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Pet Loss Library

Our Pet Loss Library features articles written by grief professionals that will address many of the questions you may have when dealing with the loss of a pet. It also contains articles and stories from others who have experienced a similar loss.

Featured Story

Love for Lizzie, by Lynne

My cat Lizzie was a truly unique cat. She acted like a dog, in that she ran to you if you called, she followed you or strangers down the sidewalk, visited the neighbors, she followed commands, and jumped from the ground into my arms. She was very vocal, and responded in meows when I spoke to her, so much that people commented that it sounded as if we were having a conversation. She was a very important part of my life.

Lizzie was an indoor/outdoor cat, and I thought she didn't go into the street. I had her for 8 years until the day that an ex-boyfriend curiously showed up at my work, with a strange look on his face. He said he had bad news for me, and held out his hand. I couldn't fathom what in the world he was doing with her collar, as he knew she needed to be wearing it. He described finding her on the road, hit by a car. He had taken her to a vet, but she was dead.

My head began to spin, my heart began to pound, and I felt the most indescribable pain and sadness that I can still remember to this day, if I allow myself to go there. (This was 8 years ago.)

He didn't seem to understand why I would want to get her body from the vet. Of course I want to bury her, I told him. I was unable go retrieve her, to hold her lifeless body when just that morning she was the epitome of life.

I asked my sweet Dad to get her for me. Unfortunately, the ex-boyfriend who admittedly was upset by the situation had not given any thought to the probability that I would want to bury her, and didn't give the vet my name or contact information. Without that info, the vet called the city to dispose of the body.

My father spent 2 hours trying to locate her for me, with- out any luck. Talk about added pain to an already agonizing day. The bright spot of the day was when a co-worker came to my house with flowers, and a card signed by almost all of my co-workers, and a granite marker with Lizzie's name on it. I may not have been able to bury her, but I was able to honor her in a beautiful garden setting at my mother's house. I will never stop missing her.

The love of my life

by Freddysmom

Yesterday morning, just 24 hours ago, I had to put my beloved puppy, Freddy to sleep. I can not begin to describe the pain I am feeling. I have lost every single family member except for my sister and none of those losses can compare with how I am feeling now.

Freddy was diagnosed with stomach cancer in November 2004. She was operated on and had half of her stomach removed. She came through the surgery fabulously. We then put her through 4 chemo treatments though they were experimental. She was a trouper through it all! A month after the last treatment, she had an ultrasound and things looked great. They told us to bring her back in 6 weeks for another ultrasound.

She was doing quite well for a month but then she vomited. We were alarmed that the cancer had returned but also thought it might have just been a coincidence. Two days later she threw up again.

We called Ohio State University where all the work had been done. They suggested bringing her in for another ultrasound. This time they saw a thickening in the area where the tumor had been. No other treatment was advised. We thought perhaps we would have her for months or more.

Within a week, she was throwing up more. Yesterday morning she followed me everywhere and was making her noise that she made when she wanted something. she became more persistent. I thought I would take her to the park but she kept making the noise in the car. She had never done this before. I brought her back home and realized she was in pain. She couldn't get comfortable.

I called the vet and she came right over. We put Freddy to sleep and my heart is shattered. I never thought I could feel so empty. She and I had a soul connection. We were inseparable. I want her back. My heart has a hole as big as the universe and my house no longer feels like a home. The loss of her energy is everywhere.

I am 52 years old and just lost my most beloved companion of 10 1/2 years.

Frannie and Frieda

by Heather

My story is of two very loved family pets, Frannie and Frieda. Two very missed cats. Both hit by a vehicle on our street. First Frannie, a very affectionate six year old grey tabby she loved nothing more that to hang around out side with her cat buddies.

I am an airline employee/web coordinator. The week of the tragic events in New York City, I was working frantically to keep up with events, making sure information provided through our website was not only current but also sensitive to the situation. On Friday September 14,2001 I thought the worst was over. It had been an emotionally and physically draining week. I arrived home only to have my neighbor come to my door with Frannie in a box. She had been run over by a car.

I was still trying come to terms with her loss when I arrived home on Monday January 14, 2002 to find Frieda in the street. I drove up my street and there she was. In the center of the road. When I left the house she was inside; after the loss of Frannie, I vowed never to leave the house again and leave her out.

She had gotten out on when my house keeper came over. I had left strict instructions never to let the cat out. Frieda was not road smart at all. She was wonderful cat. She was not even two years old.

I think one of the problems is our house is at the bottom of a large hill. There is a great lack of regard for the posted speed limit. Drivers seem to think they are immune to animals or worse, children, stepping out from the curb. I have contacted my local police department to see if they are not willing to at least increase police visibility in this area.

My husband and I are now going to sell this house; we just cannot stay here.

My husband would like to get another cat right away. I however do not agree with this. I think we should wait until the move is completed. Nothing will bring back Frannie or Frieda.

If I can say anything at all it is to give your pet everything it needs .Just keep them safe or if outside on a lead. I know there is deeper tragedy than the loss of two cats, but for me it is the issue at hand that I must find a way to deal with right now.

I am having trouble coming to terms with the loss of two, family pets. Both with in the last three months. Both hit by a car on my street.

The day I lost a good friend

by Skozak665

It's hard for me to even type at this moment. Where do I begin? Up until two days ago I had a pet bunny. His name was Bamajama, he was the sweetest, kindest, most loving animal in the world.

I got up Monday morning, late as usual for work. I walked in the computer room where Bam was said my usual, "Hey buddy morning." I noticed he was in his litter box shaking and that there was diarrhea in his cage so I hurried and cleaned it. Then I called and told my fiancee' about it and asked him to keep an eye on Bam when he came home for lunch.

When I got home the first thing I did is run up the stairs to check up on him. He wasn't his usual hopping around self so I knew something was wrong. I called the vet but she was gone for the day and so they advised me to take him to the emergency vet. By this time it was 7 p.m.

I drove to the emergency vet, but discovered they didn't open till 8 p.m. so I went back home. I drove back to the vet at 8:40 p.m., sat in the emergency area. Around 9:43 I was still waiting in the waiting room for Bammy to be seen. He took a big gasp of air & I panicked -- my fiancee' yelled & they told us to go to the next room. Then they told us he had no heart beat and he was dead.

I haven't stopped crying since that day. I am heart broken. I feel guilty that I should have brought him to the vet early morning he would have been alive. I feel that he depended on me to be his voice and I let him down; he died because I didn't speak out at the emergency room. I feel so sad and horrible for Bamajama that I let him down when I was supposed to be his voice!

This is a story about my bunny -- I am devastated.

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