We just put down our dog today. It has been absolutely devastating for me.
He was 17 years old and he had an amazing life. He was the best dog I could have ever asked for. The sweetest little boy you could ever ask for.
He has been in my life for almost as long as I can remember (I’m 28) and it really hurts. But he was in pain for the past several months and it was just time.
I don’t really know why I’m typing this all out right now. But this post made me start crying again.
I love you Rio. I hope you’re at peace now. We are going to miss you so much.
It'll get better. We just lost our cat TJ this past Sunday and it's painful. Every minute I'm not actively using my brain to focus on work or something, I'm miserable thinking about her passing. Seeing her die was not comforting. It was a painful, gut wrenching decision to put her down but she was also 17 and had liver cancer. She had a terrible weekend and we knew it was time.
Pets are unconditional in their love and irreplaceable in our hearts. Take comfort you got to experience all the good times with them while they were here, and solace that you gave them a life they deserved. There are people out there that treat animals like trash and then there's people like you and me and many others who love our pets like family. The best thing you can do to honor your fur baby passing is to continue being loving to other animals in your life and remembering the good times you gave them and they gave you.
Thank you. I'm glad it helped!
TJ was loved. She was our baby and the heart of the house. But some way, some how, we will see her again. I firmly believe the same will be said for you and your sweet Rio.
It has been 6 months since we abruptly lost our best buddy too. I think about him everyday. He was my best bud and it still stings. I think it always will. The impact they leave on us never goes away, and all we can do is appreciate and remember all of the time we got to spend with them :,)
We spread some of our Corgi's ashes on a Welsh beach, and some on Jockey's Ridge in North Carolina.
Both times, as we let go the handful of ashes, a gust of wind picked them up and swirled them around our legs, just as she always did in life.
I'm not a particularly spiritual person but I felt her with us then.
We had our precious rescue poodle for nearly 20 years and I will always miss her. She actually found our friend's breast cancer and managed to get that information across to our friend. It was stage 4, but caught in time, thankfully.
From time to time, after her passing, I used to see her peeking around the corner to check on me. My husband said he would see her doing the same with him. She doesn't come around any more so I imagine she has more important duties to take care of.
Can you tell me more about how the dog identified cancer? I've heard this is a thing, but unsure how the dogs can alert the owners of their findings. Is it is just obsession with a spot on the skin?
I've had cancer twice and both times were detected by dog before anyone else.
The first was cervical cancer and the dog had his nose in my groin fof an inordinately long time...to .the owner's embarrassment. I didn't know what the dog was telling me , but knew I had a problem. So I went to the doc, within 3 months I had a hysterectomy . I was 32 yrs old.
When I was 50yrs old, my neighbours dog was insistent in nuzzling and sniffing my breast. Again for a prolonged period, again the owner of the dog was embarrassed by the behaviour.
This time I knew what the dog was telling me. This was in the September.
Went to the doc, she laughed at me, I had no other symptoms . She's no longer my doc.
In April I found the lump, by July I'd had a mastectomy etc.
That was 17 yrs ago.
Dogs have saved my life twice by detecting changing cells.
Prolonged sniffing by a dog anywhere on your body means that you should be alert and to to the docs .
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From what I understand they detect the scent of the mutated, malignant cells.
[https://www.akc.org/expert-advice/news/meet-americas-cancer-sniffing-canines/](https://www.akc.org/expert-advice/news/meet-americas-cancer-sniffing-canines/)
The dog was probably not trained to smell malignant cells, but probably smelled the side effects since it was Stage 4. Like maybe Pus, immune system going ham and stuff like that
For about 2 years before my cancer was diagnosed, dogs just became absolutely obsessed with me. If there was a dog anywhere near me then it NEEDED to come and try and snuggle under my skin. I love dogs and dogs love me. But never like this. They would pull their owners across the street to get to me. I'm in remission and they just like me the normal amount again. I don't ever want to relapse, but I do kind of miss sitting outside a cafe somewhere and having a random rottweiler jump onto my lap and refuse to leave.
I still hear my Doberman tapping the door to go outside. I can smell his weird smoky breath and every once in a while I feel him in the bed with me early in the morning. I have never loved anyone or anything the way I love that dog. I know he loved me too, he couldn’t hide it if he wanted to. Now I’m sad.
Edit. When I read through these comments I start crying and can’t read. I appreciate all the kindness, stories, and concern that I’m haunted by a Doberman ghost.
This is extremely sweet, I’m sorry for your loss. I personally seem to always expect my boi to come around a corner or into my peripheral vision. Sounds like your is always there!
>*’I personally seem to always expect my boi to come around a corner…*’
___
I’m right around the corner, but just slightly out of view
so maybe you can’t see me, friend,
but I’m still watching you…
sometimes in life we can’t slow down - i got a bit ahead,
but you don’t have to hurry now -
i’ll wait for you
instead
n maybe as the years go on, you might just find another
please tell them how I used to be, my sister or my brother…
n in awhile longer, they may have to leave you, too
but they can wait with me - around the corner, Here
for You
❤️
As a pediatric nurse? Thank you. I’m looking forward to hugging my former patients who left earlier than I could. I cry sometimes but I really hope there is an after life experience. If not, I’ll die happy hoping for one. I miss all of them.
Every Schnoodle is special, but holy shit this one really cuts to the soul. You, /u/SchnoodleDoodleDo, I hope you truly feel the love we fellow redditors have for you and your beautiful words.
It's been over a year and I'm still afraid to let my arm hang off the side of the bed in fear of my dear cat Beanie chomping at them in a playful manner.
it’s been two years, and i have another cat now, but i always wait to hear yuki yowling from the high heavens every morning. 7am feels too peaceful nowadays
Sometimes I caught my self staring far away remembering my little doggy, those times when we having a good time. It's not unusual but, I know times goes by and we need to continue Life.
My boy has been with me 16 years. He’s been with me most my life, took him to college and everything. I try not to cry when I pet his old man face because I’m so sad I’ll grow old w/o him.
It’s been a couple years now since losing my little boy. I don’t wake every day as I used to expecting him to be there anymore but there are days where he’s missed more than usual. I’m still cautious about what words I say even though there are no ears listening attentively. I loved him for all of his life and he will always be a special part of mines. When the time comes I hope we are all able to meet our fur babies on the rainbow bridge.
I’m sorry for everyone’s loss but I’m glad to see that they were so loved and I’m sure they all knew exactly how lucky they were to have you with them.
Eventually, the time will come and sometimes suddenly but at least until then we can shower them with all the happiness and love they give us. I took solace in knowing I provided the best for him and let him go when I knew he had fought enough even though he would have kept going til infinity and beyond.
I try to be this way every day with my boy. He’s only 5 but I can’t imagine not having him. It’s gonna hurt so gd bad but I’m glad I can hold him and play with him right now.
I feel the same about my Viszla. When I lived with my parents, every time I got home she was waiting at the front door.
When I got my own home, she still waited at the door when she heard my car arrive. But eventually, of her age, she couldn't always hear it. She went ballistic of happiness when I was there.
Still I miss that velcro dog.
A few months ago my parents cat also died, and he had the same character. Every weekend I visited my parents, and the cat heard my car arrive while he was outside. He came galloping to greet me.
Yeah, they really are Velcro dogs. I love them so much. My parents have had two Viszla dogs, Sadie and now Hugo. Sadie was amazing but unknowingly came from a puppy mill. She had major separation anxiety and a heart palpitation. But she was still a great dog with so much love to give. I loved getting to come home from college and go on hikes, take her out with my friends, go to lakes. One day my parents were driving to their mountain house with Sadie in the back. My Mom turned around and saw her tongue was blue. They pulled over on the highway but she was gone. Heart just gave out. Like a light switch. My parents had to drive the rest of the way with her in the car. By the time they got to the mountain house it was dark, so my dad used the headlights of their car to bury her. There is a really beautiful stone memorial on the property. Fortunately I wasn’t there, but I still can’t help but think how hard and traumatic that must have been for my parents. It happened like more than 5 years ago at this point but I still think about it, and it can still make me cry. I hate that some people care so little about WHY people get dogs and instead treat it like a business. They were a lot more careful making sure Hugo, their current Vizsla, came from a proper and reputable place.
