I’m 42 and have my first pet since I graduated high school and moved out, leaving our family dog with my parents, and I’m already dreading this. I love her so much and it’s weird knowing this is just something I/we all sign up for.
I drew Pickles on my phone to forever remember her. She is still my world.
My son is 3 and goes over to the pear trees where we buried 2 pets in the past 2 years.
Our cat Bruce and our bearded dragon CJ.
He still feels a need to take care of them. He was “in charge” of feeding the lizards so every one in a while he grabs lettuce from the fridge and tries to take it outside for her. While he’s over there he says stuff like “pspsps Bruce wanna play with me” and it fucking obliterates me every time.
Bruce was his best friend, he would do his bed time routine with us everynight and loved my son so much. I’m suprised he even remembers him since he was so young but their immediate bond was really special.
Bruce was the name of my cat buddy when I was younger. I still miss him so much. I’m glad you got to love a Bruce too!
This wrecked me.
Such a sweet image.
It’s okay Lain
Thanks, OP.
I’m just about crying, but it’s good to feel - shows how much they matter.
This is why I can’t bury them anymore. my childhood home will likely be sold and moved out of in the next year or 2, ending 2 generations of our family living there. 3 of my childhood pets are there, and I’m not about to be the freak who gets them back.
Its hard, to look at the boxes with their ashes. There have been too many taken too closely and too soon, too tragically, but they can always come with me. They’re always home.
It’s killing me I’ll be moved out of this house in a couple weeks and have to leave my friends Klaatu and Chauncy in the ground here.
I’m overprotective of my cats even in passing. A couple years ago a local utility company was moving their lines and someone was showing me where they would be trenching through my yard.
“I’ve got a cat buried right here”
He chuckled like I was making a joke.
“No, I’m serious. If that gets desecrated; It will be a bad day for everyone involved.”
They steered clear. (Sorry, I’m just sad rambling now).
You know…years later and hundreds of miles, I swear I sometimes still hear a meow and catch the flicker of a tail out of the corner of my eye. Maybe in some small way, those of us who truly and deeply loved our pets, who made them family, never truly go forth alone.
Edit: Also, apparently I was flagged as a bot at one point. Which sorta diminishes this comment, but there you go. beep boop
I lost my cat of 16 years at the end of last year. I’d had him longer than I hadn’t. He was the coolest dude, a highland lynx. A major goofball with zero balance, and all the chill. I still routinely see him lounging somewhere out of the corner of my eye, only to realize it’s a random bag or something. Breaks my heart every time. Same with all the pets I’ve lost over the years. They’re special in a way that non animal people will never be able to understand
I walk past your tree every day my sweet Ganon.
Dang it now I’m crying a little
I’ve scrolled past this like 10 times today and almost cried every time.
That’s a deep grave
Didn’t want to risk him digging out.
I hate how far away the cat is and how alone it seems that far down :(
I know dead beings can’t feel emotions but I can’t help it.
Anyone know where to find the original? This image is fried from compression
It hurts even without the words
