What is your worst pet scenerio you've ever had?

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This goes for your pets only! No one else's! Also please post one with a happy ending (if you're able to that is).




November 21, 2005
It was exactly four months until Zack's first birthday, so he was still a young puppy when this happened. Well, here it goes. It was the middle of the week, and I was home alone. I was watching TV in my room, when I suddenly became hungry and decided to get some food. It was lunchtime after all. Anyway, as I walked downstairs, I saw something horrible- there was about a four-foot spread of blood all over the family room carpet. I looked over and saw that dogs were all out of the kitchen (we leave them gated up in there during the day so they don't destroy the house). But when I looked over and saw Zack sitting on the couch, blood was gushing from his mouth, all over his chest, and on the couch. Naturally, I screamed.

I then ran to the phone and called my mom. Unfortunately, she was in a board room meeting, so I called my grandpa to tell him the situation. He told me to call the vet and see what he says. So I did that and I told him everything I had observed. He said he didn't know what was going on, but it sounded like an emergency and to bring him in immediately. I called my grandpa back and told him what he had said, so he came over, picked up me and Zack, and took us to the vet.

When we arrived at the vet, he couldn't figure out anything that was wrong with him except that he was "droopy". He decided to keep him overnight for further observation, just to make sure he was okay or not. He later got a hold of my mom and told her the news as well and my grandpa went back over to my house to clean all the blood (it all came out).

What went from staying one night turned into staying one whole week for poor Zack. They did a lot of surgeries on him and discovered he had something called Inflametory Bowel Disease, which is extremely rare. Our vet had never seen it before and his father (also a vet) had only seen it three times in his life. Inflametory Bowel Disease is when you eat something you're allergic to and your intestines implode on each other, causing a ton of internal bleeding, which was why Zack had thrown up so much blood. The vet also said that if I hadn't gotten him there by 3:00 that afternoon, he probably would've died! I saved his life! If I had been at school that day, I would've walked in and found him dead.

Zack wasn't getting any better, so we took him to an emergency vet about a half hour from our house and they were going to perform a brand new surgery on him that no one has ever done before. Whatever it was, though, it worked! We learned that Zack is severely allergic to protein, which is in pretty much every brand of dog food. We now feed him ZD Special Diet, which all the dogs eat, and is vet prescribed. He is now two years old and is very happy and healthy. He has actually grown really large. Get this: Pomeranians are supposed to be anywhere from three to seven pounds. He's eighteen pounds. And no, it's not fat. He's just big! So anyway, that's Zack's story. Do you have a sad pet story with a happy ending? What do you think of Zack's story? What would you have done if you were in that situation?

I have one, but it's sad.

That's a cute dog! Looks like a real sweety.

My sad pet story had a sad ending. I adopted a tiny kitten who was about 3-4 weeks old and she died at 5 months old. She got some weird infection that dissolved the bones in her knee then it went to her heart and killed her. I suspect she had Lyme disease because when I adopted her and took her for her first vet checkup she had over 200 ticks in her ears and she was so tiny she could sit in the palm of my hand. She was the sweetest cat you ever could hope for.

A week after she died I did go to the shelter and adopted an adult cat who was on death row. She had been at the shelter over 4 weeks and was scheduled to be executed the day after I adopted her. So I got her just in time. She really picked me. Well I did always want a calico but my roommate told me I had to get a kitten. But I really wanted an older cat so that I could see what their personality would be. Well this calico kitty grabbed my sweater sleeve and would not let go. She kept meowing at me. I went home with this kitten that turned out to be hellcat and slashed the roommate's leather couch. Next day I took the kitten back and said I want that calico do you still have her? We've been together 8 yrs now. So maybe that part of the story is happy because I got her. I often think she is my other kitten reincarnated, except for my calico was older and already born when my other kitten died. So maybe the kitten sent this other cat to look after me? All I know is she's turned out to be the sweetest, most loving cat and has saved my life three times. Here's her picture-

That's adorable Ticker!