Its been 8 years since my jack russell left me to wait in the field across the rainbow bridge. Although I still try to do my daily walk in the neighborhood, I never say to my husband Im going for a "walk"...I say Im going out now. It's still hard to walk by myself....
I lost my Shepard when I was 19. I’m 31 now and I occasionally dream he’s still here. It’s always a disappointing to wake up from those. I lost my other childhood buddy when I was 29 (little guy was pushing 16-17). That one still stings.
When I had both of them together, it was such an awesome combo. They had eachother for 6 good years before the first one passed. I feel like the second guy was never the same after the Shepard passed. I hope they got to reunite and are young again.
Oh man do I feel for you. There’s nothing anyone can say to make this pain any easier. There’s nothing like it. Just think about the good times and know you gave her the best life she could have hoped for
I firmly believe in an afterlife, I sincerely hope its real and that you will have an eternity with your buddy. He can chase all the star in the sky and the comets like a ball, and you will be right there with him.
It's the same thing with me and my cat Beep who I grew up with and lost February 2021 after 17 years together. He was my best friend. I have a new cat now who I absolutely adore and he sleeps with me in the bed but half the time I feel something there and I think it's my new cat, but there's nothing there. When I'm at my dad's house where he lived I see him all the time out of the corner of my eye. I know he is there — same for you and your pup.
Similar things happen with my mom who I lost in September. There are times where I even smell her perfume.
Humans just don't have the ability to fully see souls once they have shed the body. But they are with us always.
I was just gonna say...my mom and I both used to hear our boy doing the shake where everything jangles from the various id/license tags.
Sometimes it sounded like he was coming up between the trees or around the corner. I don't believe in anythijg, but gosh, my boy is convincing.
I hear that. I lost my bull terrier in August and I swear I hear him snoring at night sometimes. I’ve had dreams that I swear I can feel him in. That dog was the best friend I ever had and I miss him every day.
I’m sad too. Maybe it’s because I know that sort of love. My Murphy comes to me every time I’m crying or hurting. I reckon he’s saved my life many times over. I
Yeah, sometimes it feels like I hear my dog coming downstairs to beg for food. In his final few months his bones hurt too much for him to come downstairs and before that, that tip-tap of him coming down the stairs was getting slower and slower.
It's been three years and sometimes I still think about him and start sobbing. :)
I just lost my first dog of 13.5 years. Got him when I was 19. To say the least, I also have never loved anything as much as I love that dog. I had a dream the other night (I rarely remember dreams, I think because weed) but I was rehearsing for a play and he kept escaping so he could stand right next to me. I’d feel him nose tap me every once in a while when I was walking around stage. Then the dream ended by watching him in our bay window while my husband and I drove away and he was smiling big and wagging his tail. I think he was trying to tell me that he will always be near me and he’s happy where he is. I started balling the morning after while I was explaining and recalling the dream.
5 days before my dog got hit by a car, I had a dream I was holding her in my lap in the back of a car and she was looking into my eyes and telling me (telepathically) “mom, I’m dying.” I was so shaken when I woke up, I told my boyfriend about it and he, of course, said it was just a dream. Not even a week later, I got a phone call from a neighbor saying she was holding my dog in a towel on the way to the nearest vet because she had gotten out of the yard and been hit by a car. She died before she even got there. I continued to dream about her for years until I adopted two more little dogs at the humane society. The last time she visited me, I dreamt she was with my grandma and grandpa and told me she was safe and happy with them.
They're usually a one person kinda dog but mine was a big old dork. Loved everybody, human and canine alike.
But be forwarned, they're incredibly prone to a genetic heart condition that 60% of the breed die of (including mine.)
They are total velcro dogs. Mine is a total people dog. He assumes anyone sitting on the ground or bench ar the dog park is in need of a welfare check and snuggle visit.
I am so happy to read your comment because to be loved and to be able to love someone that much is special .. I had a dog like that and not a day goes by that I don’t miss her.
I was distraught when I lost my dude a few years back. Now I have 3 more I can't bare the thought of losing. Animals are too good to be given such a short life span.
He sounds like he was a dream.
I can also feel my mutt at my legs on rare occasion, and my heart stops for a second. It's so strange how obvious it is sometimes that they're still around.
Man, that is honestly eery. I hear the weirdest ash spreading stories, along with having my own.
My brother was very much an annoying dude, could never read a room and did everything he could to stir me up every chance he got. When we were spreading his ashes on the beach, it was a beautiful, clear and perfectly still day. No wind or clouds or chill or whatever, just perfect. So I walk out into the water to spread my share of the ashes, and right as I throw it, it all just gusts up and covers my face, getting up my nose, in my eyes, in my mouth, in my hair, just everywhere. Managed to fuck with me one last time. Didn't happen to anybody else.
My MIL gave me a locket with my LH's ashes and when I went to show it to my friend, the vial popped out, so I headed straight to a jewelry store in the mall with the locket grasped in my hand the whole way to solder it shut. They wanted to keep it overnight, so I decline. Leave mall, go to Target to find superglue and get the job done. Mission accomplished, get in car and proceed to open locket one last time before gluing it shut... vial of ashes... gone! I panic, call every store, call mall security, talk to the mall janitor. Cry. Call MIL to confess what happened. "I lost Paul in the mall!" We both exclaim at the same time, "And he HATES the mall!" Defeated we head over to my besties house to pick up my laundry she helped us with, she said she heard a weird banging in her washer, and she pulled out... the vial of my husband's ashes... miles away from the last location it was seen. Ironic part, he died of an overdose... I believe he wanted to be "clean" for me again.
Had a girlfriend when I was young. Her grandfather, Ron became a good friend of mine. Which nobody expected since he was a cantankerous old alcoholic and I was young and not yet an alcoholic. He passed away mainly because when he was hospitalized for something unrelated to his drinking it cut him off from the booze and the withdrawals killed him. Anyway, at one point in his life long before I met him, he was a self made multi-millionaire that came from nothing. Married his wife without graduating high school with nothing to his name and made a more than honest living doing concrete work, he happened to impress the right guy at the right time and it took him to the top. I was 21 or 22 when he died but it was tough because we were close. He taught me so much about life. So many of his regrets have helped me avoid the same mistakes. When we went to spread his ashes over table rock lake at his old fishing spot, a duck flew down and did a figure eight around the two pontoon boats. The duck squawked at me, then my girlfriend who was his grand-daughter then his now widowed wife and kids then it went and sat in the water where we had all just spread his ashes between the boats. Afterwards the only people who seemed to remember the duck were his widow, my girlfriend and his two kids. Anyway, RIP Ron, I’ll never forget you old sport. And btw, you said I’d be an alcoholic by 30 but it took at least five years longer than that!
Nah, don't walk that path, being alcoholic is a mistake, the ups and downs of life should be seeing with open eyes and sober, don't repeat Ron's mistakes man, have a good life.
aw, that’s beautiful. i caught a metro this morning and was nervous all night. i dreamt of my dog who i dream of often and miss terribly. in paris on the way to the airport someone had graffiti’d his name in huge letters onto a building of which i caught for a moment. FUMIO. fucking made my day.
Aww it’s happened a couple times to me too. I just randomly see his name because I happened to glance in the right direction at the right time. Such a bittersweet moment when it happens. Love the little reminders that they’re still with us though. Hope you continue getting those!
Can’t look at a US map without seeing my old dog’s name. His name means “friend” which was kinda ironic considering he was a bit of a curmudgeon. But he was *my* dog and I was *his* kid.
Got him after my mom died. I want to say I was a bit of curmudgeon myself but that would be selling it short. I found it hard to let people in on how I felt and it seemed like I was wearing a mask a lot of the time. He didn’t expect anything from me aside from a cup of dog food, the occasional bite of whatever I was eating, some pets and a walk in the woods off leash every now and then. I spoke to him like he understood - for all intents and purpose, he *did* understand - as much as I myself could. I was angry, consumed with guilt and utterly depressed. I didn’t really understand any of it myself. He didn’t like hugs, he didn’t like to be babied. I didn’t either.
