For those who have had to bury their pet, how did you cope afterwards?

For those who have had to bury their pet, how did you cope afterwards?

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i didnt feel nothing. wasnt really attached to the cat.

By giving a new stray a home and passing on the love

I didn't. I just stopped thinking about it so I wasn't hurting all the time. Now only when I think about her do I actually hurt and remember that no matter what I do she will never come back to me. And that bastard who misdiagnosed her could have done something.

That same fucking quack misdiagnosed our other dog. We since then don't go to them anymore if we can help it but its still in the same office as vets we like.

I'm sorry, bro.

That dog literally saved my life.
Best friend since I was 10.
Everyone loved her, had this adorable sweet woof. Never loud, never foul tempered.

She just had seizures and wouldn't eat.
Doctor just said 'her gums look fine' and passed it off as old age. Dog was barely 11. Our family has had dogs that have lived 13-15 years before. This one was in perfect health and then just had it. She suffered nearly a week while we tried to help her before she dropped on the grass and we barely got back in time to say goodbye and comfort her.

Tried to ignore the hurt. It gets back to me at home, alone. I visit an old cat in our local animal shelter every odd week. Can't take him in as I'm allergic to him. But, boy, does he enjoy some company.
Lost my dad two years ago, about to lose my uncle any moment. Death would be a bit more bearable if it weren't for the shitty circustamces like cancer, hospital germs, lung infections and that nasty stuff that doesn't only kill you but make you really miserable while you at it.

I didn't bury little Rosie, she was cremated. She had a great life, though, and even when she was too old to do normal cat stuff, she still was able to just bask in the sun and get affection all throughout her life.

I was happy to be able to provide that for her. I still remember the day we put her down, though. In her own way, she told us it was time for her to go. I cried hard that day and a piece of me was ripped away.

RIP, Rosers, I'll be meeting you again one day.

Had to bury my dog years ago, really it was my ex's dog. He was the male and the female was my dog. Both jack Russell smart and lovable. I built him a coffin and buried him proper. What I believe is his spirit roams my yard(I have a nice sized yard) protecting me while I sleep. Dogs are fuckin awesome because they show love and thanks for the love they get and give it back. That can't be said for most humans.

I grew up with my cat clark and he died at 25 years old this January and I don't think I'll ever have a friend like that again

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