#pet-death — Public Fediverse posts

Just sent my pet's vet an email with the subject line
"[not urgent] do you handle cremations?"

I realized my dog's 17, unlikely to be immortal, and I don't know my vet's process for handling home deaths. I'm hoping they act as an intermediary between the crematorium and the pet owner, since I don't want to deal with a new place when the time comes. #petdeath

We to say goodbye to Cricket today. He was a legendary kitty, who left an impression on everyone who met him. He defied so many expectations, and told us when it was time, on his terms. He was a gourmand, so have an extra bite or a small treat for him today, if you're able. #petdeath #rainbowbridge

https://www.fda.gov/animal-veterinary/animal-health-literacy/fact-sheet-pet-owners-and-veterinarians-about-potential-adverse-events-associated-isoxazoline-flea

A fellow #cat owner I follow lost one of her cats to a reaction to Nexguard, a #flea #treatment, a rare #SideEffect due to a #gene #mutation. Both her #cats, sisters, became #sick and one is being treated.

We’ve used Bravecto and been fine, but had no idea.

#PetDeath #death #AnimalDeath #CatDeath

We euthanased Loki this afternoon.

He was doing increasingly worse, and seemed to just be switching off. The hyperthyroidism was making it impossible to put weight on him because he needed high protein foods, and the renal failure meant he wasn't able to process the protein properly anymore. He'd gotten so skinny just in the last week, and in the last two days it seemed like he wasn't enjoying things anymore.

Since we found out about the renal failure we decided that as long as he seemed to still be enjoying things we'd look after whatever he needed. We spent the last couple of weeks carrying him to his food and water each hour, making sure he was warm enough, setting up beds by windows so he could lay in the sun and watch the birds. He was still wandering around the house a bit, and came looking for me the other day because I was cooking bacon. He was still engaging.

This turned off yesterday, and it seemed more like he was wandering around because he was lost or couldn't settle properly. He didn't seem to be enjoying things, he just didn't seem present at all anymore.

Loki would have been 18 if he lived to December. We had him a third of my life. I bought him for my housemate our third year of dating (we dated for 10 years), and he's was the last one of the pets we got while we were still together. We have pets together still (Mia, Poppy and Lilith), but they all joined us after we broke up.. and there's something sad about that ending as well.

Loki was loved, and loving. He was laid back and relaxed, and the most chill cat you'd meet.. unless there were baked goods on the line. He loved a muffin and would steal McDonald's fries if he could get them. He was a smart cat who knew enough to play dumb so he didn't have to do anything.

I'm not ok. I hate this part.

#Cat #PetDeath

Loki is wandering around the house today. I think it's because I'm cooking bacon and he can smell it.

I think he'll die this week. We're offering him food and water every two hours, and he's taking a little most of the time. He's enjoying laying in the sun and cuddling with Lilith. If he starts to seem like he's not enjoying his last few days we'll take him to the vet, but at the moment we don't want to rush him and just want him to have an easy and kind death.

#Cat #PetDeath

We had Loki at the vet again this morning, and he's not doing well.

We've brought him home, but are going to have to have him euthanased in the next few days. His renal failure is making him dehydrated quicker than we can get fluids into him. We don't want to be giving him an iv or sc fluids every few days, because it causes him distress.

So he's at home while he's comfortable.

I hate this part of having pets.

#Pets #PetDeath #Cat

And to make today even more shit, sadly, my cat, Five, passed away today too. As a kitten, he was found abandoned, the only survivor out of a litter of four. When I came home with him, we bonded instantly, over our shared lack of co-ordination. He loved the spray bottle, and would leap into the stream of water to bat at the water droplets. I’ll miss you so much. #PetDeath #CatsOfMastodon #pets #cat
https://mastodon.social/@MarcusP/112125138668510754

Sadly, one of our snakes, Evie, has passed away. She will be remembered for her love of foreign food (She has only bitten people from England, France and China), her gentle nature, teaching my wife how to give injections to a snake, and her willingness to help me with a Dalek impression. She loved curling up on my leg in an evening, and were several friend’s first introduction to snakes. #pets #snakes #PetSnakes #SnakesOfMastodon #PetDeath

I think that Socks is dying. He's pmuch stopped eating the crit care I'm syringe feeding him, his breathing is changing, and he seems switched off compared to how he normally is. He's also down to 720g in spite of 2nd hourly feedings (10g of crit care each feed) and constantly having access to fresh soft fruit and vegetables. He is still picking at the fruit and vege a tiny bit, so I'll keep giving him that.

He doesn't seem in pain at all.. he just seems like he's folding into himself. It's very similar to how Beau (our old dog) got in his last couple of days.

So I'm going to stop the crit care feeds because they're not nice for him, I'm going to keep up with the soft fruits and vegetables because I think he's enjoying them. And I think he's going to die in the next couple of days.

If he shows any signs of pain or discomfort I'll take him to the vet to have him put down.. but he always finds trips to the vet stressful and I don't want to do that to him, and everyone there loves him so I don't want to put them through that either.

Thank you for everyone who has given advice and support and help with him being sick.. it's been a long few months and I really appreciate the support here.

I hate this part.

