. He was dying in front of me. I did CPR for 15-20 minutes but he was dead and I cant take it back. I’m so ridden with guilt and feel so ashamed that this happened. I failed my little boy and all he wanted to do was please me and keep up. It just happened yesterday and right now I feel like I will never be able to forgive myself for failing my dog that I loved so so much. He was my friend and family.

  • Shelley

    Oh susan. You story broke my heart. I left my chihuahua out and she was old and I went out and I found her dead when I came home yesterday. I have so much guilt and pain and I am sorry you have experienced this too

  • helen galland

    thank you She Blossoms, i looked and looked online for people who might understand the emotional pain i am going through and here are dozens of people who are feeling just the same as me at the same time.My baby was a pet sheep, Amber, the most intelligent loving animal ive ever come across. She only had a short life with me (she was 3) and i lost her to (i believe) inhalation pneumonia exactly a week ago. and i think that is what wrangles me so much- i had planned our future lives- we would grow old together, she would help me through the loss of the older animals, but instead she went first to go and i wasnt ready. There is no good time to die, and i know we all go but i think one of the things i am having to come to terms with is the future is not what i had envisioned- it will now be one without her in it, and that torments me. The first few days after her death i blamed everyone, including myself- for not seeing she was ill soon enough, for not being able to cure her, for doing something to cause the illness- then the vet- for refusing to visit (i live on a remote island and told them i had savings to pay for them to come but they were short staffed and had other “horse emergencies” occupying their time), for not sending out the right mediciations, for not curing her; my friends- for making me look after their animals while they were away when i should have been spending that time with my own animal (their animals are all still alive but my girl is dead!)-, for work – for making me cook for a dinner party when i should have been home with her, even the garage- who has had my car for 3 months forcing me to cycle everywhere in gale force winds- to and from my friends, to work, to the plane to get the meds the vet sent over- all time consuming, time wasted and not on my beloved pet. I think this anger stems from the “i wish i had spent more time with her” feeling. It seems to happen to us all- we all get a busy period in our life- we say to our pet “just give me this week baby and i’ll spend all day with you at the weekend” only for some terrible accident mean they dont make it to the weekend and we are wracked with guilt of the “if only”. A week has passed, the absolute crippling pain is dissipating, i dont burst into tears every few minutes when something reminds me she is not here, but i still visit that place other readers will be going to many many times- i call it “ShudaWudaCuda Land”. No matter how many times we try to rewrite history we can never change the outcome. I am told n time i will come to accept this and stop beating myself up in SAWACA Land. At the moment that place feels like the only remaining connection i have to her- to keep replaying the last week of her life over and over again. At first i did think i shouldnt be alive anymore, i should follow my pet as some kind of compensation. It seems that is a normal emotion too, and will become less over time. I never want to use my animals as learning experiences but one thing losing Amber has done is made me realise that antibiotics are not the be all and end all- i will always use anti inflammatories whenever i use an antibiotic in future- and it would never have ocured to me to do so before- vets send out bottles of antibiotic (for general problems) but never send out anti inflammatories to be used at owners discretion- yet they seem to be vital for a better chance of recovery. Sorry my darling Amber, i hope i gave you a better life than you would have had if id left you starving on that land 3 years ago, i hope you discovered the joy of being stroked, the taste of biscuits and the freedom to be you. I love you.

  • Shelley

    It has been almost a week since I had to make the heartbreaking, most difficult decision of my life to euthanize my 5 month old beautiful, loving, amazing little boy, Pumba. i can’t take the guilt and remorse. I had the chance to save him and I missed it. He was neutered on Sunday and then very active on Monday. I tried to keep him quiet but with two sisters, also 5 months, it was somewhat difficult. Tuesday he was quiet and I thought it was because he overdid it on Monday. I made him an appointment on Wednesday but he seemed to be better in the morning. Why did I cancel it? If I would have taken him in, I’m sure I would still have him. I did take him to my vet on Thursday morning and they said he was a very sick boy. Gave him a shot to stop the vomiting and an antibiotic. He said to watch him but to take him to the hospital if he vomited again. We came home and he did drink some. I fell asleep in the evening and felt his head on my shoulder in bed and immediately got up and took him the Vet hospital. His temp was 104, his intestines were all swollen, he was lethargic and soon to have blood diarrhea. His white blood cell count continued to go down over the next 24 hours, his glucose dropped to 32 (shouldn’t be under 60). He was on constant pain meds through an IV. They offered options (blood transfusion, feeding tubes, transfer to a specialist) and as much as I wanted to scream YES DO IT, I couldn’t do it to him. I think when he came to bed and laid on my shoulder, he was asking for my help. I will never forget the last trusting look he gave me. I held him and told him how sorry I was, that I loved him. I was screaming for him to come back, to let me go back to Wednesday when I am sure if I had acted that day, he would still be here. I love him to the moon and back. I have over 500 videos and pictures of him and his siblings. I helped their mom deliver the litter here in my house. I love you so much Pumba. I miss you so much. I want to hold you again, kiss you, play with you! I would give anything to have you back here with me.

  • Kim

    My heart goes out to you. I am approaching the 1 year mark of the day I ran over my 13 year old pup. She was the first Christmas gift I gave my husband when we married. I was a complete mess for the next week and spent a lot of time where we buried her just talking to her. Your pain will ease and will likely pop back up briefly when you don’t expect it then fade again. Find solace in the knowledge that you loved her well while she was alive and that she loved you. Sending hugs and comfort.

  • Anowa

    Thank you, Mary. This site has been really helpful for me. It’s gotten easier with time to process and slowly let go of the guilt. I still get sad whenever I look at the spot in the driveway where she died but I try to focus on good the memories of her. I hope everyone here also finds some peace and relief from sharing.

  • Faye

    My heart just breaks for your family and especially for your wife. She will need support to get to the other side, but it is possible to get there and somehow accept the awful tragedy. I have been there and after 3 years I still carry the sadness of causing the disappearance of my cat. The raw feeling has healed and I did eventually learn to forgive myself. I hope your wife is able to find a way to be kind and forgiving to herself just as she would be to another person who made a tragic error. My thoughts go out to her.

  • Lynn

    I am so sorry for your loss. My dog died tragically, and I feel it was my fault as well. It’s very hard.

  • Susan

    I lost my two Pomeranians yesterday and am overwhelmed with the guilt. They were two sisters I rescued from a puppy mill 13 years ago. Their health had deteriorated and I knew we were close to end of life with them both. I let them outside with my Chihuaha in the afternoon because they all liked to be outside. I started cleaning the garage and forgot they were out there. There is lots of shade back there, but I forgot. When I remembered a few hours later I let them in. The Chihuahua came running in but not the Poms. I went looking for them and found they had each died under a tree. I never thought being outside would have been too much for them and can’t believe I forgot them out there. They didn’t have long to live and I’m glad they were able to go together in their own backyard, but I feel horrible. I’m so sorry my sweet Emma and Eli.

  • Susan

    I am devastated. Today it was hot, but I have lots of shade in my backyard. I had let my two Pomeranians and Chihuaha mix out to play in the back yard while I was cleaning out the garage. The Pomeranians are 13 and in horrible health but I didn’t think it would be a problem. I got busy and forgot about them. When i remembered I went to let them in and my Chihuahua came running in, but not the Pomeranians. I looked and they had both died under a tree. I know it was my fault for leaving them out. I can’t believe I forgot. It is Texas so it was hot. I will never forgive myself for forgetting.

  • Diem

    Today, I lost my baby girl. She was the first fur baby that was my very own. My husband and I loved and spoiled her as we don’t have children of our own yet. She turned 5 months on Friday. She loved our backyard, but we had to keep her on a yard leash as it’d stormed days ago and some of the posts in our fence bared openings. We were waiting for our landlord to fix it. I always check on her and lately, she’d been getting tangled up on an old tree stump and an old jungle gym (my cousin in law is a roommate and has a son). I moved the post to her yard leash because I didn’t want her to get wrapped up and choke.

    Today, my worst fears came true. I went outside to bring her in to eat and cool off. I saw her laying by the bushes and it looked as though she was asleep. I called out to her, she didn’t move. I begged for her to wake up. She wouldn’t. I cried for my husband to come help. He did chest compressions on her for 30mins and she wouldn’t wake up. I begged for her not to leave me. I told her I was sorry, but please don’t leave me. DH did all he could do, but there was no bringing her back.

    I feel immense guilt and shame. My heart is completely broken. I just want her back.