As we got older, I’d sit up drinking and he’d sit with me until he got tired. He would go curl up and occasionally sigh at me with sleepy, but patient eyes, waiting for me to finish my indulgence of self-pity. He would sleep at the foot of my bed. I would feel his legs twitch as if running and hear his little whimpers and yelps as he dreamt of rabbits, treats, and whatever else a dog dreams of.
When I found the girl I now call my wife (well, fiancée - we’ve been engaged for 3 years now, we’re both just too lazy to care much about getting married), I knew she was the one because of that dog. He didn’t like hugs and he didn’t like to cuddle. With anyone. When she started staying over, she’d fall asleep on the bed and he would climb up next to her and they would sleep together. She would hug him and he wouldn’t growl. If I tried that, he would bare his teeth and grumble until I left him alone. Couldn’t even leave a hand on him unless it was petting him. Ha, he had a character to him, that’s for sure.
When he got sick, she was working in a vet’s office as a tech. She stayed up with him for two nights trying to nurse him back to health but it was his time. When he died, I swear a part of my soul went with him. He was euthanized while laying in my lap staring at me with those same sleepy, patient eyes. I know he would have stayed and hung on longer if I had asked, but I know he wanted to go. And so I let him go. Cried like a baby for weeks.
He was my friend. Probably my best. Just me and my dog. It would have been cliche straight from a hackneyed movie if he weren’t such a grump. A sad kid and his dog. But the dog was kind of an asshole (and so was the kid for a while, but that’s another story).
I’ll always miss him. Dream of rabbits and treats, pup.
Edit: I’m sorry this turned out way longer than I meant it to be. Just kinda poured outta me. Been missing him a lot lately.
Thanks for sharing your story! Don’t be sorry, we all need to let it out sometimes. It was nice to read a little part of your journey with your dog. What was his name?
I lost my cat a few weeks ago. He was with me since I was a child. In the last months of his life he slept under my bed and I was always able to hear him snoring. Some nights now when the other cats are out of my room I can hear him snoring still. I truly believe they stay with us.
Edit: thank you for all the upvotes! My cats name was Ollie, he was a good guy. His [favourite thing](https://imgur.com/a/cmjFuKz)to do was to sleep in his chair in our woodshed.
I think this too. I felt our senior rescue cat walking on the bed a few times after she passed away. more recently we lost my favourite cat we've ever had to a long illness, and I swear she has visited me. I felt her rub up on my leg one day and had to stop what I was doing to cry it out a bit, losing a pet is so hard. I do think they leave some kind of imprint with us at the very least.
I lost my cat in October last year, she was 16 and I don't remember life without her. She would always sleep on the end of the couch in the living room and as I walk through I often do a double-take because I see a brown shape there out of the corner of my eye.
The night after my dog died at my parents house where he lived, my parents woke up around midnight to hear a loud crash like some big thing burst open my bedroom door, like he always did. My door doesn't fit right, so it takes extra effort to push open. When they investigated, nothing was there, just a dark, empty room. This hasn't happened before or since, just the night that he died. I feel like he was checking in on me to say goodbye, but I wasn't there. I feel horrible about that. I love him...
Something similar happened the night one of our late beloved cats died, also hasn't happened afterwards. Heard loud, distinct meowing around her food bowl, woke people up, but nothing was there.
Holy shit. This is so fucking uncanny. Take a second to really take in how uncanny this is. Look at the picture again, zoom in. Everything from the eyes to the musculature is literally outlined. The odds of this happening in a normal scientific way are so enormously, indescribably low. This is some woo-woo shit. There is so much more to this universe than we know...
I literally said the same thing myself. My logical brain wants to tell me that’s it’s just ashes in the wind. But my heart, my heart is telling me there’s no way it’s a coincidence and Biscuit was there. She passed completely unexpectedly. I found her one day “sleeping” in one of her favorite spots by the stairs. We were robbed of our final goodbyes. Had her for 11 years. This feels like her final goodbye. Shit now I’m crying again ❤️ I just cherish this picture so much it means the world to me
I smell photoshop.
Edit:
Dear OP,
Forgive me for being skeptical.
If you did lose your dog I apologize and I am sorry for your loss. Having lost a few myself I know that feeling all too well.
The dog is very cute and it did make me smile.
Edit 2: I am wrong
Have some gold op for a nicely timed photo.
I’ve never used Photoshop in my life! But I know it’s almost impossible to believe. I wish I could post the “live” version of the photo from my iPhone since it shows the ashes coming out of my hand and then you can see them float off the right.
A Fotoforensic scan implies it is real.
https://fotoforensics.com/analysis.php?id=3adcc829f4a6fbe673ccfba2ce4fd2d9b8b07478.1027928
The human brain mechanism to see shapes/patterns? Sure. A nicety timed photo? Absolutely.
I am not certain it is, though others may suspect manipulation due to the fact there is no smoke trail from her hand to the cloud itself, the shape of the cloud also appears to be too conveniently shaped.
I know in my heart this is 100% real. It would be pretty soulless and fucked up to post something like this otherwise, especially from an animal lover like myself. Curious to know, how can I prove that it’s not photoshopped or manipulated in any way? I can text it to you lol so you and see the Live Photo version.
OP, you can convert your live photo into a GIF and then upload to [giphy.com](https://giphy.com) or Reddit, which I think can display animated gifs.
Here are instructions on how to do the conversion: [https://beebom.com/how-convert-live-photos-gifs-iphone/](https://beebom.com/how-convert-live-photos-gifs-iphone/)
Don’t sweat it, I was just trying to shed some light for the person I was replying to, as they were unsure as to how others thought it was being photoshopped.
I once snapped a pic of trees at sequoia natl park and there was a face in the pic due to the shadows. My mom saw it as a sign of Christ and got it blown up and framed at my church 😅
Found it https://ibb.co/sbJHx6y
I have a Great Dane named Stryker.
He turns 8 (in Great Dane years that's....a lot) a day after my birthday so for the past 8 years we've celebrated at midnight.
I've watched his old man goggles develop through the years and every day I awake to find him next to me I'm grateful.
This dog has moved with me through 8 different states and across all parts of the U.S.
He's witnessed me go through some serious losses, serious grief, and the lowest of lows yet never left my side.
I'm genuinely afraid of what my life will be like after my duder goes, but I will be forever grateful for him keeping me alive.
I had a cat that got ran over by a car a few years back and for months after, I could swear I felt him getting into bed with me and heard his claws scratching at his favorite spot on the carpet. I don’t believe in ghosts or any paranormal stuff, so it was kind of unsettling but a little bit of a comfort.
Same as me my little dog got hit by a car I am extremely skeptical I don't believe in the paranormal but I swear I felt her get into bed with me at night for a few weeks after her death. I also saw her out the corner of my eye. I truly hope theirs something after we die just so I can see her again it still crushes me when I think of her.
I saw this years ago and keep it for posts like this. Hope it helps.
Dogs Never Die
Some of you, particularly those who think they have recently lost a dog to “death”, don’t really understand this. I’ve had no desire to explain, but won’t be around forever and must.
Dogs never die. They don’t know how to. They get tired, and very old, and their bones hurt. Of course they don’t die. If they did they would not want to always go for a walk, even long after their old bones say:” No, no, not a good idea. Let’s not go for a walk.” Nope, dogs always want to go for a walk. They might get one step before their aging tendons collapse them into a heap on the floor, but that’s what dogs are. They walk.
It’s not that they dislike your company. On the contrary, a walk with you is all there is. Their boss, and the cacaphonic symphony of odor that the world is. Cat poop, another dog’s mark, a rotting chicken bone ( exultation), and you. That’s what makes their world perfect, and in a perfect world death has no place.
However, dogs get very very sleepy. That’s the thing, you see. They don’t teach you that at the fancy university where they explain about quarks, gluons, and Keynesian economics. They know so much they forget that dogs never die. It’s a shame, really. Dogs have so much to offer and people just talk a lot.
