The Saddest Thing I Own

Your words are an amazing tribute to a best friend. Thank you for sharing.

I too have memorabilia from pets that have gone on before me. This brought tears to my eyes on a Monday morning…all those memories rushing to the front of my head again.Dont’ you hope we will see them again? I know I do..

my dog was shot behind my house on my neighbors property when we found him I buried him close to our house
and often think of him
when I go outside

What a beautiful trubute to your wonderful pet Bev. When my pet passed away, I have a box in my bedroom with all of her medical life in it. She suffered diabetes and blindness the last years of her life. After she died, I got two puppies, 9 months apart. They inheritted all of her things, but the first of the two new ones always knew that her many toys first belonged to another special one. I know that we will see them again one day. I still cannot read her medical log book for her last days without breaking down for a good cry.

i am wearing a shirt my hamster chewed little holes in one sleeve. i think of it as hamster-art and would not alter it or deny myself the warmth of that tiny being’s effort to decorate my wardrobe.

Nicely written. Though you only mention the beginning and the ending, there’s a world of life and years between – implied, imagined. Thanks for posting it.

I remember when my 2 yr old dog Cindy got hit by a car. It took me quite a long time to get over this. My other dogs died of old age. This bothered me alot but not like when someone hits a dog and leaves them alone in the street to die. I will never forget my little Cindy dog.

I remember the day I met my dog Baxter; he was 2 months old and one of 2 pups his mother gave birth to. He was at a shelter that a girlfriend of mine was a great contributor to. He had a bout with ringworm, which left a scare over his right eye. He was a pug/ chihuahua mix. The curliest tail, one ear that stood up and another that flopped. The tinest thing you ever saw. He was so tiny he used to play in the same cage with my 2 ferrets.

He was such a great dog, everyone loved him. Woman would stop on the street and talk to him. He was such a friendly, lovable dog. He would go to the hairdresser with me, sit on my lap, and lick my face while I was getting my hair cut.

Than one day when I was on a job interview, my roommate took him out even though he would not consider going out before I got home(he must have thought he would see me soon). He would purposely wait for me to come home; he had an uncanny nack of knowing when I would pull up, and I would drive him to the park where he would be treated to a long walk without a leash. He had a little girlfriend he liked to meet down there and the two of them would wander the park together.

Well this one day, my roommate was taking him out when my neighbors’ 4 pitt bulls got loose ran up the back steps and yanked him off my back porch with such force that his collar came off. To go into detail about how badly they hurt him would be too tramatic for me to explain, but he ended up brain dead at the age of 3 and had to be put to sleep.

It was the most horrific day of my life. I still see that little guy in my minds eye. I still have his ashes in my house and recently while cleaning up from a flood in my basement, I ran across a bunch of shots of him. He was so small that my camera bag was bigger than him. I miss him so much and he would be 9 years old had he been able to live his life before his encounter with the dogs next door.

What a neat story. I have mementos of all my pets that have died. And to everyone who lost their pets in tragic situations-my thoughts and prayers are with you.

How obvious is the love in your story. It reminds me of my feelings for Tyggress—who died Nov. 7, 2005, just shy of her 16th birthday—her sister and littermate, Prowler (still going strong) and our tomcat, Li’l Bit, about 3, who came mewing in distress and hunger one February night two years ago, and now gives Prowler a reason not to pine over her sister, and gives me nightly good-night kisses. And Tyggress? She’s merely waiting around the corner for Prowler, Li’l Bit and me to join her; and in the evenings, she shares God’s lap with Beverly, and all the dogs and pussycats in heaven (thank God! that God has a big lap).

They give us so much love and pleasure, and they are here for such a short time…
I feel for you, Hillary.
Lots of love

I remember my chihuahua…her name was mona…I miss her dearly…I can honestly say that she was my baby girl.

To my bestfriend Tigger – a brave brindle bull terrier. You will always be in my heart!!!

When my husband and I were first married we were sent by the Army to be stationed in Hawaii. I was so lonely for my family so far away that my husband decided we could get a pet. I went to the shelter there and picked out the sweetest 2-year-old Lhasa Apso with the biggest personality in the world.

I named him Crinkles (he always came running when he heard paper crinkle—thinking it was food!) and he became almost like my child from that day on. He was there when I had my miscarriages and was a great comfort when my hubby was deployed so much. He was also there when we adopted our perfect little baby boy. After ten years however, he developed diabetes, a heart murmer & Cushings Disease. We treated all those as long as we could. On the Ides of March 2003 he suffered a stroke and we had to put him to sleep. I don’t think I’ve ever cried that much in my life.

Just the other day my son came across this silly little doggie cowboy hat that for some unknown reason Crinkles always loved. My son is into cowboy stuff right now, so I showed him a picture of Crinkles with the hat (he was only 3-months-old when Crinkles died) and told him all about our wonderful adventures with “Crinkles the Wonder Cowboy Dog”. He’s still carrying that picture around and tells me that he can’t wait until we see Crinkles in Heaven because he has a few “cowboy questions that only a cowboy dog can answer”... I think Crinkles will be ready with a few answers for him… and he’ll be wearing that sweet, silly old hat.

Great story. Yes, I, too, have keepsakes from all the dogs I have owned (or who owned me). My beautiful Sasha was just taken to the Rainbow Bridge on March 13th. She was a Rottweiler from a Rottie Rescue, and was the sweetest dog I have ever owned. She loved going to her “job” – to a motorcycle shop my husband manages – and she managed to woo everyone who came there. Many people came to the store only to visit Sasha. She was a wonderful Ambassador for the breed of Rottweilers – a breed often misunderstood. Her gentle spirit will always be with me. We had to put her to sleep after a brave battle with bone cancer. She was such a wonderful dog that we have now adopted another Rottweiler female – Razz. Thank you for sharing your story.

Funny how beautiful something as ugly as a chewed up old sock can be. To you, it is beautiful because it keeps memories of Bev close. But do you sometimes wonder, “If somebody had to go through my stuff some day, what would they think about this sock?” I wonder about that sometimes with my own odds and ends.

I miss my dog Hermione. Its been a couple of weeks since she died. :(
She got hit by a car. she would’ve lived if she didn’t have a heartattack. I miss her so much and would do anything to get her back. she was so young. only 4 years old.

I lost my dear friend barney on july 10 2006 after a 5 month battle with diabetes,he was a australian sheppard lab mix and a absolutely wonderful dog who hiked the Cascade mountain range for many years with me,I had much difficulty regulating his glucose level and so did his vet,after 5 months of struggle he started losing weight and appetite and was throwing up,at the age of 10yrs.10 mo. I made the devastating decision to be there while he was put to sleep,he made friends everywhere he went and this story is a tribute to his life,barney will be missed by many forever,I loved you barney!!!

Our Rottie boy Klaus went to Rainbow Bridge early this morning. We all miss him dearly. This first evening without him is the one that cuts the most!! Thanks for all your great stories.

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