  • Nick

    Im so sorry to hear that a similar situation happened yesterday. My wife son and i ran to the store to get floaters for our pool and we took the dogs with us. When we pulled in the driveway and parked I swear everyone jumped out. The neighbor’s were doing fireworks and i thought shadow… our 13 year old baby girl got scared and went to the basement like she always does. We played in the pool for a couple hours. That was too long we killed our best friend. Im heartbroken and full of regret

  • ross

    My wife, 2 year old daughter, and i lost our sweet baby boy Sunday, Fathers Day. It was the most horrific accident. I had been across the street with my father and brother visiting. I came home to get an allergy pill from my truck. Windows were up and it was hot so i took the pill box out and walked to the fridge in my garage. Took and Drink then walked back to the truck, shut the door and got on my four wheeler to head back to my dads house. I didn’t know Jack (My Boxer) was outside lounging around. While i was getting a drink he must have jumped in the truck and i didn’t even know it. It was 90 degrees that day. My wife and daughter were taking a nap. They had no idea i even stopped at home. I had planned on coming back after a little bit to get them up and go swimming in our pool. My poor sweet boy Jack, he was five years old, was cooked to death in the front seat of my truck in the driveway and i didn’t even know it. My wife and i are so devastated.its so hard not to feel like it was my fault. i loved him so much. there is nothing i wouldn’t do to get him back. this feeling of pain and guilt is so overwhelming. We loved our dog so much. He loved us and loved his sister so much its just unbelievable how something so stupid as to not even notice he was in there when i shut the door. i never even looked in the truck, i thought he was inside. its killing me. so sorry to anyone who has lost a pet and/or been involved in their pets death. he was our best friend. i say that with all honesty he meant everything to us. please rest easy Jack. Dad, Mom and Vivian Love you so much

  • Diane

    I am so sorry for your loss. The brain can play crazy mind games on us. As you’re searching for an answer, your brain creates an answer for you. I know this from experience after watching my dog get crushed by a speeding pickup (my story is down below). I would get better and then suddenly take 3 steps back because I realized some other sign I should have noticed or some other command I should have tried to make her come back quicker. I couldn’t sleep in my bed, it still had her imprint. I would wake up screaming in my guest bed because I’d see a bunched up blanket and think it was her dead body. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her lifeless eyes staring back it me. It was horrible. I too have had pets die before and been fine, but Zoe was just different. Then one day I was half awake and as normal the flashbacks all started, but they were a little different. Each could of/should of scenario that I had been beating myself up about played back in my head, but this time the final result was worse than what had actually happened. That’s when I realized that we just do the best we can with the knowledge available at the time. We have no idea if what we thought we heard or saw or did differently would have made a difference. It was a perfect storm of events that caused our dog’s death, not one single act we did alone. We do what we can with the knowledge we have and we leave the rest to God (or the universe depending on your beliefs.)

    I think it’s important to fully go through the grieving process to allow yourself to heal. It takes a different amount of time for each person, I think it was about 2 months before I came to terms and allowed myself to begin forgiving myself, but weeks after that to stop crying randomly. To get there, I kept a journal and wrote every disjointed thought, and created a picture collage and a memory box with her favorite stuff on my dresser. Now a year later there are still moments that take my breath away and make my eyes well up, but as a whole I’m pretty adjusted. Zoe is my angel dog in heaven and she taught me so much about living life to the fullest that I will be forever grateful.

  • Mary

    Thank you. I am still struggling. I thought it was getting better and then I had a flashback to that night and remembered I had heard a big “plunk” noise in the pool and never connected the dots because I was preoccupied with something really stupid. Now I can barely sleep in my room where I heard it and wake up with anxiety first thing in the morning. Ive lost several pets in this life and handle it well, but this is something totally different. I hope you are doing better.

  • Mary

    ‘ omg I am so soooooo sorry. I loved my dog more than anything and looking back, I remember more than one time I thought “omg I could have forgotten he was in the car” because I got distracted or preoccupied. I was fortunate to not have gone through this. My dog did drown in a pool a couple of weeks ago and I’m struggling a great deal lot with it and still trying to get passed the “I should have…”

    Please know there are animal lovers out there who have empathy for you and how this feels.

  • Brian

    Hi everyone. Two days ago, my 7-month-old baby bulldog died due to poisoning. his name was Nemo, and he was Nina’s life partner, another Bulldog of the same age with whom they shared their lives since they were newborns. I acquired both together and I took care of them, I saw them grow up and I gave them all my possible love. I had never in my life felt a relationship of love and care with someone like I felt with Nina and Nemo. Last Sunday, I gave them access to my backyard (like every day) to play and have fun. at 7pm I saw that they had black ink in the claws and mouth. I did not think it was a bad thing, because they were usually stained with dirt, ink, dust, etc. I forbade them access for that day and later I went out to see a friend. I served them some water at 2am and I saw that they were very calm and drinking lots of water. I did not notice anything out of the ordinary. Nemo looked like he was perfectly fine !! That same morning I served them their croquettes, I went to their room and I opened the door for them to go out to breakfast, but something very unexpected happened … Nina left but Nemo did not! I waited 6 seconds for it to come out and in that moment I knew that some terrible thing had happened. I entered the room and observed the worst image of my life: Nemo lying motionless on the floor, without breathing and with blood near his mouth. apparently since yesterday he consumed a poison that my gardener was using in the backyard, which I had no idea he was using it and he never warned me. I resent him, I resent myself. I miss my baby, and even though I was not with him for years, I took care of him day after day as if he were my son. He extremely cute, with a unique personality full of joy that did not deserve any of this, he was just a baby! the worst of all is that he has left behind his life partner and me with a broken heart. I miss him a lot and he did not stop thinking that if I could go back in time I would have made things totally different. everything was so sudden and so tragic that I still do not believe that this is how things happened … I cant stop thinking and asking myself what if i have paid extra attention? What if i have restrained the access to the backyard? What if i have wondered more about the ink on their skins? What if..? I feel so guilty and i miss you so much Nemo. Please forgive me. Im sorry. Rest in peace, my baby. I love you.


    I left my 12 year old dog in the hot car today when I was at work. She hasn’t been coming to work with me for the last few years very often because it’s loud and she’s started disliking it, but my hubby was riding his bike to work so put her in my car. I took the kids to school, was late for a meeting and dashed in leaving the windows up having completely forgotten she was in the back lying down. I came out 2 hours later to get my lunch (which I had also forgotten in the car) and no sign of her…sadly had she sat up or anything I would have seen her. When I came back a couple hours later I found her on my drivers side floor, and I don’t know if I can ever forgive myself. I’ve had her since she was just weeks old and my kids and I are just devastated.

  • MW

    I put my dog down a couple of weeks ago. She was diagnosed with a tumor about 7 months ago. The vet told us we could diagnose her tumor but it would cost $500+ or we could do surgery which would be about $1500 but there was no point based on her xrays and the fact that she wasn’t eating as much. The eating thing is how we originally diagnosed her. She is a beagle and never shied away from any food. Suddenly she only ate once a day instead of twice. We were told to try to keep her eating, and once she stopped that was it. So we did, switching up her food every few weeks. Worked for almost 8 months. Then she stopped eating. At that point we picked a day to take her in to get her put down.. and that day was horrific. She was so scared. So skinny, and so bloated with tumors, but what I was doing to her that last few minutes of her life was the most scared she had been. She didn’t get it, all she knew was we had taken her to a place that smelled of strange animals, disinfectant, and death. And instead of holding her while she took her last breath, I let her lay on the floor with strangers, because I was too afraid of what would happen. She was dying because I had paid them to kill her, and she was so afraid. This wasn’t an accident. I did it on purpose. I paid for them to kill her and I couldn’t even comfort her.. There is nothing I can say in my defense. Forgiving myself is impossible.

  • Mary

    I am so soooo sorry. Please know that this could have happened to me or a lot of other dog lovers. I drive by my friends dog who does the same thing with my car and NEVER would expect this to happen. My neighbors dogs always chase my car and I just drive slowly and she tells me “just drive and they’ll get out of the way.” I know this doesn’t ease the pain of the loss, but I just wanted you to know that it could have easily been me and a couple other dog owners i know in this situation and I LOVE dogs. I lost my dog recently to drowning and am struggling tremendously with guilt, so I’m also familiar with that kind of pain. Take care <3

  • Anowa

    I ran over my dog 3 hours ago. She died. I can’t stop crying. She was 11years old. She used to run to the gate whenever anyone got home and walk so close to the car I was always scared my mum or sister would run over her one day. I never in a million years imagined it would be me that killed her. I started driving 10months ago.
    Tonight I got home and the security man was not in. So I got out to open the gate and was surprised to see her there. Especially because since she got older she recently stopped coming to the gate to greet us. So I said hello in that high baby voice I use with her that makes her wag her tail and gave her quick scratch behind the ears. I got in the car and drove extra slow because I noticed she was walking close to the car as usual. When I felt the first bump I actually wondered what it was because I was driving too slow for it to possibly be her. Then I heard a second bump and looked back in the rear view mirror to see her stuck on the ground in so much pain. She couldn’t even get up. Within minutes she was gone. And the fact that I know how painful that must have been killed me. I’m not a vet but I am a doctor and I’m pretty sure I crushed her pelvis. Like humans there are major vessels and nerves in that region and she probably bled internally and painfully. I’m halfway through a bottle of wine. I’m so heart broken. My mum got her for me as a puppy when my dad died 11years ago. I loved her so much. And she loved me. She was trying to get closer to me and I killed her. I have to go to work at the ICU tomorrow morning. And I can’t use this as an excuse to not go because it’s unheard of to be so attached to a pet in my country. Not to mention I would never be taken seriously again as a doctor here. It helps to know I’m not alone from the comments at least. Thank God for autocorrect. It’s taken me twice as long to type this because I’m actually quite tipsy already. Rest In Peace, my love. I’m so sorry. I love you.

  • Elie

    Mary I am so sorry for your loss. I’m dealing with a very similar situation. My 14yo yorkie drowned in the pool 4 weeks ago and the pain is unreal. If you scroll down, there is an article posted by Laurie dated June 3rd. Read and reread. Take care.

  • Mary

    I’m struggling quite a bit with the loss of my 14 yo last week because he drowned in a pool. This is one of the saddest things I have ever experienced, he was the sweetest, most gentle dog I have ever met. I rescued him 7 yrs ago after he had been severely neglected and abused. He warmed up to me very quick, but was incredibly fragile emotionally and very dependent on me, which I was okay with, and babied him like crazy. The day I lost him I knew we didn’t have a lot of time left together and he ate steak and went on a nice hike with me at the park. Later we had a watch party at our house for a basketball game and it was really stressing him out. I had left the game and went up the stairs to do stupid and narcissistic things on Facebook. I could hear him crying because he was stressed about all of the people being over (this was becoming much more frequent for him in older age) and also heard his little paws trying to climb up the stairs and not succeed because he was old and weak. I thought “I better get off of Facebook because this is narcissistic and not ignore the the poor guy.” Part of me was also starting to get a little overwhelmed with how stressed he was getting over things. Someone else started petting him and comforting him, so I thought “ok, he’s preoccupied, I can do this for a few more minutes.” I didn’t hear him again and got sucked into the stupid things I was doing and forgot about him for some time.