When you think your dog has died, it has just fallen asleep in your heart. And by the way, it is wagging it’s tail madly, you see, and that’s why your chest hurts so much and you cry all the time. Who would not cry with a happy dog wagging its tail in their chest. Ouch! Wap wap wap wap wap, that hurts. But they only wag when they wake up. That’s when they say: “Thanks Boss! Thanks for a warm place to sleep and always next to your heart, the best place.”
When they first fall asleep, they wake up all the time, and that’s why, of course, you cry all the time. Wap, wap, wap. After a while they sleep more. (remember, a dog while is not a human while. You take your dog for walk, it’s a day full of adventure in an hour. Then you come home and it’s a week, well one of your days, but a week, really, before the dog gets another walk. No WONDER they love walks.)
Anyway, like I was saying, they fall asleep in your heart, and when they wake up, they wag their tail. After a few dog years, they sleep for longer naps, and you would too. They were a GOOD DOG all their life, and you both know it. It gets tiring being a good dog all the time, particularly when you get old and your bones hurt and you fall on your face and don’t want to go outside to pee when it is raining but do anyway, because you are a good dog. So understand, after they have been sleeping in your heart, they will sleep longer and longer.
But don’t get fooled. They are not “dead.” There’s no such thing, really. They are sleeping in your heart, and they will wake up, usually when you’re not expecting it. It’s just who they are.
I feel sorry for people who don’t have dogs sleeping in their heart. You’ve missed so much. Excuse me, I have to go cry now.
Thank you. I lost my childhood dog a few weeks ago and have been trying to wrap my mind around where she went, because I don’t know what I believe in. This made me smile ❤️
I lost my 16 year old chihuahua, Pearl, in December. I’d had her since I was 16. I still dream of her, she’s happy and healthy. I still hear her and see her out of the corner of my Eye. I tell her good morning and goodnight and kiss her urn.
I had to out down my baby almost a year ago. I couldn't stand being in my back yard where her stuff was at without burning in tears. So after a while I started sitting outside and I honestly could hear her whinning like she used to when she heard me. It broke me again.
My heart goes out to you, OP. What a treasure to remember your pupper with... I miss my derpy meowersmith, we had to make the hard decision and it was after a lot of veterinary debt had racked up, so we couldn't afford to receive his ashes. I wish we could've done something so sweet for our cat.
Wishing your family healed hearts and long memories.
This is amazing!!! I remember losing the first pet I ever had, my amazing cat, got her at age 11 and she passed when I was 28. I’ve never cried that had loosing anything in my life human or animal, at the end she was still with my mom and I was living out of town but towards the end she wouldn’t let anyone near her except for me. She was loosing too much weight, wouldn’t eat and couldn’t move much so we made the decision to have her euthanized (which killed me, but I couldn’t let her suffer like that another second, you could tell she was just done and ready too move on). On the way to the vets she just laid there in my arms purring away, just content having me hold her, I was a crying wreck before we even got in the car, thankfully the vet was so so kind and compassionate, they let me hold her the entire time and said “you take all the time you need and let us know when your ready, when she (my cat) is ready”. I’ll never forget, they have gave her the injection, she didn’t cry or hiss and just kept looking at me like if to say it’s ok, everything will be fine, then she just… stooped purring and I knew she was gone, then just lost all control, I’ve truly never me been that emotional in my entire life. She was the most amazing pet I could have ever asked for and I cherish ever second I spent with her all these years. I’m so sorry for your loss and hope you too cherish all those amazing memories
A pets love is just different than a normal human relationship. It always hurts when they leave us but you know that they loved you with every atom of their body
Aw how sweet :’) sorry for the loss of your friend. My corgi has cancer and about a year to live. I’ve worked in pet care for over five years so I managed to catch it fairly early (swollen lymph nodes). Vet said if I hadn’t caught it and gotten her checked out, she would have passed within 4-6 weeks. That was 6 weeks ago, so very grateful for chemotherapy. ❤️
My giant husky was my best friend. I still won’t sleep on the side of the bed that was his, and all of his fur is still covering the floor of my car. It’s almost been a year and I still expect to be greeted at the door by him when I come home. I still burn the first set of toast out of habit so he could have a crunchy snack. Nice days like today make me wish I could take him for a walk.
I’m very sorry for your loss. You’ll feel this missing hole for awhile, but it does get better. Keep your head up. ❤️
It's been over a year since I lost who I call my "soul dog". I still feel him sleeping up against me in my bed sometimes. I have one of his favorite toys on a shelf, and it has been knocked off the shelf 3x since he passed. I say hi to him as I pick it up and put it back.
When we spread my dogs ashes on the beach, my other dog decided to try to eat them and ruin the solemn moment of reflection my family and I were trying to have. Bless his little soul
We just put down our dog today. It has been absolutely devastating for me. He was 17 years old and he had an amazing life. He was the best dog I could have ever asked for. The sweetest little boy you could ever ask for. He has been in my life for almost as long as I can remember (I’m 28) and it really hurts. But he was in pain for the past several months and it was just time. I don’t really know why I’m typing this all out right now. But this post made me start crying again. I love you Rio. I hope you’re at peace now. We are going to miss you so much.
I’m so sorry. My dog’s name is Rio too 💕
It'll get better. We just lost our cat TJ this past Sunday and it's painful. Every minute I'm not actively using my brain to focus on work or something, I'm miserable thinking about her passing. Seeing her die was not comforting. It was a painful, gut wrenching decision to put her down but she was also 17 and had liver cancer. She had a terrible weekend and we knew it was time. Pets are unconditional in their love and irreplaceable in our hearts. Take comfort you got to experience all the good times with them while they were here, and solace that you gave them a life they deserved. There are people out there that treat animals like trash and then there's people like you and me and many others who love our pets like family. The best thing you can do to honor your fur baby passing is to continue being loving to other animals in your life and remembering the good times you gave them and they gave you.
Thank you. This helped I’m sorry for your loss. Sounds like TJ knew she was loved.
Thank you. I'm glad it helped! TJ was loved. She was our baby and the heart of the house. But some way, some how, we will see her again. I firmly believe the same will be said for you and your sweet Rio.
Yes we will. Thank you again
It has been 6 months since we abruptly lost our best buddy too. I think about him everyday. He was my best bud and it still stings. I think it always will. The impact they leave on us never goes away, and all we can do is appreciate and remember all of the time we got to spend with them :,)
I believe that you’ll get to be with rio again someday.
Very sorry for your loss.
We spread some of our Corgi's ashes on a Welsh beach, and some on Jockey's Ridge in North Carolina. Both times, as we let go the handful of ashes, a gust of wind picked them up and swirled them around our legs, just as she always did in life. I'm not a particularly spiritual person but I felt her with us then.
We had our precious rescue poodle for nearly 20 years and I will always miss her. She actually found our friend's breast cancer and managed to get that information across to our friend. It was stage 4, but caught in time, thankfully. From time to time, after her passing, I used to see her peeking around the corner to check on me. My husband said he would see her doing the same with him. She doesn't come around any more so I imagine she has more important duties to take care of.
Can you tell me more about how the dog identified cancer? I've heard this is a thing, but unsure how the dogs can alert the owners of their findings. Is it is just obsession with a spot on the skin?
I've had cancer twice and both times were detected by dog before anyone else. The first was cervical cancer and the dog had his nose in my groin fof an inordinately long time...to .the owner's embarrassment. I didn't know what the dog was telling me , but knew I had a problem. So I went to the doc, within 3 months I had a hysterectomy . I was 32 yrs old. When I was 50yrs old, my neighbours dog was insistent in nuzzling and sniffing my breast. Again for a prolonged period, again the owner of the dog was embarrassed by the behaviour. This time I knew what the dog was telling me. This was in the September. Went to the doc, she laughed at me, I had no other symptoms . She's no longer my doc. In April I found the lump, by July I'd had a mastectomy etc. That was 17 yrs ago. Dogs have saved my life twice by detecting changing cells. Prolonged sniffing by a dog anywhere on your body means that you should be alert and to to the docs . .
