It could of been you had to give it away, you lossed it, it passed away, or the reasons could be numerous but the pain will be all painful.
Losing any thing could be hard to deal with but losing a best friend could be the hardest of all objects.
Ive had to give away many pets and many died and now I am going to tell you the stories of them.
The first dog that I remember having was a small mutt in Korea.
The mutt was named Van and had brown spots on his brown fur.
He was so soft and adorable, I loved that guy. I even have a picture of me and him sleeping together cuddled up on the sofa. I loved him alot and my parents did too.
But we soon had to move to America and couldn't bring him with us.
So we had to give it to a trustable owner. I was about 7 years old or younger at the time so I don't know how I reacted to that but I was miserable.
The next pet I had was a cat. Her name was Rosy and she was a very wild kitty. My parents and I had picked her up from a pet store after looking around for dogs or cats. She was the only one in the litter that was playing when we arrived. All the other kitties were sleeping soundly next to its mother. My mom was smiling when she spotted Rosy so we picked her out.
We brought her home and she was always getting in trouble and my mom wasn't happy but her curiosity did make everyone in my family laugh. She brought 4 kittens to our home and we had to find ways to sell them or give them away because we couldn't take care of 5 cats. So we gave them away to friends and stood in the scorching sun in front of QFC food store begging people to adopt them. (This was in Las Vegas, Nevada) Finally we kept one and named it Cloudy. He was a cute little boy that was light gray and beautiful. He and his mother would play alot and then one day Rosy started to meow at the door very early in the morning. I didnt notice but my mom didnt open the door because Rosy always went outside and came in the morning and my mom was tired of opening the door early in the morning. So after a few hours I went and looked for Rosy and Cloudy. Rosy started to meow again and did a motion where it looked like she wanted me to follow her. I did and she led me to the lower part of my porch where my dad had ladders stored up. I was calling Cloudy's name but then Rosy went underneath the deck and I saw a tiny clump underneath a ladder that had fallen after a windy night. I gasped and I quickly called my parents. My dad told me it was Cloudy and that his back bone was broken and had died. Rosy would meow and now I understood why she was so sad looking the whole time. I couldn't bare to look at Cloudy because I was crying so much. I still remember that day and still feel like a thorn is stuck in my heart. I miss Cloudy and feel sorry for him more than ever. later we moved again after about a year or two to Washington. We got an apartment and Rosy gave us three more kittens. They all looked like the same litter from Las Vegas so the father must have been the same. We decided to keep the one that looked like Cloudy and named him Cloudy. We loved them but then I dont remember why but there was an issue so we had to give them away to a shelter. So now whenever I see another cat that looks like Rosy it makes me tear up because I miss her so much.
The next pet I had was a hamster. He was a dwarf hamster and was so cute and friendly. I was so happy and I took good care of it. We (moved alot so we) had to move to another house so I was at school. This man who was driving our moving truck forgot he had a living creature inside the car in the scorching sun all day long. He should of brought it right to our house but kept driving the car around taking care of his own business. My hamster didn't have any water left in the bottle and was probably dying of heat. When he did drop it off, I ran straight for my hamsters cage because I had come back from school. I was talking to its cage saying "this is our new home! Its big too so now we can have fun in this huge house!" But I didnt hear the rustle of him moving in his cage or moving in his bedding so I opened the cage up and there he was curled up like a small tiny cotton ball. I thought he was sleeping so I poked him. He was hard and didn't breathe. I didn't want to believe it so I ran to my dad "Dad! Look at myhamster! Is he okay?" My dad shook his head and told me it was dead. Then I couldn't believe it and started to tear up. We dug a grave for it in my backyard and buried it. (This was in Las Vegas when I had Rosy)
At Las Vegas in the same house my kitty and hamster died, I got a puppy. She was a West Highland White Terrier and we named her Lily because she was white and my mom's favorite flower were white lilies. So I had all the fun experiences with her which I wont say all of them because this article is supposed to be about deaths...or parting from them....so we couldnt take care of her after a few years since we had a very busy life and economy wasnt great then and so we had to give her to my family member and I still see her til now and Im glad this story isnt as sad as others but I still wish I could have her back.
The next pet I had was another hamster. Another dwarf hamster that was all white and beautiful. Her name was Pearl and she was the most friendliest little thing ever. She lived for 2 years and throughout the two years I would play with her alot, and she would let me pet her, and she never bit anyone and was the sweetest little thing ever. When it was her last day, she was all stretched out and surprisingly looked like she was smiling and I layed her out on a soft padding out of her cage and she was growing cold and I didn't want her to die so I kept her as warm as I could and she wouldn't eat or drink and was barely opening her eyes and I put a warm lamp by her but sadly she passed away. So I buried her next to my apartment and I miss her still too....
Yeah so those are all of my pet stories. Currently I have a pet ferret which is living perfectly. He is almost 6 years old now and Im afraid because its almost time for us to part too....
But all of the pets Ive had in the past has trained me to become stronger and learn how to say good bye....R.I.P and I miss you...