    People had left a little later and I started looking for him and didn’t see him in the rooms. I didn’t see him in the fenced in back yard and my heart dropped. I KNEW. I ran over to exactly where he was at the bottom of the pool. I feel so incredibly awful knowing I ignored him in distress and it feels impossible to get over or accept that I made that choice earlier in the night with this intuitive feeling that I shouldn’t have been doing it. He only fell into the pool once years ago and avoided it ever since, but I had this nagging thought that he shouldn’t end up back there alone, yet he was too often. I didn’t realize someone let him out that last night and was usually pretty good about checking on him if I didn’t hear him bark to come in, but I didn’t know or notice he wasn’t in. Out of everything I did for him, it feels like I blew it all by letting him suffer and die terrified and alone.

  • RJ

    I lost my sweet golden retriever princess of 13 years on Saturday and I feel like there’s things I could have done to prevent it, I keep getting stuck on the what ifs. When she was quite young she occasionally got muscle spasms and became slightly paralyzed before being able to walk. I think it happened a total of 4 or 5 times in her middle years, we took her to the vet but bc it was infrequent and didn’t exactly appear to be seizures, nothing came out of it (I wish we had pushed for x rays then). She had a fatty growth on her neck appear when she was 10 that the vet said was harmless and there was no point in removing it since it didn’t obstruct her breathing, so when she was 12 and a mammary tumor appeared we paid it no mind. It grew and bothered her but we kept pushing off the vet bc we never really were consistent with the vet due to money reasons (we aren’t in the best health either and would push of the dr for ourselves so it was even harder for the dogs). And then one month before she passed we took her to the vet bc she was a little incontinent and to finally check up on her. I was already fearing the worst since then. But when they checked her she was great outwardly, always a dog that lit up a room. She was a sassy yet elegant girl. So we got an estimate for her surgery, and we tried saving up the money but work got complicated and we couldn’t do it the next paycheck as planned. Since then she also started declining steadily, being able to walk less and less. I cared for her 24/7 in the end, hand feeding, helping her walk to pee, petting her, cleaning up her accidents. When we took her to the vet 6/9/18, we ran some blood work and x rays. We took her on her bed and her favorite toy, and her dog sister said goodbye in the car bc “just in case”. She had some spinal degeneration explaining her mobility issues, and her kidneys were much smaller than they were supposed to be. The vet was talking about what we could do (surgeries, she was still potentially a candidate for it, wheelchairs, etc) when she suddenly stopped breathing. Before that she had become fecal incontinent for the 1st and last time, and her breathing brew labored rapidly (she began dying and we hadn’t even noticed). The vet looked at her gums and went “Why are you so pale?” right before she stopped breathing and then asked me if I wanted her to commence CPR and I said no. She had stopped breathing but her heart kept beating so I agreed to the euthanasia. I just thought about how her last month had deteriorated and her quality of life had gone down. And I thought that she had chosen to pass then bc she knew we were willing to fight for her even though we weren’t financially ready and she was in a lot of pain from what was most likely lymphoma, and she saw we weren’t going to let her go so she chose to go. And now that she’s gone I’m just wishing we had taken to her to the vet as soon as I saw that godforsaken mammary tumor. Or that I had spayed her. Or if I had said yes to CPR and gone in to even more debt. But would have that changed anything? Would that have just prolonged her suffering at that point? Would that have only given us another 24 hours? 24 minutes? I guess I’ll never really know. All in all she had a really really good life, and if a dog could choose a way to die, in her owners arms being peppered with kisses surrounded by family is a good way to go. I just miss her so so much. I grew up with her and her absence is deafening. She was a one of a kind dog, I just wish I had been more preventative with her vet care regardless of the cost. Rest easy sweet angel, I’ll see you again.

  • Keith Randall

    I am so sorry for your loss Tara. Grieve as long as you need to but at the same time start forgiving yourself. Keep remembering that you gave Samantha a wonderful loving family and never wanted anything but the best for her. I think we both learned a lesson as hard a way as we could, by losing a pet that we loved so much. The best thing we can do is learn from our mistakes and be better for our remaining babies that are still with us. I hope you start finding some peace. Take care!!

  • Jasmin

    Thank you too. It really does help to hear, that this happens to a lot of people. Yes, I think the best thing we can do is to take responsibility for the things we should have done different, learn from them and with the time forgive ourselves because we never wanted such a thing to happen and just remember our dear pets with lots of love. I wish you lots of strength. Thank you very much, you too.

  • Tara

    I lost my 2 1/2 year old Samantha this week in such a similar way. She was the most adorable, loving, spirited quirky girl. I and my two babies were thrilled we were getting to go out and drive to a school yard to play when i got home from work. Planning on leaving immediately i left the garage door open. I let them out like i have a hundred times but she must have been extra excited and she ran all the way into the street. It is a very quiet street but a lawn crew truck was at the exact spot to instantly kill her. We loved each other more than is imaginable and i cant believe i thought it was safe to let them run out of the house to get in the car. They were so well behaved in front but shes just a little girl who doesnt understand the dangers and i was supposed to protect her. My dogs are my beloved family members and i do so much to give them the healthiest funnest most loved lives. All i wanted was to take them to the school to play and if i had just closed the garage door she would get the long happy life she deserved. I dont know how to find my way out of this guilt and torment about her life being cut so short. Part of me feels i deserve to be in misery forever. Now i see a dog is never completely safe off leash and i think if i continued believing that a tragedy would have happened eventually. From the day we got her from the rescue as a puppy she exceeded
    all hopes we had and had the happiest best personality. How did this happen to that sweet angel? All because i got complacent that nothing really bad could happen and they never went past the yard then ran back into the garage to get in the car. But not the day i cant turn back.

  • Day

    This morning when I want off to office. I saw Lila is not under my car, so that I went in my car and reversed. At that moment, I’m shocked because I feels like I hit something, just like I over reversed my car and hit a road curb. I am hoping it’s not Lila and it is the plate or whatever under my car as long as it’s not Lila but unfortunately it’s really is Lila accidentally I hit. I feel so guilty because me and my cousin just pet her 1 week ago. We adopt, we don’t shop. I feel so guilty because I hit my cousin’s dog. Yes it’s not my dog, it’s was my cousin’s dog. I stay with my relatives since I have no house in a city.

    I had apologies to my cousin, tell her that I’m really sorry but my cousin didn’t answer me, it’s make me even feel more guilty. She just said, it’s already happened what to do? I am very sad. All the way I drove to office, I cried! I cried very hard. Why Lila? Why? I didn’t expect Lila was so fast go back under my car. It’s not even 5 second I saw her before I went in my car and I already hit something that so preciously. I really don’t know what to do now. I’m blank. I don’t know how to face my cousin, my aunt & uncle. I’m so shame of myself! If I could turn back the time, for sure I will double check her again to make sure she’s not under my car.

    Lila! I’m really really sorry! We’re not communicate even 2 weeks but you already gone because of my careless. Lila, I’m really sorry. I hope you can forgive me, Lila. If I could turn back the time, I will really check you again and again just to make sure you’re safe. :'(

  • Priscilla

    We just rescued Mimi a couple weeks ago and I had already grown incredibly attached to her. She was so young that I had to bottlefeed her and had just advanced to being able to eat by herself. She was the sweetest puppy ever.
    We lost her this morning. I am so heartbroken and feel like it is entirely my fault.
    She was more active at night so I was the one who tried to stay up with her. Last night she was in her house but she started to cry so I knew she had to go potty – I let her out and she went straight to her pad. Mimi didn’t like to be put back into her house until after she fell asleep so I let stay on the couch with me. As we were both dozing off she curled up fell off the couch which is no more than a foot off the ground. She went into shock and I believe she began to have a seizure. I freaked out and woke up my parents to help me. We drove to the emergency vet as I tried to give her cpr. I was able to feel her body slowly go limp in my arms. The vet took her right away and gave her oxygen and made sure she was warm. The vet said she was reacting to the treatment and had a plan to try make her have a full recovery. As she stepped out the second time to give us an update the nurse came out to get the vet. The dr came back out and gave us the bad news.
    I can’t stop thinking that it’s my fault. That if I wouldn’t have been dozing off then none of this would’ve happened. I’m so heartbroken my body feels weak.
    My family says it’s not my fault but I can’t seem to believe that. I feel I’m the cause of her short life.

  • Keith Randall

    Thanks for your response. It makes me realize that this sort of thing happens to someone every day. The hurt isn’t as raw now but I am constantly reminded of Nash which I guess isn’t a bad thing. You are right. It was a perfect storm of things that caused it to happen. As the human I was responsible. In hindsight if it were my 4 year old daughter, I would never let her wander around by a busy street.I accept responsibility and have to be better the next time. I have to love my 2 other dogs and hope the pain subsides. Hope you find some peace with the loss of your cat. Take care

  • Jasmin

    I feel you so much! I just can‘t get over the fact, that my Sweet little cat had such a short life. He was only a year and a half, almost still a baby! And all this because of my foolishnes. I remember feeling so awful once dir accidently Stepping on his little paw, but there I cuddle him and Tell him im sorry and now I accidently caused his Death and it just overwhelmes me. When I Look back at it now, I See all the danger and all the details that I should have done different or shouldn‘t have done at all. But I try to keep telling myself that at this moment, I thought I had the situation under Control und Never would have done that, knowing what I know now. And also that this was just an awfully terrible Moment of several things coming together. Of Course, this exact Thing wouldnt have happened if you wouldnt have put him of the leash, but this also wouldnt have happened if the car wouldnt have come by in this exact Moment, and also if the driver would have stopped and also if the boys wouldnt have Been there and so on . I know it doesnt really take away the pain and grief, but maybe iit puts your guilt in another Light. I too can’t get these horrible Images of my baby in pain, fear, not understandng whats happening and life slowly leaving his little body out of my head, I just Hope that it will get better with time. But for now I just dont know how To cope with all that and get on with my life.
    I hope that you will soon forgive yourself for being human and be able To just cherish the lovely time you had together, without all this guilt.

