You would stare into his eyes and see all his love and his soul. One of a kind and I will never forget him.

My soul dog. An extension of me.

RIP my baby.

Neo 2018 - 2026 🪽. He would have been 8 this August.

Had to say goodbye to my best friend of 12 years today.
I raised Jimmy since he was a young pup, and he was always a part of my life. When he was 4, he was involved in a car accident and lost one of his legs. But that never stopped him. He adapted, stayed strong, and lived the rest of his life as the happiest three-legged dog.

These past few weeks, I found myself waking up constantly just to check on him. Every small improvement gave me hope that maybe he would pull through. I held on to every little sign that he was getting better.

But this morning, he became very ill again. I could see the pain in his eyes, and as much as it broke my heart, I knew the kindest thing I could do for him was to let him go peacefully.

Thank you for 12 amazing years, Jimmy. Thank you for the memories, the companionship, and for being the best boy I could have asked for.

Rest easy, Jimmy ❤️

I just want people to know Bonnie existed, that I gave her the love I could, even though she wasn't mine. But she loved me and I loved her. It feels like a hole is in my heart with her gone.

Long story short, my mom's dog was terminal. She had a stark decline this morning - the same morning my mom (who's in her 70s) had back surgery. I had to take the sweet girl in and stayed with her as she took her last breaths. She's always been attached to me over the years, straight up ignoring my mom when I'd come over.

I've been sobbing all day.

When she wasn't feeling well, I'd lie on the floor for hours with her.

For YEARS, I'd visit my mom and see something wasn't right with her baby. I kept telling her she needed to call the vet. She claimed she would, then never did. I'd have to make vet appointments for her dog, then be on her to make sure she'd ACTUALLY take her to the vet. Well, about a month ago, she started being picky about her food.

This is a dog who would eat anything that's edible. I kept telling my mom that's not normal and she needs to go in. FINALLY, she took her in. Come to find out, she had growths on her kidnies and liver and there was nothing they could do. They just said to keep her comfortable.

She started staying with me constantly. She'd be on the couch with me, in the living room with me, just always wanting me there because I'd console her. So today, while my mom's having surgery, she's joking with the doctors that her "dog's dying," like it's not an issue. I flat-out told her that Bonnie (furbaby) wouldn't be there when she comes home. When I got to the house, Bonnie hadn't moved for hours, she was peeing red and her bowels emptied. She was shaking in pain. I called the vet and got her in.

I stayed with her the entire time at the vet. She kept looking at me with her soft and sad brown eyes, and all I could do was cry. I laid on the floor for an hour with her after she took her last breaths.

Now it's been hours, I'm still crying on and off. Mom's out of surgery, feeling fine, and when she asked how Bonnie was, I told her she's gone. She didn't seem to have a big reaction, as I'm sobbing telling her.

Bonnie was only 12. I'm angry. Angry at my mother for neglecting her dog over the years, despite me constantly telling her when Bonnie seemed off. My mother is not poor. She's an extremely wealthy boomer, but she always complained about vet costs. Meanwhile, I've gone without healthcare and food throughout my life to make sure my dog is taken care of. Any time he seems off, we're at the vet's - he practically has his own room. I'm just so angry at my mother for not taking better care of Bonnie and leaving me, once again, having to be there for her because he own mother didn't care enough.

I just needed to vent. I'm so upset. Upset about losing Bonnie (who's also been my dog's best friend since he was 5 weeks old). Upset at my mother for the obvious reasons. Upset about hoping I made the right call. Upset over having to be the one to take her in and hoping she wasn't looking for my mom, and that my presence was enough.

My husband brought her home. She’s very small with a docked tail and double dew claws. Shes 4 months old

I love my copilot. 🥰
Looking over this morning at my windshield driving to work made me so happy.

Although there were many amazing name suggestions from you all; ended up using my neighbor's 3 year old suggestion. We went from Slim Shady to Flip Flop (Flops)! He's the best boyyyy

Just wanted to share these with the world

Never a dull moment, dogs rock ❤️

Nothing major I’m just a little annoyed, I’ve made posts before about my dog eating everything he can and I thought I had found a solution then came back from a not even a 2 minute trip into to store with him in the front seat. I think it’s most annoying because he’s such a smart dog, great at learning and super friendly but when it comes to food his brain turns off and he will do anything to eat things. I think I’m tired of trying to deal with it so I’m just gonna get a car crate for him.

This technique is called Ballpoint pen , it takes quite a long time because it requires a lot of patience and here you can't make any mistakes , in case you make a mistake it is necessary to start all over again , it is quite rare since I do fur overlays .
But with every cuteness I make in honor of Art I feel a part of it and the great love for what I do make every single hour feel like a minute

The adult dog is Finn, he’s 4 years old and is a purebred mini Aussie. The puppy is currently 3 weeks old and she’s a purebred Aussie (normal size) and I get to take her home on August 22nd. Her name is Bonnie and I cannot wait to bring her home so Finn can meet his new sister!💖💖🥰

We did an embark test, yes she for sure is a husky! But were not sure if shes mixed with something else. She's extremely small for a husky.

I should get the results in 2-4 weeks!

My 9 yo terrier mix Billy has to be put to sleep Friday. He has been sick since April. I kept hoping it would get better but he’s been in so much pain and things have only gotten worse. This is the hardest choice I ever had to make.

I’ve had him for 5 years since my mom passed (he was her dog before that). He is the most lovable dog that I’ve ever met, I know people who didn’t ever like dogs but fell in love with him immediately. Everyone who met him loved him.

My life was better with him in it and I don’t know what I’ll do after Friday.

Today is the first anniversary of losing our family heart dog. We got her after my stepdad suddenly passed away and she became such a light in our house. When we left the house for college, moved out on our own, got our hearts broken, got married, she was there for all of it and she was my mom’s best friend. She got sick from lymphoma 2 months before her 15th birthday and it progressed really quickly.

We’ve lost human loved ones before, but pet grief is really something else and it’s been a dark first year without her. She was my anxious rescue dog’s only friend and losing her has had such an impact in our everyday lives. Sometimes it feels like the world is turning against our wills.

She loved the park, pizza crust, and ruling the neighborhood.

Miss you, Daisy.

Fostering this puppy, they said he's roughly around 6 months. What is y'all's opinion?

I have a beautiful Lurcher - see second photo . He is 13 years and 2 months old. He is fit and healthy . He runs still and jumps and is generally a happy dog more like a 10 year old ! A few weeks ago he went off his food . Gradually got worse to the point he won’t even eat chicken or cheese ! Bloods all came back normal , liver kidneys etc .

Scan today shows a 8cm lesion on one liver lobule . Nothing else . No idea if it has mestacisced? What would you do ? Operate ? Has anyone had any experiences of this ? Is the operation so big that it will be too stressful ? I do not want to keep him alive for ME. I want the best for HIM . I don’t want to cut his life short though when he was so lively and happy till three weeks ago .

Will his appetite come back once it’s removed ? Or should I just let him go without all the pain and stress ? I’m so torn , only found out today and I don’t know what to decide . All advice welcome and experiences of this . Thank you !