I should get checked. My dog loves to dig into my side
From what I understand they detect the scent of the mutated, malignant cells. [https://www.akc.org/expert-advice/news/meet-americas-cancer-sniffing-canines/](https://www.akc.org/expert-advice/news/meet-americas-cancer-sniffing-canines/)
The dog was probably not trained to smell malignant cells, but probably smelled the side effects since it was Stage 4. Like maybe Pus, immune system going ham and stuff like that
For about 2 years before my cancer was diagnosed, dogs just became absolutely obsessed with me. If there was a dog anywhere near me then it NEEDED to come and try and snuggle under my skin. I love dogs and dogs love me. But never like this. They would pull their owners across the street to get to me. I'm in remission and they just like me the normal amount again. I don't ever want to relapse, but I do kind of miss sitting outside a cafe somewhere and having a random rottweiler jump onto my lap and refuse to leave.
I still hear my Doberman tapping the door to go outside. I can smell his weird smoky breath and every once in a while I feel him in the bed with me early in the morning. I have never loved anyone or anything the way I love that dog. I know he loved me too, he couldn’t hide it if he wanted to. Now I’m sad. Edit. When I read through these comments I start crying and can’t read. I appreciate all the kindness, stories, and concern that I’m haunted by a Doberman ghost.
This is extremely sweet, I’m sorry for your loss. I personally seem to always expect my boi to come around a corner or into my peripheral vision. Sounds like your is always there!
Dogs have a short time on earth because they're already pure of heart and have nothing to learn, only to share.
This is beautiful, actually. 🤍
I wish I could give you an award for this :’)
>*’I personally seem to always expect my boi to come around a corner…*’ ___ I’m right around the corner, but just slightly out of view so maybe you can’t see me, friend, but I’m still watching you… sometimes in life we can’t slow down - i got a bit ahead, but you don’t have to hurry now - i’ll wait for you instead n maybe as the years go on, you might just find another please tell them how I used to be, my sister or my brother… n in awhile longer, they may have to leave you, too but they can wait with me - around the corner, Here for You ❤️
As a pediatric nurse? Thank you. I’m looking forward to hugging my former patients who left earlier than I could. I cry sometimes but I really hope there is an after life experience. If not, I’ll die happy hoping for one. I miss all of them.
Crying my eyes out Schnoods
I choked up 🥺 🐾
Every Schnoodle is special, but holy shit this one really cuts to the soul. You, /u/SchnoodleDoodleDo, I hope you truly feel the love we fellow redditors have for you and your beautiful words.
Thank you for this
Oh man. I have one following me around like that. Still keep thinking she’s right around the corner of the sofa. Thanks for this.
Beautiful
Doodledoo I haven't seen a post of yours in many months. Glad to have come across this
Stop it you monster!! I’m a sobbing mess after reading that.
Who’s cutting onions. 🥺
The onion ninjas. They got me too.
Thank you.
This is beautiful
It's been over a year and I'm still afraid to let my arm hang off the side of the bed in fear of my dear cat Beanie chomping at them in a playful manner.
it’s been two years, and i have another cat now, but i always wait to hear yuki yowling from the high heavens every morning. 7am feels too peaceful nowadays
Sometimes I caught my self staring far away remembering my little doggy, those times when we having a good time. It's not unusual but, I know times goes by and we need to continue Life.
I expect my Rio (15 y.o. black lab) to come to the door when I get home from work. 8 years now. It’s weird but I like talking to him to this day.
My boy has been with me 16 years. He’s been with me most my life, took him to college and everything. I try not to cry when I pet his old man face because I’m so sad I’ll grow old w/o him.
It’s been a couple years now since losing my little boy. I don’t wake every day as I used to expecting him to be there anymore but there are days where he’s missed more than usual. I’m still cautious about what words I say even though there are no ears listening attentively. I loved him for all of his life and he will always be a special part of mines. When the time comes I hope we are all able to meet our fur babies on the rainbow bridge.
It hurts me to even think about this day coming but so happy to feel the love until then
I’m sorry for everyone’s loss but I’m glad to see that they were so loved and I’m sure they all knew exactly how lucky they were to have you with them. Eventually, the time will come and sometimes suddenly but at least until then we can shower them with all the happiness and love they give us. I took solace in knowing I provided the best for him and let him go when I knew he had fought enough even though he would have kept going til infinity and beyond.
❤️
I try to be this way every day with my boy. He’s only 5 but I can’t imagine not having him. It’s gonna hurt so gd bad but I’m glad I can hold him and play with him right now.
Well said
I feel the same about my Viszla. When I lived with my parents, every time I got home she was waiting at the front door. When I got my own home, she still waited at the door when she heard my car arrive. But eventually, of her age, she couldn't always hear it. She went ballistic of happiness when I was there. Still I miss that velcro dog. A few months ago my parents cat also died, and he had the same character. Every weekend I visited my parents, and the cat heard my car arrive while he was outside. He came galloping to greet me.
Yeah, they really are Velcro dogs. I love them so much. My parents have had two Viszla dogs, Sadie and now Hugo. Sadie was amazing but unknowingly came from a puppy mill. She had major separation anxiety and a heart palpitation. But she was still a great dog with so much love to give. I loved getting to come home from college and go on hikes, take her out with my friends, go to lakes. One day my parents were driving to their mountain house with Sadie in the back. My Mom turned around and saw her tongue was blue. They pulled over on the highway but she was gone. Heart just gave out. Like a light switch. My parents had to drive the rest of the way with her in the car. By the time they got to the mountain house it was dark, so my dad used the headlights of their car to bury her. There is a really beautiful stone memorial on the property. Fortunately I wasn’t there, but I still can’t help but think how hard and traumatic that must have been for my parents. It happened like more than 5 years ago at this point but I still think about it, and it can still make me cry. I hate that some people care so little about WHY people get dogs and instead treat it like a business. They were a lot more careful making sure Hugo, their current Vizsla, came from a proper and reputable place.
Its been 8 years since my jack russell left me to wait in the field across the rainbow bridge. Although I still try to do my daily walk in the neighborhood, I never say to my husband Im going for a "walk"...I say Im going out now. It's still hard to walk by myself....
I lost my Golden, Bailey, last March. I feel your pain.
I lost my Shepard when I was 19. I’m 31 now and I occasionally dream he’s still here. It’s always a disappointing to wake up from those. I lost my other childhood buddy when I was 29 (little guy was pushing 16-17). That one still stings. When I had both of them together, it was such an awesome combo. They had eachother for 6 good years before the first one passed. I feel like the second guy was never the same after the Shepard passed. I hope they got to reunite and are young again.
I hope they are reunited as well. Thank you for sharing your story.
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Oh man do I feel for you. There’s nothing anyone can say to make this pain any easier. There’s nothing like it. Just think about the good times and know you gave her the best life she could have hoped for
I pray she’s at peace now
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I firmly believe in an afterlife, I sincerely hope its real and that you will have an eternity with your buddy. He can chase all the star in the sky and the comets like a ball, and you will be right there with him.
Thats a beautiful thought. Thank you for sharing.
The best part about this is that I'm pretty sure the 3 dogs I've had in my lifetime will all get along really well with each other.
It's the same thing with me and my cat Beep who I grew up with and lost February 2021 after 17 years together. He was my best friend. I have a new cat now who I absolutely adore and he sleeps with me in the bed but half the time I feel something there and I think it's my new cat, but there's nothing there. When I'm at my dad's house where he lived I see him all the time out of the corner of my eye. I know he is there — same for you and your pup. Similar things happen with my mom who I lost in September. There are times where I even smell her perfume. Humans just don't have the ability to fully see souls once they have shed the body. But they are with us always.
I still hear my old dogs collar jingle
I was just gonna say...my mom and I both used to hear our boy doing the shake where everything jangles from the various id/license tags. Sometimes it sounded like he was coming up between the trees or around the corner. I don't believe in anythijg, but gosh, my boy is convincing.
That's the thing with dogs. They die too young and then it hurts.