  • Violet

    My cat has died from cancer and it is entirely my fault. Last year I found a lump on her side and I told myself it was just a harmless cyst like a previous cat had had. I kept ignoring it, living in denial, thinking I’ll take her to the vet “one of these days” and have it removed. When I finally took her to the vet, it turned out to be cancer. And I was still in denial about the extent of it. When I picked her up after surgery, the vet gave me a hard look and said, “this was major surgery – we had to open her up stem to stern.” I felt like he had utter contempt for me for letting it get that bad – which of course I deserved.

    Being in denial about things is something I’ve always done… I just don’t look, I let things go until they reach a crisis point… my relationships, my health, home repairs, not attending to finances until I’m almost evicted for rent nonpayment and so forth. A lot of that over the years has been due to being an alcoholic, but I stopped drinking three years ago. But I still don’t know how to live like a responsible adult, and I’m 60 years old. (Someone told me once when I was getting sober that whenever you start having a drinking problem, that’s when you stop growing emotionally… I started my drinking career at 17. Also, growing up, I was not cared for well, and no one in the family actually talked about things… the more serious something was, the more silence there was around it.)

    Not taking care of myself I can deal with, though. In this case I caused the suffering and death of a little innocent soul who trusted me to take care of her.

    After her surgery last September I invested in a lot of herbal potions thinking I was going to keep her well that way. And after the cancer came back I kept up with that as well as doing “energy healings” with her – which she responded to emotionally if nothing else, and we had very close times together. But I see now how very delusional I was and how much my ego had to do with it – I actually had this fantasy of the vet being amazed that the cancer had gone into remission.

    In her last couple days she went downhill quickly and could hardly eat. I felt terrible too that her last experience had to be going to the vet which she was absolutely terrified of. And I hadn’t planned for the euthanasia well enough in advance and felt that it was all rushed at the end. Seeing her terrified on the vet table, and then her unseeing eyes and lifeless body.

    Ironically a couple of years ago I got into a fight with someone in which I berated them for causing their pet’s death out of neglect… and then I went on to do something even worse, because I knew something was wrong but chose to convince myself that it was minor. My cat would even come over to me and look up at me as if telling me that there was something I had to look at. I felt like I couldn’t handle dealing with whatever was going on, but it was her tiny life to bear it.

    We did have 16 pretty good years together. But we should have had more.

    I feel like I can’t live with myself, can’t handle the grief and guilt and shame, and just want to die. People give me condolences about the loss of my pet but they have no idea what my terrible secret is.

  • Sungazelle

    It has been almost a month. I don’t cry all day anymore, but it still hurts. Someone posted that it is good to look at everything as puzzle pieces. That so many things had to happen in order for the end result to be what it was. This helps a little, realizing that life and death come together as it will, and in the end we just don’t have the control that we think we do. Even of our own minds.

  • Amy

    I’m so sorry for your loss. I am feeling something very similar and know the pain you are in. I went camping for my little brothers birthday and left the dogs at home. I set up a canopy, water bowl and a trough for the dogs to get into. Klein ended up getting tangled up in the canopy leg and couldn’t get to the water. The poor baby just baked in the sun because there was no shade where he was stuck. I got home and he was just laying in the sun. I knew immediately he was gone. My heart is broken. I’m so very sorry and he was such an amazing sweet dog. I feel horrible thinking about him suffering in the hot sun. I just figured with the shade and water they would be fine for the day but I was wrong.

  • Amy

    I am so very sorry for your loss. Many of us don’t realize that heart worm is a real threat because so many of our pets never get it.
    I lost my baby yesterday from the Texas heat. I went camping an hour away and took longer to get back and he got trapped in the sun unable to get to water or shade and passed away before I got home.

  • Jasmin

    It´s been 2 weeks now, that I lost my sweet little baby cat Franz. I still can´t believe that it happened, I miss him so much, it feels like my heart is constantly bleeding. And the worst thing of all, is that it is my fault, that my little baby isn’t here anymore! Our last cat already got hit by a car, that was already horrible, I gave him his name ( Mozart) when I was six years old and he was my wonderful companion for 9 years until I found him dead on the street on my way to school. That was already horrible, but after a while we settled with the fact, that this is the risk if you let your cat go outside alone and at least he had an adventourous life. It took us over a year and a half to say yes to a new fur baby. I loved him immediately. At the place where we got him, he just fell asleep in my arms right away and I knew, he belonged to me. He really was such a beautiful little guy, with honey colored smooth fur and bernsteincolored eyes.We decided to keep him inside as long as we live at such a busy street on the one side of the house, because we didn’t want to happen such thing again. Oh I loved him so much, I cuddled him as often as I could, took thousands of fotos, constantly gave him treats and always looked if he had enough to eat and drink. He was so sweet, so small and always was with someone of the family, he never wanted to be alone. He really meowed in a way, as if he wanted to talk to us. I really wanted to protect him at all costs, and let him live up to 20 years. I was always very paranoid if a door or window was open, and panicked when I realized someone of the family hat left a one open. I always rushed through the house to see if everything was closed, constantly checked if he was still there. I always aim goodbye to him before I left the house or at least if I was in a hurry. texted my mum if she knew where he was. I really was so scared that something could happen to my little baby. But we started to realize, that he was bored inside, so we started with putting a net around the balcony, so he could go there. But still seeming bored, we started to go in the garden with him with a leash. It worked well and he liked it, even though he never wanted to go back inside. The Irony is that next month, we are moving in a house where he could have gone outside alone, because there are almost no cars driving around( sorry for my English) and we always said to him the recent weeks, that he soon will be able to go outside alone.
    And on the 21st of may, I once again went with him into the garden with a leash. He was pulling to the other side of the garden. At this side is a very small street, where almost no cars drive, because the street is cornered by gardens. It was also a holiday ( in Germany) where there are even less cars driving around. And even if a car drives there it is only allowed to drive very slow, so you can stop for the children playing there. So on the other side of the street is also some kind of garden, but with no one there at the moment, so since he was pulling to that side so curiously, I thought I could show him a little more of the world and crossed the street with him and went to this garden like area. I thought he was safe there, because we weren’t on the street, just in another garden, where nothing could happen. I looked at him all the time, and there was no car in sight, so I started making a voice mail on my phone, but looked at him and the street all the time. And then it happened so fast, a car came and drove way to fast for this street, and even though he saw me and my cat, he dint even slow down, neither stop ( I talked to him later, he told me he saw us). And my sweet little cat panicked and ran across the street before I could grab him or anything and somehow the leash ripped and my sweet little baby got hit by the car. I screamed and ran after him, he was in such a fear, running towards his home. I somehow watched him, but he was in such a pain, he was moving himself in such pain, it was so horrible. I ran to my family and we immediately drove to the vet, but before the vet was even there, my sweet little baby already did his last heavy breaths in pain and fear. I never felt such horror, he was only one and a half and so incredibly sweet. I raised him from 8 weeks old and always wanted to protect him and then I let him down, because I was so foolish and inattentive. I don’t know how to forgive myself, for causing my baby death. I and my whole family miss him so much, I always think he might pop up around the corner again. I also feel so sorry for my mum, she is alone and Franz always slept in her bed at night or cuddled up on her desk while she was working.
    I would do anything to go back in time and change my actions. I now know that cats always run towards their home when they are scared and not just away from the danger, I put my sweet little baby in such a dangerous situation.
    My sweet little honey, I am forever sorry, I miss you so endlessly, please forgive me, I love you so much!!!

  • Laurie Post author

    I am so sorry for your loss. Saying goodbye to a dog is one of the hardest things we’ll ever do, because our dogs loved and trusted us unconditionally! Their loyalty and affection is the greatest gift they give us…and it’s also one of the most painful parts of losing them. With great love and great loyalty comes such great pain.

    If only our dogs could talk to us, tell us where it hurts and when they’re ready to leave us. There is a time that our dogs have to die, to rest in peace, to be free from the constraints of disease and pain. Sometimes, the sweet sleep of death is better than the struggle to keep moving through pain and sickness.

    It was time for your dog to go. It may not have been the death of your choice – and you weren’t ready to say goodbye to your dog – but it was time to go. Take a deep breath, and allow your dog’s spirt and soul to rest in peace. Say goodbye with love, and give yourself time to grieve.

    Saying goodbye after your dog’s death is hard. Let yourself cry and grieve for as long as you need. Let the emotions go through your body, for they are healing and cleansing you. You’ll never get over your dog’s death, but in time you will heal. You will remember your dog with joy and love, light and peace…and you will know that your spirits and souls are forever intertwined.

    Take good care of yourself, for you are worth taking good care of – no matter how your dog died. Know that your dog forgives and loves you, and is happily resting in peace.