awww! I am gad you rscued the calico.!
I have quite a few sad pet "scenarios", but here is one with a happy ending...

umm..ok..this was a long time ago..my roommate at the time took in a tiny white kitten that someone had apparently left on the doorstep. Anywhoo..it was beautiful but so fluffy we could not tell if it was a boy or girl..somewhere along the like the kitten "accidentally" got into some blue manic panic and ended up being light blue (i didn't do it)..the boys all wanted to call it BOB, the girls all wanted to call it Bluey or Bluedella...somewhere along the line someone thought up the name Kablooey and it sorta stuck...but the boys were still rooting for Bob....Anywhoo...the story takes an almost tragic turn when the kitten (who is all over the place) climbs up into the hard-to-close fridge and my roommate unknowingly kicks the fridge door shut with his steel toed work boot, crushing the kitten. It pooped and vomited at the same time..went into spasms...then lapsed into a semi-coma..occasionally waking to yeowl pitifully (because a fracture vertebrae was pinching it's spinal cord ..so the soonest we can get it to the vet is the next day..in the mean time my female roommate is calling me at work, freaked out and sobbing at the kitten's intermittant yowls..(i can do nothing from the box office of the movie theatre and exhibit a lack of empathy..even though I am very torn up)....we take kitten to vet the next day where the prognisis is dim..the kitten is in a coma and "anaplegic"..and undoubtedly has suffered neurolgical damage...but they will see what they can do. What they do is pump kitten full of sterroids and manage to set the fractured neck and the kitten (who turns out to be a girl who we named Kablooey) survives and thives, becoming the most awesome and charismatic kitty I have ever known..her only lingering symptoms being a marilyn monroe-esque swagger, a slight wall-eyed look to her eyes and an extreme terror of flashlights...(the vet was so amazed that she was able to save her that she undercharged us...and I ended up dating my male roommate who found kablooey for 2 years and we are still friends....the end.

The day Samantha passed away was very sad.

Some scary scenarios have involved my three boy cats, Peter, Paul, and Prince crawling under the house. It scared me, but they turned out to be okay. Also, once Prince got his head stuck between the slats of the fence in the catroom. That cat has given me the greatest number of mini heart attacks. He also got locked in the linen closet on a couple of occasions. He loves closets and loves to hide.

I had a coyote dog named Mango who I rescued. We were best friends and nearly inseparable. She helped me do a decade of care for my mom.

Then I developed some really awful disease. I do not know what it is. It changed something in me. I think it made my scent scary to her - like the scent of disease.

She was becoming a nervous wreck around me. She trembled. She puked. I had to adopt her out. Two years nowand I still feel hollow and sad.

My dog, Partner, got really sick with a stomach ailment. I think it was due to the fact that he ate crystal cat litter. We have never used that stuff since.

My parents brought home a Spaniel Terrier dog from the humane society. She was troubled because she didn't listen. She ran away from you, she wouldn't come to you when you call her name, she peed everywhere, but the problem was she had PTSD because her owner abused her. I hated her because she was lot of work but my family refused to take her back. WE all had to earn her trust. We had to watch our tone of voice, we kept cleaning up after her when she have an accident, we had to chase her and grab her to wipe her paws.
My dad figured her pet owner would call her and then hit her with the rag she had in her hand.
I remember being mad at the people who had her but the abuser turned out to be an old woman who was senile, so she forget to feed the dog, so she would dig in the trash for food. The lady would catch her and beat her with a newspaper. When the family decided to put the lady in a home, they put the dog in the humane society so someone can adopt her.
I think she did more than beating her with a newspaper to the dog because she was sure afraid of rags and she ran away from us when we call her and pee when we raise our voices.
Our dog overcame it eventually so now she was no longer is scared and have accidents. She was very happy and she tell us when she needed to go out.
But she had always been good with kids. She was afraid of grown ups. She wasn't even two yet when we adopted her. Now she is ten.