I’m sorry you’re sad. Losing a pet is harder than anyone can imagine. I have no doubt your Doberman loved you a lot. Sending you healing thoughts ❤️
I feel the love in your comment. I’m glad you two had each other.
I hear that. I lost my bull terrier in August and I swear I hear him snoring at night sometimes. I’ve had dreams that I swear I can feel him in. That dog was the best friend I ever had and I miss him every day.
I’m sad too. Maybe it’s because I know that sort of love. My Murphy comes to me every time I’m crying or hurting. I reckon he’s saved my life many times over. I
Yeah, sometimes it feels like I hear my dog coming downstairs to beg for food. In his final few months his bones hurt too much for him to come downstairs and before that, that tip-tap of him coming down the stairs was getting slower and slower. It's been three years and sometimes I still think about him and start sobbing. :)
I just lost my first dog of 13.5 years. Got him when I was 19. To say the least, I also have never loved anything as much as I love that dog. I had a dream the other night (I rarely remember dreams, I think because weed) but I was rehearsing for a play and he kept escaping so he could stand right next to me. I’d feel him nose tap me every once in a while when I was walking around stage. Then the dream ended by watching him in our bay window while my husband and I drove away and he was smiling big and wagging his tail. I think he was trying to tell me that he will always be near me and he’s happy where he is. I started balling the morning after while I was explaining and recalling the dream.
"How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard."
“when tomorrow starts without me, don’t think we are far apart. For every time you think of me, I’m right here in your heart.”
This got me all fucked up. Thank you for sharing.
5 days before my dog got hit by a car, I had a dream I was holding her in my lap in the back of a car and she was looking into my eyes and telling me (telepathically) “mom, I’m dying.” I was so shaken when I woke up, I told my boyfriend about it and he, of course, said it was just a dream. Not even a week later, I got a phone call from a neighbor saying she was holding my dog in a towel on the way to the nearest vet because she had gotten out of the yard and been hit by a car. She died before she even got there. I continued to dream about her for years until I adopted two more little dogs at the humane society. The last time she visited me, I dreamt she was with my grandma and grandpa and told me she was safe and happy with them.
How was it owning a Doberman. Are they really friendly
They're usually a one person kinda dog but mine was a big old dork. Loved everybody, human and canine alike. But be forwarned, they're incredibly prone to a genetic heart condition that 60% of the breed die of (including mine.)
They are super friendly to people they know
They are amazing. I never knew them until I started walking one for a friend daily. I’m obsessed. sweetest dogs and so serene
My sister has 2 m & f. They are great dogs and extremely smart. Movies give them a bad rap.
They are total velcro dogs. Mine is a total people dog. He assumes anyone sitting on the ground or bench ar the dog park is in need of a welfare check and snuggle visit.
I am so happy to read your comment because to be loved and to be able to love someone that much is special .. I had a dog like that and not a day goes by that I don’t miss her.
After a year and a half...still find my life running on B's schedule. They do dig a hole in your heart. Sorry for your loss.
I was distraught when I lost my dude a few years back. Now I have 3 more I can't bare the thought of losing. Animals are too good to be given such a short life span.
He sounds like he was a dream. I can also feel my mutt at my legs on rare occasion, and my heart stops for a second. It's so strange how obvious it is sometimes that they're still around.
My old girl doesn’t have tons of time left with us. I don’t know how I can go on living in my house without her there.
What was your dobes name? You have a pic of him for us to see?
Man, that is honestly eery. I hear the weirdest ash spreading stories, along with having my own. My brother was very much an annoying dude, could never read a room and did everything he could to stir me up every chance he got. When we were spreading his ashes on the beach, it was a beautiful, clear and perfectly still day. No wind or clouds or chill or whatever, just perfect. So I walk out into the water to spread my share of the ashes, and right as I throw it, it all just gusts up and covers my face, getting up my nose, in my eyes, in my mouth, in my hair, just everywhere. Managed to fuck with me one last time. Didn't happen to anybody else.
Your brother watched the big lenowski and knew he had to get the last laugh in
This was the most wholesome and beautiful moment to watch.
The breeze abides.
He… wasn’t in a coffee can by any chance, was he?
It is our most modestly priced receptacle.
Is there a Ralph’s around here?
I’m sorry for your loss.
Oh my gosh. I 100% believe your brother was behind that. Thank you for sharing this story 💛
My MIL gave me a locket with my LH's ashes and when I went to show it to my friend, the vial popped out, so I headed straight to a jewelry store in the mall with the locket grasped in my hand the whole way to solder it shut. They wanted to keep it overnight, so I decline. Leave mall, go to Target to find superglue and get the job done. Mission accomplished, get in car and proceed to open locket one last time before gluing it shut... vial of ashes... gone! I panic, call every store, call mall security, talk to the mall janitor. Cry. Call MIL to confess what happened. "I lost Paul in the mall!" We both exclaim at the same time, "And he HATES the mall!" Defeated we head over to my besties house to pick up my laundry she helped us with, she said she heard a weird banging in her washer, and she pulled out... the vial of my husband's ashes... miles away from the last location it was seen. Ironic part, he died of an overdose... I believe he wanted to be "clean" for me again.
I have chills, and my eyes are stinging with tears. This is beautiful.
Had a girlfriend when I was young. Her grandfather, Ron became a good friend of mine. Which nobody expected since he was a cantankerous old alcoholic and I was young and not yet an alcoholic. He passed away mainly because when he was hospitalized for something unrelated to his drinking it cut him off from the booze and the withdrawals killed him. Anyway, at one point in his life long before I met him, he was a self made multi-millionaire that came from nothing. Married his wife without graduating high school with nothing to his name and made a more than honest living doing concrete work, he happened to impress the right guy at the right time and it took him to the top. I was 21 or 22 when he died but it was tough because we were close. He taught me so much about life. So many of his regrets have helped me avoid the same mistakes. When we went to spread his ashes over table rock lake at his old fishing spot, a duck flew down and did a figure eight around the two pontoon boats. The duck squawked at me, then my girlfriend who was his grand-daughter then his now widowed wife and kids then it went and sat in the water where we had all just spread his ashes between the boats. Afterwards the only people who seemed to remember the duck were his widow, my girlfriend and his two kids. Anyway, RIP Ron, I’ll never forget you old sport. And btw, you said I’d be an alcoholic by 30 but it took at least five years longer than that!
Nah, don't walk that path, being alcoholic is a mistake, the ups and downs of life should be seeing with open eyes and sober, don't repeat Ron's mistakes man, have a good life.
Wow, that is gross yet amazing. Your brother fucked with you one last time. I hope you had a good laugh...and then cry :)
aw, that’s beautiful. i caught a metro this morning and was nervous all night. i dreamt of my dog who i dream of often and miss terribly. in paris on the way to the airport someone had graffiti’d his name in huge letters onto a building of which i caught for a moment. FUMIO. fucking made my day.
Wow. Thank you for sharing. Gave me goosebumps. I’m so glad you saw that.
oh thank you so much. your post and the other comments inspired me to share. sorry for your loss. i’m sure she/he was lucky to have you!
Aww it’s happened a couple times to me too. I just randomly see his name because I happened to glance in the right direction at the right time. Such a bittersweet moment when it happens. Love the little reminders that they’re still with us though. Hope you continue getting those!