    In sympathy, with love,

  • TKS

    I am feeling so sick in my gut right now. My best friend Chloe died unexpectedly two nights ago in her sleep. She is a lazy breed, Dog De Bordeaux so I did not notice any change in her activity level. She had developed a “cough” a few months back but only seemed to do it when she was being “silly” and I thought it was behavioral. I thought she was making noise for attention as she would just hack once or twice, and it was dry. It was not throughout the day, maybe once per day. About a year ago I stopped taking her to the vet for regular checkups because she had had all immunizations and was growing in size, acting healthy and happy, etc. Now two days after her death I read the danger of heartworms. I honestly thought it was just another thing for the vet to push to get money. I did. I did not know it was a necessary thing. I read that a dry cough is a sign. That laziness and lethargy is a sign. It has recently become very hot in Texas and I just thought she was resting more, as it was not much of a change at all. I think I actually might have killed her by choosing not to do her preventative care, and I am devastated right now. I love and miss her so much. Why did I do this due to not wanting to spend money or take the extra effort to go get the pills? I did not take care of my best friend as she always took care of me. Please forgive me Chloe. Someone please say something to ease my pain.

  • Keith Randall

    Thanks Geoffrey. It was a perfect storm of things gone wrong. I guess the most important lesson is that as humans we need to take responsibility for the things in life that we can control. There is so much out of our control that happens around us. I am fully committed to being better the next time around. It was a hard lesson for me to learn. Hope time will ease the pain.

  • Geoffrey Neale

    I totally understand. Our little bruno was being very lazy for a few weeks but we just kind of dismissed as it had gotten quite hot here lately. Then last week he was very lazy and wasn’t even walking properly but he kept trying.. I guess to please us.

    We took him in and they said they could do every rest because they had no idea and wanted $1200 and money is tight these days. They said meh.. make sure he has water let him have a sleep and if hes not fine being him in first thing. Well.. he wasn’t fine. He had pee’d himself and was basically immobile. Rushed him the vet and he was actually somewhat lively again.

    We did a blood sample and got him an IV the vet didnt seem worried.

    Few hours later he was dead. Why didnt I just pay for all the test right away! It might have been the difference!

  • Geoffrey Neale

    Thank you for sharing. You are not to blame. 99% of the time he crosses the street and sees those teenagers just fine. It was a complete freak accident please know that.

  • Tina Blacksmith

    We lost our Pablo today. He was a white Chihuahua who loved paying with his dirty old ball. We got him a new ball but he never played with it. He loved when we’d throw that old ball and would run and do this adorable bark as he jumped for it mid-air. When he stopped playing with that ball was one of the first signs I should’ve recognized.

    Around a month ago I noticed this small growth on his neck. I told myself it would go away. He was still eating fine and drinking water but then he slowly started losing weight and sleeping a majority of the time. This morning it was time to end his suffering. The guilt is unbelievable. His best buddy Tegan (also a Chihuahua) seems to sense his best friend is gone. The hard truth is he might still be here if I hadn’t tricked myself into believing he’d get better and paid more attention to it. I feel directly responsible for him not being here now. I’ve been bursting into tears all day long but I try to do it when Tegan is in another room or outside because dogs sense our emotions and I don’t wanna make him miss his best friend even more. I don’t know if the guilt will go away.

    I’m so so sorry Pablo. The only thing comforting me is the fact that you’re not in pain now. We love you very much and your absence will forever leave a void in our lives. Rest easy sweet boy. I hope your sweet doggy spirit is eating all the chicken you want and playing with your dirty old ball. ❤🐕🌈

  • Swadha

    I lost my baby boy only 2 days ago, and i can absolutely relate to what you feel, he looked sick 2 days before he left us but i did not take him to the vet thinking it was only common cough and fever, but after that everything turned severe. And i don’t know how i took everything so lightly, knowing the fact he had been sick on and off since past one month… he had stomach ulcers.. and we got to know this only on the last day and we could not save him.. i was ignorant and i hope he will forgive me for not being able to see what was coming. I wish i had got him treated on time

  • Swadha

    I lost my 11 year old baby boy only two days ago, everything i do, and every corner of my house remind’s me of him, and i don’t think i can ever get over the fact that i did not give my 100% in taking care of him. He had been sick on and off since past one month, every year in summer he would fall a little sick due to the extreme heat that we have in our town. He had been throwing up his food every once in a while and we did not take it too seriously, we thought its the temperature. We did take him to the vet 10 days before we lost him, the real problem could not be diagnosed and he was only treated with his vaccinations, as he looked physically well, had a good weight, he was going for walks, climibing stairs, and eating food. 2 days before he died he was suppose to be taken to the vet seeing that he was not looking very well and had some cough but i didn’t i got busy with my parent’s anniversary and i did not realise how much my actions will cost. Even on the day he died he climbed up the stairs at morning waiting for me to wake up, i took a glance at him and I immediately knew i will have to take him to the doctor, he threw up two times before we put him in the car, since it was morning time the doctor was unavailable and he was treated of fever and weakness by an assistant, we took him home but by noon he was even sicker, we took him to the vet again this time the doctor saw him and said he has severe stomach ulcer and told us we can only hope that he will recover this, His fever had gone a little down which gave me hope, but he barely had any strenght in his body, it took him so much efforts to be able to sit. The doctor told us he has indigested something toxic, which has damaged his stomach, we realised that we had pesticides sprayed in our home few days ago which might have caused this. We also fed him human medication which might have hurt him rather than doing him good ( we did not know he had ulcers that time ) ( he had been taking that medication for years and nothing had happend we had no clue ). But now that i think about everything, i do feel careless for not seeing all this coming, i should have taken him to the vet early, i should not have been so ignorant. Now i cant get my baby back.

  • Keith Randall

    Never having a pet as a child I never thought the attachment you feel would be so strong. Losing one dog a few years back hurt but nothing like the loss of my baby boy Nash this past Saturday evening. Nash was a 4year old red Standard Poodle that we welcomed to our family when he was 8 weeks old. We got him from a breeder in Saratoga NY. Nash was the sweetest loving boy. He loved playing fetch with me with his rubber ball. He also loved to catch the ball after I threw it on the roof of the house. Nash loved every person he saw. He was always excited to say hello and kiss anyone and everyone. He was a sturdy boy-70lbs- and if Nash wanted to say hello to someone you were going whether you liked it or not.

    Nashy,as I called him, had 2 other companions he left behind. A 12 year old standard poodle”mom” Bella and a precocious greyhound sister Cookie. Nash was a beautiful boy with a great personality and the nicest temperament you can imagine.

    When something so terrible happens to a pet you love so much, the guilt you feel is overwhelming, when you could’ve prevented it. We were getting ready to go out to celebrate my sons 25th birthday from a few days prior. Breakfast as he knew it was at 5:30p 99% of the time. That day it was pushed up to 3:30 due to early dinner reservations. I took them out to go potty after they ate. The poodles I usually let go potty off a leash even though we live on a road that is decently busy at times. I saw Nashy sitting on the lawn as I went to let my Greyhound back in the house. I was closing the front door and then I heard a cry that will haunt me forever. Nash was across the street in great distress. He darted across the street to say hello to 2 teenage boys that were walking by and was hit by a car. Although I didn’t see it I knew it wasn’t good. Nashy ran across the street to me in shock. They told me the car hit him and he flew across the street and tumbled on the grass. Then everything was a blur. We rushed him to an emergency vet clinic 1 mile from our house.They said he was in shock but his vitals and oxygen levels were OK. They did x rays and told us he had a perforated bowel and his stomach and liver moved up towards his heart. He was in guarded condition and they said the only chance was to rush him 15 miles away to have emergency surgery. Leaving the clinic I was actually optimistic he had a fighting chance. We drove as fast as we could but Nashy started to labor. His breathing became shallow in the car and when we arrived his body was limp. They rushed him in and tried to resuscitate him but he was gone. I cried like I never have before.

    Losing my parents wasn’t this hard because they both lived full lives. My baby boy didn’t deserve this fate. We were supposed to have many more years together. I can’t escape the visions of My boy losing the battle and the guilt is overwhelming. There is no way to sugarcoat it- I knew he needed to be on a leash but I convinced myself nothing would ever happen- Well it does, and it hurts like hell.

    I am so sorry my boy. I let you down and didn’t protect you and it cost you your life. It will be with me forever. I don’t know how people get over the overwhelming sadness . Saying goodbye to my boy was the hardest thing I have experienced in my life.

    Nash- Thank you for your unconditional love and for making me laugh and for being one of a kind. I will miss you so much. I will see you on the other side someday when we can resume playing together.

    RIP my baby boy!

  • Jamie

    I know exactly how you feel. The guilt is heavy and sometimes feels unbearable. I went through a rough time with losing my Aleister back in Apirl. I replayed the day I lost him (to bladder complications) over and over thinking about all the what-if’s. I feel that maybe if I did things differently, he would still be here. It was hard at first. I sat with the guilt and pain of it all for awhile. It felt good to let it all out for a few days, then the only thing that got me through it was trying to remind myself that I meant well. You loved your friend so much and did what you thought was the best at the time. Please forgive yourself, because you did nothing wrong. I’m so sorry this happened. Try to do your best to forgive yourself and remember all the good times you had together. Do something special in honor of your friend. He would want to see you happy.

  • Olga

    Debbie …I’m so sorry for your loss. I lost my boy 7 months ago. He also struggled with cushings for 1 1/2 years. I played so many what ifs… should of… could have..,the guilt just tore me apart. I had to seek counseling. My boy was 15 1/2 when I made the decision to let him go after he had what seemed like a stroke. I now believe it may have been an Addison crisis. The emergency vet wasn’t sure what it was and she never mentioned Addisons. Only now 7 months later I can finally accept that whatever I did – right or wrong… I did out of love for him. He hated going to the vet. I had promised him that I woul never leave him days or weeks at a hospital, that I would never have him hooked up to machines. Not that I criticize those who do that… it’s everyones poragative to treat their babies as they choose. I can finally realize that all I did was keep my promise. For me… I’d give anything to have him even if I had to quit my job to take care of him… I just want him back.. but what was best for him was peace… rest… no more pain. I’ll give up what I want.. so Hecl can have what he needs. I could never have thought like this a few months ago.. all I thought about was guilt. I finally had to stop myself every time I started with the guilt It was consuming me … affecting my job.. just ruining me. I believe that in time… you will learn to forgive yourself and realize that everything you did was with love. The dropping him was an accident and your baby knows that. Try to remember how he looked at you with those loving eyes… he ADORED you I’m sure. I’m sure if you asked your baby to forgive you he’d ask” for what? ” cause all he knew is that he loved you and you loved him with all your heart ! Time will help…prayers for you.