I remember the time my calico cat chewed the feet on my Barbie dolls and she chewed on one of the hands on Stacie. I caught her one day and yelled at her and I started to put them away when I be done playing with them where she couldn't get to then. She eventually stopped. When she got older she quit using her litter box. I wouls clean it out but she would go all over the place so I kept her outside often. She might have been senile so she didn't know she was supposed to use it. When I moved to Oregon, my parents had her up in the rec room with her litter box but she stopped using it and started to go in storage spaces. My parents kicked her out and she remained living on the back deck until her death this summer. I wonder if she had anything wrong with her. My parents figured she died of old age. Last time I saw her, her fur color was very pale, she looked very frail because she wasn't very active and she spent most of her time on the deck, never went anywhere. I knew she was heading towards her death but didn't take any concern in it thinking it was her age. So I wasn't too surprised when I found out she died.
One time, when she was three or four, she moaned every time I or anyone else picked her up and she hated being rubbed so I knew something was wrong. My parents took her to the vet and it turned out she had puss under her skin. They had to put her to sleep and they shaved the area and cut a hole in her skin to drain the fluid out. My cat had a bald spot on her side for a while until the fur grew back.

I was once going to work in summer of 2006 and my dog is running beside me, she all of a sudden jumped in front of me and I slam on my breaks even though I wasn't even going 25 MPH and she whimpered real loud and ran in the tall grass and hid. I was very upset that day but thank god she was all right. My car cut her skin open and she needed stitches and she walked on three legs and she had to wear a cone so she wouldn't dig at her stitches and at the bandage around her leg. She never got near my car again and I started to chain her up in the yard when I leave for work. Then I let her run free when I get home. I also walked her so she get plenty of exercise. Then I eventually stopped chaining her up when I leave for work.

Back when I was still in a relationship with my ex, I had to take him to his parents house because he had a dentist appointment and they wanted him up there for a few days. I didn't now my dog had ran in my home as I left so i locked her inside on accident and I came home to a surprise when I got back. Game controller chewed up, VCR remote control, my boyfriend's driver's manuel all ripped, one of my stuff animals chewed, and I think that was it. I learned to check my house first before I go anywhere. One time I was leaving for Spokane for three days and I remembered I forgot to check my house, so I ran back inside and there was my dog on the couch so I put her outside and lock the door again. She would be at my parents house when I be gone so I didn't have to bother taking her down there since she went down there on her own.

My dog Lady was a great dog. I got her when I was 7. Because of her, I started getting "out" of autism. In fact the next day I started talking to people for the first time. But sadly a few years ago she drowned in our swimming pool. We think she had a heart attack or stroke before falling in. The entire family cried for days when we saw her just floating in the water. She never went near the pool before or had problems. She lived 14 years, which is a long time for a dog. She was just a black mutt.

We used to get a lot of stray cats at my old house. One of them was a young Tortie whom I called Janie. I don't remember much about her except that she was affectionate and liked to be touched. Anyway, one day my brother and I were petting Janie, and one of our other cats chased her into the street, and she got hit by a car. She was dead on impact, but her body convulsed wildly before she went limp a minute or two later. It was very disturbing.

well, my step moms dog hated everyone, including me, and ripped the couch to shreds, and then my step mom left.

I had a little fat kitty that ate to much and I was sick of him sh*****g everywhere. He was only very young but I thought 'that's it he is going to live outside for good.' He was mewwing his head off to come back in and he pushed his head through the screen door and got in stuck in the diamond shape. He started hyperventalating and I was try to hold him up. I put some books under him and run to the neighbours. They said try some oil cause I couldnt get his head out but it didn't work. I phoned the fire brigade and they come around, about four or five men and they just turned the kittys body around and his head came out.

Wow, this is an old post of mine! I don't even remember posting it anymore! lol

Last night my cat pissed on my girlfriend in her sleep.

Worse part was that because we live in Brisbane we had the fan on... so it blew in my face

I think she must be sick... poor little thing.

I had a cat that got into a fight with another cat and died a few days later.