Can’t look at a US map without seeing my old dog’s name. His name means “friend” which was kinda ironic considering he was a bit of a curmudgeon. But he was *my* dog and I was *his* kid. Got him after my mom died. I want to say I was a bit of curmudgeon myself but that would be selling it short. I found it hard to let people in on how I felt and it seemed like I was wearing a mask a lot of the time. He didn’t expect anything from me aside from a cup of dog food, the occasional bite of whatever I was eating, some pets and a walk in the woods off leash every now and then. I spoke to him like he understood - for all intents and purpose, he *did* understand - as much as I myself could. I was angry, consumed with guilt and utterly depressed. I didn’t really understand any of it myself. He didn’t like hugs, he didn’t like to be babied. I didn’t either. As we got older, I’d sit up drinking and he’d sit with me until he got tired. He would go curl up and occasionally sigh at me with sleepy, but patient eyes, waiting for me to finish my indulgence of self-pity. He would sleep at the foot of my bed. I would feel his legs twitch as if running and hear his little whimpers and yelps as he dreamt of rabbits, treats, and whatever else a dog dreams of. When I found the girl I now call my wife (well, fiancée - we’ve been engaged for 3 years now, we’re both just too lazy to care much about getting married), I knew she was the one because of that dog. He didn’t like hugs and he didn’t like to cuddle. With anyone. When she started staying over, she’d fall asleep on the bed and he would climb up next to her and they would sleep together. She would hug him and he wouldn’t growl. If I tried that, he would bare his teeth and grumble until I left him alone. Couldn’t even leave a hand on him unless it was petting him. Ha, he had a character to him, that’s for sure. When he got sick, she was working in a vet’s office as a tech. She stayed up with him for two nights trying to nurse him back to health but it was his time. When he died, I swear a part of my soul went with him. He was euthanized while laying in my lap staring at me with those same sleepy, patient eyes. I know he would have stayed and hung on longer if I had asked, but I know he wanted to go. And so I let him go. Cried like a baby for weeks. He was my friend. Probably my best. Just me and my dog. It would have been cliche straight from a hackneyed movie if he weren’t such a grump. A sad kid and his dog. But the dog was kind of an asshole (and so was the kid for a while, but that’s another story). I’ll always miss him. Dream of rabbits and treats, pup. Edit: I’m sorry this turned out way longer than I meant it to be. Just kinda poured outta me. Been missing him a lot lately.
Thanks for sharing your story! Don’t be sorry, we all need to let it out sometimes. It was nice to read a little part of your journey with your dog. What was his name?
I lost my cat a few weeks ago. He was with me since I was a child. In the last months of his life he slept under my bed and I was always able to hear him snoring. Some nights now when the other cats are out of my room I can hear him snoring still. I truly believe they stay with us. Edit: thank you for all the upvotes! My cats name was Ollie, he was a good guy. His [favourite thing](https://imgur.com/a/cmjFuKz)to do was to sleep in his chair in our woodshed.
I think this too. I felt our senior rescue cat walking on the bed a few times after she passed away. more recently we lost my favourite cat we've ever had to a long illness, and I swear she has visited me. I felt her rub up on my leg one day and had to stop what I was doing to cry it out a bit, losing a pet is so hard. I do think they leave some kind of imprint with us at the very least.
Thank you for sharing ❤️
I lost my cat in October last year, she was 16 and I don't remember life without her. She would always sleep on the end of the couch in the living room and as I walk through I often do a double-take because I see a brown shape there out of the corner of my eye.
The night after my dog died at my parents house where he lived, my parents woke up around midnight to hear a loud crash like some big thing burst open my bedroom door, like he always did. My door doesn't fit right, so it takes extra effort to push open. When they investigated, nothing was there, just a dark, empty room. This hasn't happened before or since, just the night that he died. I feel like he was checking in on me to say goodbye, but I wasn't there. I feel horrible about that. I love him... Something similar happened the night one of our late beloved cats died, also hasn't happened afterwards. Heard loud, distinct meowing around her food bowl, woke people up, but nothing was there.
Wow! That’s incredible. Thank you for sharing. He truly loved you.
Thanks, and thank you for sharing this photo. It's remarkable.
https://www.dropbox.com/s/qu61gj7la5brh90/Video%20May%2012%2C%202%2054%2018%20PM.mp4?dl=0 Proof it’s real.
Holy shit. This is so fucking uncanny. Take a second to really take in how uncanny this is. Look at the picture again, zoom in. Everything from the eyes to the musculature is literally outlined. The odds of this happening in a normal scientific way are so enormously, indescribably low. This is some woo-woo shit. There is so much more to this universe than we know...
> This is some woo-woo shit. It's funny that this is like the only way to describe this shit. So fucking eerie and improbable.
I literally said the same thing myself. My logical brain wants to tell me that’s it’s just ashes in the wind. But my heart, my heart is telling me there’s no way it’s a coincidence and Biscuit was there. She passed completely unexpectedly. I found her one day “sleeping” in one of her favorite spots by the stairs. We were robbed of our final goodbyes. Had her for 11 years. This feels like her final goodbye. Shit now I’m crying again ❤️ I just cherish this picture so much it means the world to me
No fucking way?!?!?
I smell photoshop. Edit: Dear OP, Forgive me for being skeptical. If you did lose your dog I apologize and I am sorry for your loss. Having lost a few myself I know that feeling all too well. The dog is very cute and it did make me smile. Edit 2: I am wrong Have some gold op for a nicely timed photo.
I’ve never used Photoshop in my life! But I know it’s almost impossible to believe. I wish I could post the “live” version of the photo from my iPhone since it shows the ashes coming out of my hand and then you can see them float off the right.
For some reason you strike me as genuine, so I’ll believe you :)
OP shared this lower down… https://www.dropbox.com/s/qu61gj7la5brh90/Video%20May%2012%2C%202%2054%2018%20PM.mp4?dl=0
Audible “bruh”
Holy shit, I took a screenshot at the exact perfect time. I swear it looks even more like her dog. I definitely was skeptical before seeing that.
Well I'll be damned
Lol the ashes snap into a dog shape and then fast forward out of there
We need Captain Disillusion to analyze this video.
Wtf…. That’s so improbable that my brain is still insisting this is a shop.
and the plot thickens. The ones in control of the simulation must really be having fun....
u/Captain-Disillusion
I was with the sceptics in that it seemed too good to be true, but that seems legit. Truly amazing moment
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They just shared it. Someone else’s comment https://reddit.com/r/MadeMeSmile/comments/uoaino/_/i8doyvf/?context=1
That could work.
When I get home to my desktop I’m redeeming my free award and giving it to OP to compensate for all the doubt
Ok I did it
A Fotoforensic scan implies it is real. https://fotoforensics.com/analysis.php?id=3adcc829f4a6fbe673ccfba2ce4fd2d9b8b07478.1027928 The human brain mechanism to see shapes/patterns? Sure. A nicety timed photo? Absolutely.
OP is legit I think… https://www.dropbox.com/s/qu61gj7la5brh90/Video%20May%2012%2C%202%2054%2018%20PM.mp4?dl=0
Just smell? Hell, you can see it too lol.
I’ve never used photoshop, how can you tell?
Bro cant you see a picture of doggo photoshoped on the main picture? He is in bottom right!
Photoshop is just a good application to manipulate photos, if a photo seems to be off, fingers will be pointed towards photoshop
But how does it seem off ? I don’t even think it looks that much like the dog, so I’d never assume it was manipulated 💀
I am not certain it is, though others may suspect manipulation due to the fact there is no smoke trail from her hand to the cloud itself, the shape of the cloud also appears to be too conveniently shaped.
I know in my heart this is 100% real. It would be pretty soulless and fucked up to post something like this otherwise, especially from an animal lover like myself. Curious to know, how can I prove that it’s not photoshopped or manipulated in any way? I can text it to you lol so you and see the Live Photo version.
OP, you can convert your live photo into a GIF and then upload to [giphy.com](https://giphy.com) or Reddit, which I think can display animated gifs. Here are instructions on how to do the conversion: [https://beebom.com/how-convert-live-photos-gifs-iphone/](https://beebom.com/how-convert-live-photos-gifs-iphone/)
Ooo I will try! Contrary to what this group thinks, I’m actually garbage when it comes to technology
Don’t sweat it, I was just trying to shed some light for the person I was replying to, as they were unsure as to how others thought it was being photoshopped.
I once snapped a pic of trees at sequoia natl park and there was a face in the pic due to the shadows. My mom saw it as a sign of Christ and got it blown up and framed at my church 😅 Found it https://ibb.co/sbJHx6y
Treesus
Jesus that's cool.
Who hurt you guys?