  • Lynn


    I am crying as I read this because the same thing happened to me…different circumstances…but the same thing. My dogs condition was treatable… but put her down at the advice of the vet. This happened to me on April 30.

    I am so sorry for your loss. Over the past several weeks I have been reaching out to my dog loving friends for help, I have been on messsge boards and finally decided to go to therapy. I am doing EMDR therapy in an effort to reframe the experience somehow. I know I can’t change things now and that is painful. My heart hurts for you. Sending love and prayers to you.

  • Kelly

    I said goodbye to my 14yr old lab less than 48hrs ago. He had developed a small cough 12 days previous that I thought was kennel cough, as he had contact with the neighbor puppy that got through the fence into our yard. I treated him with a humidifier, honey, cough medicine and it wasnt bad, just a cough a few times a day. Tuesday while walking him, a loose dog ran up on him, and he laid down and took a few minutes to get back up to continue or walk. The next day, i took him to the park and had him in his stroller most of the walk as it was hot out, but at the end of the walk i decided to let him out to get a little exercise before going back to the car. He walked a bit then got wobbly and fell. I picked up his head in my hands to ask him if he was ok; he had a dazed look in his eyes. Got him in his stroller and gave him water at the car and he was his usual chipper self in the backseat on the ride home. I decided thursday to go to the vet, as maybe we just needed some antibiotics for the cough. Upon getting out of the car, i gave him a minute to walk and potty, and he again kinda fell on his side and didnt want to get back up. After a few minutes he was able to get up. The vet was worried he may have pneumonia and took an xray and ran an ekg. He had an enlarged heart and a murmur. We were referred to a specialist and went there immediately. He didnt want to get out of the car, so i went in to have someone help me. They beought him in on a gurney. After almost 2 hours, a vet came in the room to tell me he had fluid on his heart. It would be $1300-$1800 additional to run more tests. I said i could come up with the $1300 but would need a week for anymore extra costs. He said ok and left. Came back with another vet who was now talking about euthanasia. What???? I just wanted an antibiotic. He told me Ty would need expensive treatment and very expensive monthly heart pills. I said i could find money to pay for his heart pills but he kept pushing euthanasia, saying is heartrate was 180bpm. I had noone with me, and was so frightened that my baby of 14yrs may be in distress with the heart situation. I trusted the vet and agreed to let him go.
    Now upon researching the enlarged heart and heart fluid, i am consumed with guilt that i allowed this to happen. It is treatable. I wish i never would have gone to the vet that day. My baby was eating and drinking fine, still happy and playing with his toys. When they brought him into the room i had been waiting in, he went to the door to go home. But we didnt. He just wanted to go home. But the vet scared me so much that he was in physical distress that I listened to them and put him down. I should have walked out and went to another vet yesterday. I have always done everything to orotect my baby, and when he needed protecting the most, i failed him. No matter how much i try to convince myself, i dont think it was his time. Just 3 months before, his vet said he was doing amazing for his age and that his bloodwork came back awesome; he called him the ironman.
    I am racked with guilt and sadness that i trusted the specialists that bullied and frightened me into euthanasia. I never ever expected to not go home with my boy that day, it all was so chaotic and fast and i had noone with me to slow down and stand up to the doctors. I failed my boy. He should be here right now. He wanted to go home. I dont know how i will ever let go of this guilt that i cut his life short. This pain is unbearable

  • Debbie hay

    My stogie a 14.5 year old daschund had to be put down 2 days ago. He was failing in health, most likely had Cushing disease but a few weeks ago struggled with breathing correctly. We tried numerous rounds of antibiotic as our best guess was teeth infections or tumor blockage. Nothing worked. I don’t think he was in pain, but struggled. Two days prior to his death he definitely got worse, we definitely began to say our goodbyes. He had a 1220 app with the vet on Thursday.He enjoyed puppy paws, my chicken and I decided I would ask for one last miracle for him, a steroid trial. Maybe something would allow breathing to be better and I knew not fix him but give us more time. I took him up to bed. Prior to bed I did a steam shower for him, seemed to calm him and we’d go to bed. Then the cruelest twist of my story happened, I dropped him. He was in a blanket, his lifeless little body slipped right through and he hit ceramic tile hard. He yelped in pain and could barely breath. I calmed him and with a broken heart prayed I didn’t harm him. He spent the next hours in my arms, asleep on my shoulder. He slept all night, seemed calm. In the morning I had a puppy who went from struggling to breath out of nose to a puppy using his mouth to breathe. When you love someone so much I knew I could not watch him much longer. Wanting to cherish each moment turned into 1220 couldn’t get there fast enough. It’s painful enough to get through my grief. But I am tormented by the fact I took my boys last chance away. I know it was an accident, I even know he forgave me but nothing is taking how angry I am that this happened. It just leaves me with this feeling I’d have him right now, even if for a little, but I robbed him of his last chance. A stupid accident I believe caused him a trauma his frail little self couldn’t overcome. Guilt ? I guess on top of just grief that takes my breath away. I love you little stoger I need to believe you are with grandma, happy and whole but I am broken-hearted and trying to forgive myself. How I want you back, want that evening back.

  • K.

    I am so sorry. I have been struggling with a similar situation. I lost my Yorkie a year ago In June. I was at work and my husband was outside with our dogs. The furnace guy came so husband let him in and said he was only gone about five minutes. He came back and Archie was floating in the pool. My son and his grandfather were sitting on a porch overlooking the pool and they never heard a thing. I feel really guilty too because my son was only three. Before he was born Archie was my little buddy, always in my lap or following me everywhere. Things changed and I wanted to spend more time with him but it just never seemed to happen. It is a year later and I can’t stop thinking about how scared he must have been. The vet said he might have had some kind of neurological event and been unable to struggle when he hit the water but it doesn’t help. I feel so guilty and I was twenty miles away. I couldn’t go swimming last year and I don’t know what I am going to do this year. My son wants to go swimming with his mom and I am just filled with dread. I have this nasty little voice in my head saying that no one was paying him enough attention so he just gave up. I know that doesn’t make any sense but that voice doesn’t seem to go away.

  • Julie

    My 12.5 year old miniature pinscher named Daisy suddenly died last week. I’ve been feeling extreme guilt because my older sister suggested that it was our fault because we had given her a pork rib the night before. Daisy loved ribs and she always got one every time we had them. We knew never to feed chicken bones because of splintering but we honestly didn’t think a pork bone could do that. However, despite my guilt I don’t believe that’s why she died. She vomited and pooped in her kennel but there was not a drop of blood in either. There was no abdominal distension that indicated internal bleeding. Daisy was diagnosed with an autoimmune disorder that attacked the mucosal lining of her mouth and was on a small dose of prednisone for it for the last two years. As it goes, the meds caused her to eat everything and drink a lot as well, however the issue with her mouth cleared up. She also had little cysts all over her body. There’s so many things that could’ve caused her death but my sister insists that we caused it to happen. She was full of life and happy before bed and then in the morning she was dead without as much as a sound. Her body was still warm when we got out of bed and if she’d made any sound we would’ve woken up.

  • Lynn

    My 17 year old dog had dementia that had been progressing slowly over a year. Over a years time she stopped going for walks, she stopped playing with toys and stopped barking. In the last few months she was sleeping a lot, pacing a bit during the day, no longer got up to greet me and didn’t seem to recognize her name. She could sleep, eat, drink and go in the backyard. She wagged her tail when I scratched her put butt. He tail was down most of the time. One day I found her under my nightstand…the next day in the closet. Her dementia seemed to be getting worse. I ended up giving her a supplement called Cholodin….reviews seemed to indicate it helped a lot of dogs but not mine. I gave it to her for 3 days ( so 1 1/2 pills total). She stopped eating and drinking. After 2 1/2 days I called the vet. The only vet available was someone I found to be really cold. She also didn’t handle my dog nicely one time. So, I ended up going to an emergency vet. They gave my dog subcutaneous fluid and an appetite stimulate. The next day I was going to see my family and asked the vet if it was safe to take my dog on the plane… he said yes. I put food and water out for my dog..but she still didn’t appear to be drinking or eating. The night we landed her nose was stuffed up…went to the animal hospital and waited for hours. The vet said it was just a dry nose….but IV fluid might help her anxiety from the medication. I said ok….it took them a long time to give me an estimate. I told the vet tech I was worried about my dog being in a small space because she was stressed and asked if my dog could be put in a larger kennel. The girl went around in circles not committing. I asked to speak to the vet again….time went by…no vet. I finally left. I blame myself for leaving because I think my dog may have been ok if she got IV. The next day I took her to another place. Again…subcutaneous fluid and appetite stimulate. Did the same the following day and finally put my dog in the hospital. By then it looked like something neurological was developing. She was on day 6 of not eating or drinking…with 3 treatments of sub Q fluids. I also tried giving her liquid and food with a syringe but she wasn’t getting much. She was in the hospital 5 days, her dehydration was treated. She was still being fed with a syringe and treated with sub q fluids at home. They suspected she had an ulcer so she was taking medication for that. 1 day after returning from the hospital she started pacing. I thought it was her dementia or she was anxious due to her stuffed nose. She paced through the night and next day, but was also hiding and bumping into things. I had a vet appointment at 4 (she had been pacing for a day and 1/2). Right before I left she collapsed into what seemed like a coma. The vet was a few blocks away. He said if I wanted to save her I needed to go back to the hospital immediately. He also said he didn’t think her prognosis was good, and that this would now be a viscous circle. I asked him what he would do if it was his dog ? He said he would let her go. He didn’t think her quality of life would be good. My appointments to go there was to get her some anxiety medication as well as discuss the other drugs the hospital gave her to get his opinion. I never imagined she would collapse. Putting her down that day was a snap decision which is so unlike me. When asked if I was keeping her alive for me or for her….I said I didn’t want to get her alive for me. I thought about her progressing dementia and agreed to put her down. Now I’m backtracking regretting not taking her to my vet initially ( she could have survived). I regret not leaving her at the hospital the first time, I regret not taking her to the hospital when she was pacing. I regret giving her the supplement that caused the downward spiral. I regret not trying harder to save her before putting her down. None of it makes sense to me and I am stuck in a place of guilt and pain.

