Before I ask my question I want to share some short background info.

My BF went through a rough childhood. His dad was a Marine drill instructor and wasn't around all the time. He was poor most of his life. One day he and his mom found a little kitty that would come to their house every day and beg for attention and treats. They adopted him and named him Orange. That was over 17 years ago. His parents both died about 5 years ago (bad living killed them. Cancer and heart failure I believe he said). The only thing that linked him and his parents was Orange. About a week ago Orange finally died (he was on the downward slope for a long time and looked nothing but skin and bones). The vet had already figured out that he had a collapsed lung and cancer prior to his death (we got him checked out about 5 days before he died).

My boyfriend was devastated. He cried almost as hard as he did when his stepdad died last year (he loved him more than his real dad because his real dad was an alcoholic). It took him about 4-5 days to fully recover to his normally cheerful and somewhat bouncy self.

Now onto part two. My childhood dog Sam passed away of old age about a month or two ago. He was about 16-17(can't really remember when I got him because I think I was about 6 when I got him). When I heard the news I just kinda blinked, sighed deeply and said "that really sucks". I didn't cry or anything. I felt really sad, but in the end he was just my dog and as much as I love animals I don't get attached to them at the level my BF was attached to Orange.

Have you ever gone through something like that? Is there some kind of possession or pet you're so attached to that losing it would cause you to weep in sadness?

Yeah my dog is about 13 years old now, and so I've had him for the majority of my life. Seeing as he's already 13, I kind of already have it in the back of my head...that his time is coming soon. And I already know that when it does finally happen, I will cry my ass off.

When I was 7, I had a fish that I won at a fair. 3 days later, it died. Due to my lack of full-blown emotions, I cried my eyes out...

I've gone through losing a pet. On the farm we typically had dogs last much older than city dogs, usually 18 or 19 before they started to have problems with bones, sight, the like. Unfortunately for me, the dog I grew up with, Max, was killed when a driver went onto the pathway which lead up to the farm and hit him when Max came up to greet the driver.

Max never went onto the pathway and never went close to the road (we'd trained him to never go within a fair distance of any road), so the guy must have driven a good twenty or thirty meters before going off the pathway to hit the dog. Max was 12 at the time, and that definitely stung, since I'd figured I'd see him for a good six years still yet.

There's a few other things which would definitely hurt if I lost them, but those are mostly things like Photo Albums. Some of the stuff when I was young, I'd guess. I still can't let go of some of the really old stuff I've got.

What a dickhead faggot. Why would someone deliberately kill a dog...What a fag. Sorry for the harsh words and profanity, but that's just wrong.

My dog Zeus


Zeus was a death that rocked me more than either of my grandmother's. It may sound harsh, but with my grandmothers, it felt right with them being so old. Zeus was only 5 and in his prime, so his death was awful to me. It was not a pet I lost but a good friend who was there with me through thick and thin. I loved Zeus so much that I decided to be in the room with him when he was put down so he wouldn't be alone. Just remembering the image of him getting injected makes me want to tear up.


Yeah, Zeus was one of the biggest emotional attachments I've had. But I don't regret anything with him.

Darknet, my family had a dog that looked ALOT like Zeus. And like him she was put down before our eyes. Although I cried, I didn't love Maxine that much. My current dog - named Maximus - shows more love and affection than Maxine, and I love him a thousand times more. He has had alot of close calls, but luckily he's still alive today.

I don't think I've ever hit that, and I think it depends on the person. I mean, I don't even feel like I'd miss my friends that much if they were gone, but then no one's ever died that I know. My most important possessions aren't THAT important to me.
I dunno, I think it's just the way individuals handle things. We'll wait 'til my cat dies.

It hit me hard when my dog Max died. He was my greatest companion, never complaining, always fun, always by my side. He even used to 'smile' at me when he sensed I was feeling low. He had a good innings though, can't wait to see him again........hopefully.

My dog passed away last year and I very sad and angry.For about a month after I was pissed off and just hated everyone and everything.I was a real mean bastard in that time frame.

I was very, very sad when I was told that my dog would need a £5000 operation (that's like $10,000), or she'd need to be put down. Now, I never agreed with euthanasia on animals. Humans can tell you they want to die, and that's their right, in my opinion. But animals have an innocence about them. They are incorruptable with words. No animal would want to a lethal injection.

Anyway, it turned out that the vet grossly over-exaggerated her condition, and she's recovering well. I can take my dog dying, as much as I love her, but in pain, I couldn't take that.

I havent had a pet long enough to get attatched to it. My dog at the moment I have had for roughly a year, and I can honestly say I would not be sad if he died. It wouldnt bother me.

When my dog Chopper passed away about 5 years ago now, I was devastated. Like really. He was like my child. I would just barely make it through work and go home and lay on his dog bed and cry. It was really ugly. I still cry to this day when I think about him too much. Sometimes an animal just affects you that way. The dog we have now, sure I would be upset if he passed away, but not like it was with Chopper.

Jeez all of these stories are harsh.

If my next door neighbors cat dies, I would be pretty sad. Basically becuase it sleeps in my front garden. I've fed it when they were away on seperate occasions.

quote Daisy

When my dog Chopper passed away about 5 years ago now, I was devastated. Like really. He was like my child. I would just barely make it through work and go home and lay on his dog bed and cry. It was really ugly. I still cry to this day when I think about him too much. Sometimes an animal just affects you that way. The dog we have now, sure I would be upset if he passed away, but not like it was with Chopper.