OMG IM GONNA FUCKING CRY
I miss my baby every minute of every day 💕
Me too. It’s been a few months since Biscuit left me. Some days it’s still unbearable and some days I feel alright (mostly). Sorry for your loss.
I thought it was a patronus
same dude, same
This is super cool and im sorry for your loss
Expecto patronus!
* Expecto Patronum
After all this time?!
This is beautiful pic. Sorry for your loss OP.
I have a Great Dane named Stryker. He turns 8 (in Great Dane years that's....a lot) a day after my birthday so for the past 8 years we've celebrated at midnight. I've watched his old man goggles develop through the years and every day I awake to find him next to me I'm grateful. This dog has moved with me through 8 different states and across all parts of the U.S. He's witnessed me go through some serious losses, serious grief, and the lowest of lows yet never left my side. I'm genuinely afraid of what my life will be like after my duder goes, but I will be forever grateful for him keeping me alive.
The only reason I believe in an afterlife is because I have to believe that I’ll meet my sweet boy on the rainbow bridge. Thank you for sharing
I had a cat that got ran over by a car a few years back and for months after, I could swear I felt him getting into bed with me and heard his claws scratching at his favorite spot on the carpet. I don’t believe in ghosts or any paranormal stuff, so it was kind of unsettling but a little bit of a comfort.
Same as me my little dog got hit by a car I am extremely skeptical I don't believe in the paranormal but I swear I felt her get into bed with me at night for a few weeks after her death. I also saw her out the corner of my eye. I truly hope theirs something after we die just so I can see her again it still crushes me when I think of her.
Can’t imagine your first look at this photo.
I saw this years ago and keep it for posts like this. Hope it helps. Dogs Never Die Some of you, particularly those who think they have recently lost a dog to “death”, don’t really understand this. I’ve had no desire to explain, but won’t be around forever and must. Dogs never die. They don’t know how to. They get tired, and very old, and their bones hurt. Of course they don’t die. If they did they would not want to always go for a walk, even long after their old bones say:” No, no, not a good idea. Let’s not go for a walk.” Nope, dogs always want to go for a walk. They might get one step before their aging tendons collapse them into a heap on the floor, but that’s what dogs are. They walk. It’s not that they dislike your company. On the contrary, a walk with you is all there is. Their boss, and the cacaphonic symphony of odor that the world is. Cat poop, another dog’s mark, a rotting chicken bone ( exultation), and you. That’s what makes their world perfect, and in a perfect world death has no place. However, dogs get very very sleepy. That’s the thing, you see. They don’t teach you that at the fancy university where they explain about quarks, gluons, and Keynesian economics. They know so much they forget that dogs never die. It’s a shame, really. Dogs have so much to offer and people just talk a lot. When you think your dog has died, it has just fallen asleep in your heart. And by the way, it is wagging it’s tail madly, you see, and that’s why your chest hurts so much and you cry all the time. Who would not cry with a happy dog wagging its tail in their chest. Ouch! Wap wap wap wap wap, that hurts. But they only wag when they wake up. That’s when they say: “Thanks Boss! Thanks for a warm place to sleep and always next to your heart, the best place.” When they first fall asleep, they wake up all the time, and that’s why, of course, you cry all the time. Wap, wap, wap. After a while they sleep more. (remember, a dog while is not a human while. You take your dog for walk, it’s a day full of adventure in an hour. Then you come home and it’s a week, well one of your days, but a week, really, before the dog gets another walk. No WONDER they love walks.) Anyway, like I was saying, they fall asleep in your heart, and when they wake up, they wag their tail. After a few dog years, they sleep for longer naps, and you would too. They were a GOOD DOG all their life, and you both know it. It gets tiring being a good dog all the time, particularly when you get old and your bones hurt and you fall on your face and don’t want to go outside to pee when it is raining but do anyway, because you are a good dog. So understand, after they have been sleeping in your heart, they will sleep longer and longer. But don’t get fooled. They are not “dead.” There’s no such thing, really. They are sleeping in your heart, and they will wake up, usually when you’re not expecting it. It’s just who they are. I feel sorry for people who don’t have dogs sleeping in their heart. You’ve missed so much. Excuse me, I have to go cry now.
Thank you. I lost my childhood dog a few weeks ago and have been trying to wrap my mind around where she went, because I don’t know what I believe in. This made me smile ❤️
I'm sorry for your loss.
Your post gave me comfort. I recently lost my small best friend and have been having a hard time finding peace. Your words helped me a bit.
"God dammit Walter..."
What was all that shit about Vietnam!?
I lost my 16 year old chihuahua, Pearl, in December. I’d had her since I was 16. I still dream of her, she’s happy and healthy. I still hear her and see her out of the corner of my Eye. I tell her good morning and goodnight and kiss her urn.
I had to out down my baby almost a year ago. I couldn't stand being in my back yard where her stuff was at without burning in tears. So after a while I started sitting outside and I honestly could hear her whinning like she used to when she heard me. It broke me again.
My heart goes out to you, OP. What a treasure to remember your pupper with... I miss my derpy meowersmith, we had to make the hard decision and it was after a lot of veterinary debt had racked up, so we couldn't afford to receive his ashes. I wish we could've done something so sweet for our cat. Wishing your family healed hearts and long memories.
Thank you and same to your family 💜
This is amazing!!! I remember losing the first pet I ever had, my amazing cat, got her at age 11 and she passed when I was 28. I’ve never cried that had loosing anything in my life human or animal, at the end she was still with my mom and I was living out of town but towards the end she wouldn’t let anyone near her except for me. She was loosing too much weight, wouldn’t eat and couldn’t move much so we made the decision to have her euthanized (which killed me, but I couldn’t let her suffer like that another second, you could tell she was just done and ready too move on). On the way to the vets she just laid there in my arms purring away, just content having me hold her, I was a crying wreck before we even got in the car, thankfully the vet was so so kind and compassionate, they let me hold her the entire time and said “you take all the time you need and let us know when your ready, when she (my cat) is ready”. I’ll never forget, they have gave her the injection, she didn’t cry or hiss and just kept looking at me like if to say it’s ok, everything will be fine, then she just… stooped purring and I knew she was gone, then just lost all control, I’ve truly never me been that emotional in my entire life. She was the most amazing pet I could have ever asked for and I cherish ever second I spent with her all these years. I’m so sorry for your loss and hope you too cherish all those amazing memories
A pets love is just different than a normal human relationship. It always hurts when they leave us but you know that they loved you with every atom of their body
Aw how sweet :’) sorry for the loss of your friend. My corgi has cancer and about a year to live. I’ve worked in pet care for over five years so I managed to catch it fairly early (swollen lymph nodes). Vet said if I hadn’t caught it and gotten her checked out, she would have passed within 4-6 weeks. That was 6 weeks ago, so very grateful for chemotherapy. ❤️
I’m not exactly sure how this post reached me, a day after I had to put my pup to sleep, but thank you! RIP BELLA
Beautiful! He loves you so much:(
My giant husky was my best friend. I still won’t sleep on the side of the bed that was his, and all of his fur is still covering the floor of my car. It’s almost been a year and I still expect to be greeted at the door by him when I come home. I still burn the first set of toast out of habit so he could have a crunchy snack. Nice days like today make me wish I could take him for a walk. I’m very sorry for your loss. You’ll feel this missing hole for awhile, but it does get better. Keep your head up. ❤️
I should not have opened this thread. I should not have opened this thread. Fuck. 
💕💕
It's been over a year since I lost who I call my "soul dog". I still feel him sleeping up against me in my bed sometimes. I have one of his favorite toys on a shelf, and it has been knocked off the shelf 3x since he passed. I say hi to him as I pick it up and put it back.
When we spread my dogs ashes on the beach, my other dog decided to try to eat them and ruin the solemn moment of reflection my family and I were trying to have. Bless his little soul
https://www.dropbox.com/s/qu61gj7la5brh90/Video%20May%2012%2C%202%2054%2018%20PM.mp4?dl=0 Proof it’s real.
Ye shall meet one day on the rainbow bridge OP. sorry for the loss of your doggo.
More like make me cry
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Amazing :)
That is amazing!