  • Elie

    My sweet yorkie girl Nemo died 2 days ago. She lived to be 14yrs 3mo. In the past couple of months she lost her eye sight and towards the end some of her hearing too. At that age her arthritis had also kicked in and she wasn’t putting any weight on one of her hind legs at all. We have a grassy backyard and a fenced in pool. We would always carry Nemo to the middle of the grass so that she would get some movement making her way back to the patio door. In the past few days when I would call her name she would walk the other way, she seemed disoriented. Our other dog was always with her but Nemo would bark at different times of the night and early mornings prompting me to go hold and comfort her. Not always but very often.
    In the past I had taken her close to the pool and had also taken her in the water to see if she would swim but she wouldn’t paddle at all. In fact she would never come close to the water even with the pool gate open when the rest of the family was swimming.
    Two days ago, I woke up a little later than usual, so my other half had already put both dogs outside to go relieve themselves as usual. When I woke 20 minutes later I went to check on the dogs and saw only one at the patio door and Nemo was missing. I looked straight out to the pool and there she was floating. I immediately ran outside and scooped her out but it was far too late. The iron gate door was closed with a latch so I know she must have squeezed herself through the iron rail spacing. For 2 days I’ve been walking around that gate wondering why and which spot she went through from. I’ve been sitting at the spot I’ve scooped her up thinking why didn’t I wake up earlier because I would have checked on her and may have noticed she was about to fall in and could have prevented it. I can’t stop thinking whether she suffered drowning, why and how she squeezed through the spacing—she was very familiar with the entire backyard setting—maybe she got disoriented, and I can’t take that image of her floating little body out of my mind. My heart is aching and broken.
    I also feel guilty because we had a baby 3.5 years ago and I feel like I wasn’t giving my little Nemo all my love and attention like before anymore.
    I know she was up in age and I would have had to make the heart wrenching decision to put her down but I just didn’t want her to go this way and without being able to hold her and say goodbye. I miss my baby girl so much! I feel like a piece of my heart is missing.

  • Mom2bkm

    My daughters and I forgot our 7 year old lab in the car on Monday. The guilt is unreal. Everyone keeps telling me to move on, forgive myself, but I just can’t. I’m overwhelmed with guilt and grief. I am so sorry that you are going through the same thing.

  • Karla

    Something similar happened to my dog yesterday. I wish I had been there and helped him faster. I wish I could’ve put him down and ended his suffering like you did, my poor Terry died being eaten alive like this and my heart can’t bear it.

  • Karla Estudillo Fuentes

    My beloved Terry died yesterday. All I ever wished for was for him to not die alone, and he did. My mom has been sick for months and on Friday they left in the evening (my dad and her) to Mexico to seek further treatment. They checked him and he seemed to be fine, he was 14 and old so he wasn’t super bouncy but he was happy. I didn’t go over the weekend because I had to take them to the airport in Tijuana and spent the night there. On Monday I got a phone call from my uncle who was feeding him and checking on him that he didn’t want to eat, I couldn’t answer because I was at work still. After work I forgot to call him back but he texted me saying that Terry ate, that he was lethargic, he also told me that he seemed to be bleeding a bit from his leg and that he saw some maggot activity. At this point it was 5 pm and going to see Terry would be a 3-4 hour drive. I decided to take work off the next day and leave early in the morning to go help him. My uncle and cousin sent me a video of him eating so I thought he would at least be okay until the next day. I had already made the plan to clean him and help him, feed him sausages, and then take him to be put down because I didn’t want him to suffer. On Monday night I couldn’t sleep because I was worried about him, I should’ve just left that night! The next morning I woke up at 4:30 am and again couldn’t fall back asleep, I should’ve left there too! Instead I went to a 5-6 am gym class showered and then left to help him. When I got home a few hours later he was dead already. I could tell that he was dead as soon as I pulled up because he usually ran to the gate or at least lifted his head anytime we drove up. I ran out of the car to see him but it was too late. He was lying in his favorite spot under the tree, probably the only comfort he could find in all that pain. When I saw his leg it was infected and had more maggots than I could count. How could I have let this happen! I should’ve gone the day before and even if couldn’t save him I could’ve lessened his pain and been with him in the end. I feel so guilty. I knew he couldn’t have been dead very long, he was still warm and I unfolded his paw because he had bent it when lying down. I wish I hadn’t gone to workout or that I had gone the night before, I could’ve let him know he wasn’t alone. I loved him for 14 years and I wasn’t there when he needed me the most. I’m also angry at my uncle for not helping him the day before even though he saw how bad it was or not showing me and telling me that it was horrible and I needed to come right there. I was ready for him to go, but not like this. Not alone and in pain waiting for his family to help him only to be let down. I can’t forgive myself, my uncle, or even my parents for leaving. I don’t know how he got the wound but I spent a while trying to clean him up after I found him and I couldn’t. My uncle came and had to shake me off of him and tell me to stop, that he was already gone. I had to put my baby boy in a plastic bag to take him to be cremated. I don’t know how to not feel guilty and keep living in “what ifs”. I loved him so much!
    Terry, I am so sorry. I wasn’t there for you when you needed me most. I didn’t listen to your call when you needed me. I abandoned you and you died in the worst way I can imagine. I don’t know how I’m ever going to get past this. I don’t feel like I can go home again because you won’t run up to the gate or we won’t sit under your favorite tree anymore. You were always so happy to see me, I wish you’d bit me or something so that I could feel better but you just loved me unconditionally. I know that if I had gotten there on time you would’ve been comforted and licked me and just looked up at me in love. But I was too late. I am so sorry, please forgive me. Please let me get the image of you like that out of my mind because it’s all I see. I love you, chiquito. Help me remember all the good times.

  • Laurie Post author

    Thank you for being here – it takes alot of courage and humility to share how guilty you feel after your dog’s death. I am so sorry for your loss. It’s such a painful accident, and I know that if you could turn back time and do it differently, you would in a heartbeat.

    Remember that it was an accident. You never would’ve hurt your dog, and you didn’t know what would happen. Don’t let yourself drown in guilt or shame — I know it’s hard not to feel guilty about your dog’s death, but it wasn’t your fault. It was a terrible accident.

    Give yourself time to grieve, to feel the pain and sorrow of losing your dog. Take time to allow the emotions to wash through you, because in grieving you will find healing. It’ll hurt…but it’ll help you forgive yourself.

    And, talk to someone in person. A grief counselor or even a trusted, understanding friend can help you deal with the guilt and forgive yourself for the accident.

    In sympathy,

  • Olga

    Hello Taylor…I ha a similar situation but my dog had the opposite… Cushings. I believe the medication was doing more harm than good. I also missed some vet follow ups because he seemed to be doing fine. I lost my boy almost 6 months baths ago and I’m at the point where I’m just know letting go of the guilt. I lost so much weight…cried for months… the guilt will kill you if you aren’t careful. I know we feel like we failed. But after 6 months I see things a little clearer… we would never intentionally hurt our babies!!! We make mistakes…with our busy work or school schedules it’s not easy. I would give my boy his meds in the Am and then go to work….I think after I got home me from work the meds hard worn off and I would see a happy active doggie. It was until the last 2 months that I noticed the damage. Please know that it will get easier as time passes. After we beat ourselves up and punish ourselves so much…and realize that it serves no purpose… it will not bring them back… then we have no choice but to forgive ourselves, learn from our mistakes (cause that’s exactly what they were)… and do better with our next pet. My #281 851 9495. If you want to talk. I know it helps to talk to someone who had been through it.