#GuineaPig #GuineaPigs #GuineaPigsOfMastodon #CaviesOfMastodon #PetDeath #Sad #SocksUpdate
[hashtagged because people have been following his progress and deserve to know how he's going - please don't come at me about this being ht-ed]

One of my close friends had to make the tough decision to say goodbye to her pupper today. I didn't expect it to hit me so hard, but I was right there with her at the vet. Grief is heavy. I think I'm dissociating.

#PetDeath #lossofpet #griefandloss

This #Caturday is a sad one for me. This is my baby boi, my grumpy old man, Curio. I was his human and he was my baby from the time he was a little fuzzball; he still is now even though he's gone. We were blessed to have seventeen years together, and he held on as long as he could, but last January his body gave out and we had to say goodbye. I miss him so much.

#cat #catsofmastodon #mastocats #catstodon #PetDeath

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#nonfiction #memoir #personalEssay #cannabis #smoking #petDeath #sapphic #lgbtqi #bisexualChaos

One.

You’re in New York City for the first time. Your friend’s walk-up is cluttered and cozy, as homey as it should be, and it smells like weed. She smokes a lot. She eats even more. You haven’t done much before, but she offers a bowl to you, so you clumsily navigate lighter and pipe.

Truthfully, you’re scared to have a lighter that close to your face. But you’re in your twenties, your friend is in her thirties, she’s like your big sister. You want to look like you know what you’re doing. So you light it–flick–and your nose gets warm while you touch the flame to a corner of the herb. You inhale as it smolders. You get a little smoke. You think.

You go out on her balcony, which is small and made of wood so wobbly you’re not sure it can hold your weight, much less a charcoal barbecue. Neither of you know how to use a charcoal barbecue. You laugh a lot trying to get it to light in the wind. You keep a fire extinguisher on hand just in case.

You feel the warmth after another hit on the pipe. The vegetables you grilled with your best friend taste better. You laugh a little louder.

Two.

It’s cold outside, but you don’t want to smoke inside. You put on a balaclava. You wrap yourself in a bathrobe. You put on slipper socks. You huddle under a blanket on your balcony and light your bong, hands cupped around the pipe to shelter it from the wind. It still won’t light and your fingers are getting stiff. Grab the plasma lighter. It’s not as good, somehow, but it will make your herb burn even when the wind is blasting.

You take a couple deep hits that make you cough plumes into the chilly night, and the smoke is sucked away to disperse against the crystalline starlight. The harsh hits are bad for your lungs. You go inside, take a shot of Pepto to soothe your throat, puff on the inhaler to open your lungs. You settle into bed with a cold nose, cold fingers, and a dizziness that makes the room sway in the wind with you comfortable in its womb.

Three.

You’ve gotten good at baking with cannabis. People like your cookies–some of them say you can’t taste the weed on it, which isn’t true, because your husband cringes to nibble. But many people like the skunky taste. You like the skunky taste.

You’re careful with the cookies. You can’t have children getting into them, so you entomb them in a bag, carefully label it with contents and date, and stash it in the very back of the deep freezer. Since you’ve filled it with almond slivers, oats, and raisins, your kids won’t eat them even if they find them. But you want to be sure. You want to be responsible.

You’re so responsible that you don’t try the dough or the cookies. The butter must be infused, and the cookies baked, cooled, and stored, before your kids come home from school. You don’t want to be stoned when they get here.

Once they’re safe, you clean the skillet where you made cannabis ghee and prepare an omelet. It doesn’t taste like weed. Only when you’re sprawled on the couch in awe of the music melting through your muscles do you realize you didn’t clean the pan enough, and now you’re very, very stoned despite your naive efforts. On the bright side, while your cookies do taste like weed, your omelet did not.

Four.

It’s a cold, windy night on the Pacific coast. It’s so dark that the beach and the ocean are indistinguishable from each other. You’re in love with the woman at your side, sneaking onto the boardwalk amid the dunes. You haven’t told her about this big warm secret coiled in your belly. Your bodies hold warmth between them while you shelter the pipe. It’s the second pipe you bought on this vacation. The first one wasn’t properly drilled with holes, and it weighs down your pocket. It’s pressing against her thigh. She smells like coconut oil and she’s beaming at you when flickering lighter shines gold on her face.

You both inhale. You take all the smoke inside of you and breathe with each other, seated on the sandy steps. The ocean roars slower than your breath. There’s a dark shape on the shore. You can’t be sure if it’s a signpost or a man coming to bust you for getting stoned on the beach in the middle of the night. It’s scary. But being scared is funny.

Her skin is so soft, so smooth. You don’t know it yet but six months later, you won’t be talking. This moment that makes you giddy with the joy and desire will be only a memory. The shape on the beach is a signpost. Nobody cares you’re smoking in the dunes. You’ll still have the pipe without a hole drilled properly, and sometimes you’ll hold it in your hand and remember how her braids felt against your lips.

I'm feeling completely heartbroken & like my chest is going to implode.

I had to say goodbye to my beautiful, 9yr old, daft fluff ball, Fangh bun today. The house feels wrong without him.

He'd been poorly over the last few weeks & deteriorated significantly over the weekend. We had to make the hard but right decision to let him go & put him to sleep. My baby boy has gone & I can't stop crying.

#rabbits #animals #death #heartbreak #pet #PetDeath #RainbowBridge