Hi everyone, I’ve just joined this forum because I lost my dog this Saturday, 29/01/22. A little 16-year-old Chihuahua. I loved him more than anything in the world; I had to have him put to sleep, and it was the worst day of my life. Now, I’m not afraid of anything anymore, because after the courage it takes to do that, I honestly wouldn’t care if I died. My pain is immense. He was my little boy and we had such an incredible bond. I’m crying every minute, every second; I can’t accept that he’s no longer by my side, it hurts too much. He’d gone deaf and blind and two of his legs were paralysed. We kept him going regardless; we’d set him up in a little baby playpen and he was doing alright, he was happy enough despite everything. But over the last four days we had to take him to the vet several times; he became paralysed in all four legs this time and he was crying non-stop, day and night. He was suffering because he couldn’t sit up anymore, he was in pain... in the end, we had to make the decision to have him put to sleep. I held him in my arms until his very last breath; I didn’t leave him for a single second during the procedure, even though I felt like I might collapse myself, but I stayed strong for him until the end. I kept him in my arms. I can’t seem to get over the grief; I keep replaying that awful moment in my head over and over, wondering if I made the right choice... I’m just lost. My grief is so heavy, people just don't understand. I talk to him all the time, even though he's gone. 😞
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Good evening. Oh god, it’s so hard. I lost my lovely little Pepsi six months ago now; he was such a wonderful little Jack Russell. Even with time passing, the grief is still just as heavy. I cry every day; a part of me has gone out, it’s such a painful ache. I’m just not coping; I see him everywhere and I dream about him. My little darling was almost 15. He had a small mass form in his oesophagus during his final year, which caused difficulty eating, regurgitation and coughing, then more and more pain, and towards the end, occasional breathing difficulties. The vet strongly advised against surgery, and I’d always said I never wanted my little treasure to suffer. It’s so hard to know if I made the right decisions, but people tell me I did and that he had a wonderful life. I certainly tried my best to meet his needs as much as possible; I organised my whole life around him. He went everywhere and did everything with us. Oh, my Pepsi 😭 how I miss you, I love you so much. Sending strength to you all 💔🐶❤️🩹
My Homer passed away following an illness last October. I miss him so much. I loved giving his little nose a tender kiss. Today, I’d love nothing more than to hold you in my arms and show him just how much I love him.
My little dog passed away today and I’m so heartbroken. I lived alone with him and he was the love of my life, my companion as a 76-year-old pensioner.
Good evening, I’m looking online for help on how to get through this overwhelming grief, despair and depression after losing my 11-year-old Chihuahua on 1st October 2025 (3 days ago). A good week before his final visit to the vet—it had been a while since he’d last been seen—I took him in for his anal glands. Everything else seemed fine; the vet told me he had a strong heart and years ahead of him. Three days later, he choked while eating. I managed to "save" him, but then his condition went downhill: vomiting and some kind of fit or seizure. We went back to the vet and they kept him in. The blood results were bad... kidneys, diabetes and acute pancreatitis, so he was hospitalised for two days. I ended up asking to take him home on the third day. He started eating with me again and I hoped he was getting better, but no. The only choice I had left was to put him to sleep to end his suffering. He's gone now. I really thought I’d have him with me for a few more years. It’s such a shock, but I blame myself so much. He had been drinking a lot and was always begging for food. He’d put on weight, but because of his age I didn't worry. It must have been the diabetes; I never even thought of that as a possibility. If only I’d realised, he could have had the right treatment (insulin), his condition would have been stable and he’d have had at least two more years of life. I feel so guilty for not understanding that there was a problem. My grief is immense and there's such a void where my dog Joy was. I have another dog who's nearly six and a cat, but even with them here, I cry every day from the moment I wake up.
Good evening, I also lost my little dog Emy on 7th October. I just can't come to terms with her death; it makes me feel sick that she’s no longer here. I keep trying to talk sense into myself, telling myself she couldn't live forever, but it’s so incredibly hard to make the decision to have her put to sleep and then deal with the regrets afterwards. I know it's selfish of me to want to keep her when she was so poorly, but I’m just lost and heartbroken. I can see I’m not the only one feeling like this...
Good evening, I’ve been searching the internet for some way to cope with this overwhelming grief, despair and depression after losing my 11-year-old Chihuahua on the 1st of October (3 days ago). About a week before he passed, I'd taken him to the vet—it had been a long time since his last check-up—just to have his anal glands seen to. Apart from that, everything seemed fine; the vet even told me he had a strong heart and years left in him.
Then, 3 days later, he choked while eating. I managed to "save" him, but after that, his condition just went downhill: vomiting and some kind of fits or seizures. I took him back to the vet and they kept him in. The blood tests were bad... kidneys, diabetes and acute pancreatitis. He was hospitalised for 2 days and I eventually asked to take him home on the 3rd day. He started eating with me again and I hoped he was turning a corner, but it wasn't to be. The only decision left was to end his suffering and put him to sleep.
He’s gone, and I really thought I’d have him by my side for a few more years yet. It’s such a shock, but I feel so guilty. He’d been drinking loads and was always begging for food. He'd put on weight, but because of his age, I didn't worry. It must have been the diabetes. It never even crossed my mind, but if I’d only clocked that something was wrong, he could have had the right treatment (insulin), stayed stable, and had at least another 2 years of life. I blame myself so much for not realising. My grief is immense, and there is such a void without my dog, Joy. I have another dog who is nearly 6 and a cat, but despite them being here, I cry every single day the moment I wake up.
Hi everyone, I’ve been searching the internet to find a way out of this overwhelming grief, despair, and depression after losing my 11-year-old Chihuahua on the 1st of October (just 3 days ago). About a week before, I’d taken him to the vet — it had been a while since his last check-up — just to have his anal glands done. Other than that, everything seemed fine and the vet told me he had a strong heart and years left in him. Three days later, he choked while eating. I managed to "save" him, but then his condition just spiralled: vomiting, and some sort of fit or convulsion. I took him back to the vet and they kept him in. The blood tests were bad... his kidneys, diabetes, and acute pancreatitis. After he’d been hospitalised for two days, I asked to bring him home. On the third day, he started eating with me again and I hoped he was getting better, but he wasn't. The only choice I had left was to put him to sleep to end his suffering. I really thought I’d have him by my side for a few more years. It’s such a shock, but I feel so guilty. He had been drinking a lot and was always begging for food; he’d even put on weight, but I just put it down to his age and didn't worry. It must have been the diabetes. I never even considered that possibility, and if I’d only realised, he could have had the right treatment (insulin). He would have been stable and had at least another two years of life. I blame myself so much for not understanding that something was wrong. The pain is immense and there’s such a hole where my dog, Joy, used to be. I have another dog who's nearly six and a cat, but even with them here, I cry every single day from the moment I wake up.
I know exactly how you feel, I lost my Tama today and I’m in total shock.
Yes, it’s so hard every single day. His little face, the way he looked at me, the memories and all the love he gave us... you really have to be so brave. I just can’t get over it, but anyway, I hope you don't let it make you ill, even though it's not easy at all. It’s true that we love them like our own children, at least I do, so it really is heartbreaking. Sending love to Tama and to my Doby.