  • Sungazelle

    Antonio, I don’t know if you will ever see this. Sometimes life breaks us, and we go through the best we can as broken people. But people make mistakes that they regret, and if we are broken, we are more prone to making mistakes. But you have learnt from yours, and come out the other side a better man. So, the Antonio of today has to let go of the Antonio of yesterday, forgive him, and realise that the love you are putting into the world now is making up for all that you were not able to do before. So keep loving. Just don’t forget to love yourself as well. Because love is what heals. And you definatly deserve all the love that there is. 💖

  • YamatoTakeru

    I try coping with guilt right now, and with all the images, all the ifs and what I could have done. Shiro died three days ago and I can’t stop thinking of him and what happened. He was just five months old and he had been with me for 3 and a half almost nothing i guess but still I loved him, I love him for real. I promised him to show him the mountains, to run all over the alps, to travel as much as we could, he was my companion, he was to be my second climber on our journeys. We had planned to make the tour of the Mont Blanc, we had to cross Chartreuse and Belledonne and we were going to see Norway, and who knows what possibilities had the future. Shiro was so noble as my mother used to say, and damn he was smart. He learned so quickly, I was sure he would have done great in the mountains, he was extraordinarily good the times I brought him with me, despite his young age. He really loved to discover new places, new things, new smells, in such a short time he experienced lots of things and he always enjoyed those moments, the people, the places, the panoramas.
    I wanted to train him for Norway, it was going to be tough and we had to cross part of the Fjords by kayak, I wanted him to learn and to see if he liked it, and he did loved it. I took him with me to the Ardeche canyon, usually an easy kayak descent. He wasn’t so confident at the start but he got quickly the handle of it, and he was enjoying it: I was simply so proud of my dog. The water was calm and I took of my safety jacket: I had just finished an alpine course the weekend before and I guess I got cocky, a real idiot. As idiot as I could get I didn’t notice the fast waters below and got caught in them and at that point neither him nor me were wearing a safety jacket. Obviously the kayak turned over and we fell in the middle. I tried to keep him with me while we were sinking, taken by the waters. He slipped from my hand, or I let him slip I saw him drawn to the otherside of the river and I couldn’t swim back to him. I was able to get out of water and luckily someone was able to recover him. When I finally got to Shiro he was awefully scared but he walked and was conscious he seemed ok, and I thought that it was going to be alright that it was just a real bad moment and that we were going to be alright. Stupidly I passed the last village and the problem is that once you are in the canyon you can’t get out until half way in. When I finally realised that Shiro wasn’t alright at all we already were deep inside the canyon. I carefully avoided all the fast waters, tried to go as fast as I could. He hang up with me for more than two hours, trying to keep up. He looked at me with those eyes half closed, when I made a stop to let him rest a bit I got out of the boat and he followed me… he would have follow me no matter what, he just look for me that much.
    When I finally got the half point where we were supposed to spend the night I put him on a warm rock under the sun to help him warm up a bit while looking to a veterinarian but I had no internet there. So I went to take him to the camping area where the guard may help me and that’s where things got completely out of hand. He started spitting blood from his mouth I just dropped whatever I had on my hands and carried him, running as fast as I could. But when I got to the camping area he was already suffocating. I put him on the ground between my arms trying to help him spit out the water/blood mixture, keeping his mouth opened. I was completely useless to help him, I was there seeing him die in my hands covered in blood. I can perfectly remember that the moment I realized he was long way gone was when his tongue dropped heavy on my hand, I can perfectly remember him looking at me right before. I spent I don’t know how much time there with him trying to understand all the poor choices that I did, faking a hope whenever I had the impression to see him breathe again. I spent the night inside my tent unable to rest, just considering how foolish I was, thinking to all that I could have done to save him if only I had been less selfish, less blind to his condition from the beginning.
    He’s going to be cremated and I’m doing the only thing I can think of to honour his memory. I’ll take part of his rests to the Grand Paradis summit and part of his rests on the top of the mount blanc for him to see all the places I promised him. That won’t erase all the wrongs I did last friday and I really find it hard to believe that I can forgive myself with just that, I just want to try and let him see the world I wanted to show him, somehow even if he’s not there anymore.

  • Rachel Malstaff

    I’m so sorry for your loss. The same thing happened to our dog. It’s been 8 months and the pain has lessened but my husband and I still have bad days. This site has really helped me. ❤️❤️❤️

  • Sungazelle

    I am so sorry. I know how you feel. I can’t decide if the pain I caused my daughter is the worst part.

  • Sungazelle

    My poor sweet Daisy. We had her for six wonderful years. She is gone, and it is all my fault. She was a beautiful Great Pyrenees mix. I first got her for my daughter, after a devastating divorce, an intercontinental move, and a new marriage. Daisy helped us through those tough times. And when we moved into a house she was our faithful companion. Daisy would garden with me. She watched over my daughter, and their love was so beautiful. We spoiled her tremendously. She ate real food. She especially loved ribs. We would take her out to Bruisters for Ice Cream. She loved walking. She couldn’t stand kayaking or swimming. Hated water in general. But she loved the snow. And she loved car rides. We would always take her with us in the car to drop my daughter off to the bus stop.
    Since before we got her she would some times throw up bile and blood. The vet didn’t find anything, and thought it might go away on its own. It didn’t. She was mostly fine aside from occasional upsets. Last Monday she seemed to be having a bad day. She didn’t want to leave the car after we dropped off my daughter. It was a cool morning, so I thought a few minutes would be ok. My husband then tried to get her out. He pulled on her caller, but she would not move. We meant to leave her a few more minutes, but Dear God! We forgot about her!! Hours passed, and the car heated up. I was on the ridding mower when I heard my husband screaming and sobbing at the top of his voice. We both ran to the car, but it was way too late. Rigor mortis had already set in. It looked as if she just lay there and died. I know it was the heat because her feet were so wet from sweat, and her mouth was wet from panting. There was a little blood from either her nose or mouth from the heat stroke.
    I wish I could die.
    I sit in the back of the hot car hoping to reconnect with her. My baby who died a horrible death all alone. Part of me knows how dangerous it is, but why should I worry about me if I let that happen to her? What a gaping whole this has left in our family. My daughter is seeing a counselor and sleeping in our bed at 12 years old. My husband and I have both lost weight because we can’t even eat. I was crying so hard even our cat, Lily, came to comfort me. I am still in shock and just can’t believe this has happened. I never believed in an afterlife, but now I am struggling to find proof of one. This just can’t be the last time I see her. I love her too much. Oh my sweet sweet girl. We miss and love you so much! Mommy is so sorry!!

  • Taylor

    I lost my sweatpea Saturday, April 28th at 6:20 pm and he had just turned 5. Apollo was my beautiful Siberian Husky, Australian shepherd mix. My mom got him for the family after her messy, emotionally draining divorce. She picked him out because of his beautiful blue eyes and being the runt of the pack. He was a complete surprise, but he changed my life forever the day we got him. Since that moment, I felt so much light and happiness return to my heart. She got him for her, but we instantly bonded. He was only 8 weeks old, and I remember how small he was and how he perfectly fit in my lap. He died in my lap, just as he entered my world. I have struggled with anxiety and depression for many years, and Apollo just seemed to put all those broken pieces back together. He laid on top of me whenever he noticed I was having a rough day and he didn’t mind snuggling so close and even falling asleep spooning most nights. He actually loved to cuddle and wasn’t okay after I returned to him after school or work without cuddling for a solid 20 minutes.

    Apollo was diagnosed with Addison’s disease sometime in December-January, his initial crisis was terrifying and I thought then I would lose him. I couldn’t bear the thought and I cried for hours with him in the room we sat in waiting for our specialist. The vet wanted to charge $3000 for an overnight stay and several other unnecessary tests, but I was only able to pay $700 for what he absolutely needed. I brought him back a couple days later to get his electrolytes checked. She concluded the best mode of action was to prescribe him 0.5mg of prednisone every 24 hours. I agreed and then paid another $90 for the checkup. I brought Apollo back, after noticing his symptoms of Addison’s decreased with the help of the steroid. The vet checked him again and returned to say the medication was doing what it was supposed to and his electrolytes were back to normal. She disappeared again, and a new nurse appeared. She wrote a prescription for a separate medication for Apollo, without explaining why he needed it and added that should have a re-check, again without explaining why. I left shortly after and received a call from the clinic saying I forgotten to pay another $90 for the visit.

    I thought that was absurd, especially after finding his new medication to be $200 and them wanting to charge me $3000. I felt like I was being haggled. They didn’t note in their call that he needed to be seen again, making me feel like they didn’t care. The medicine was doing what it was supposed to and his symptoms of Addison’s seemed to disappear. I never reached out again. Apollo was an 85lb dog, I thought he always drank a lot of water and sometimes he would pant at odd times but because he was so big with such a thick coat it did not concern me much. He was able to keep up on hikes and showed me that bright, beautiful smile he always showed me.

    Saturday I let my phone ring. Apollo was at my grandparent’s house, I thought their call was one of the annoying ones they leave to tell me they’re worried. I listened to their voicemail sometime after 5, my grandma spoke shakily saying he couldn’t stand up. I rushed over when I entered Apollo didn’t run up to me and wiggle like he normally did. I knew something was horribly wrong. I rushed over to where he was laying, struggling to stand up. He laid his chin on my knee, labored breathing. Tears streamed down my face and I screamed at them telling them we need to go to a hospital right away. He leaned up to hold his head at the nape of my neck like he always did when we cuddled. I looked down and watched the light leave his eyes and hear the horrible sound of his last breath. I screamed at the top of my lungs and rocked back and forth with his head and limp body in my arms. My brother rushed back to the house, performing CPR on his corpse. We took him to a vet that had closed, expecting they could do something but I noticed all the color in his tongue and gums had turned grey. I knew he was gone.

    I researched online a few days ago about his symptoms–the panting, excessive water drinking, the medication he was taking…everything. I found that with prednisone, you have to frequently fine-tune the medication otherwise the above can happen. I had no idea, I thought the medication was keeping him alive. Why didn’t the vet herself tell me why? It’s been hard, and I am still coming to terms with the whole incident. I feel horrible knowing I was decreasing the quality of his life, under the poorly judged assumption that he was fine and I was helping him. There are so many things I wish I could take back, and losing him was like losing part of myself. I am so sorry Apollo, and I hope that you can forgive me. I wish I had known better, I wish I had not acted like I knew everything, I wish I had not been so ignorant. I wish I could know for sure what killed you, I wish that I could’ve gotten to you sooner. I love you forever my sweet boy.

  • Sungazelle

    Oh My God this was not your fault!!! The feelings you had were because you felt SO HELPLESS to do anything!!! But you did the best you could. You were the one beam of love and light in his life!! Please forgive yourself.

  • Troels

    Hi Laura. Thank you very much for your reply! I’m very sorry that you lost your dog, Milo.
    It’s comforting to be reminded, that I am not alone with these things as it is very easy feeling that way much of the time. I l