Pet illness and death

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I'm in my 30's and it still kills me emotionally when a pet dies. Last year I lost one of my cats--- it really hurt. I cried.
But strangely enough ( or maybe not so strangely), it wasn't me who cried the most. My other cat yowled and cried for 2 weeks after Figaro died. I thought she'd eventually stop and move on, but she didn't. She'd never been a single cat before. So, we adopted another kitty. This one looked different and had a different personality--- we weren't trying to replace Figaro. We thought it might be good for our sad cat to have some companionship. They get along great now. Everyone, it seems, can mourn.
I don't think it's odd to mourn a pet you love--- whether it be a cat, rat, fish, bird, snake or whatever. They become family.

I don't want to think of what will happen when my current pets pass on. I can't even bear to see a dead animal in the street. It makes me sad, and angry that the owners didn't protect their pets from getting out.

I still miss my cat, Samantha, and she lived to be 20. I have a lot of nice memories of her and log on regularly to a Siamese cat site. Because of Samantha, I found those friends. In that way, she lives on.

it is common for people on the spectrum to prefer animals to people,and have more awareness and liking of their animal than their human relative.
am have meltdowns when a pet dies,am have messed up feelings,and lack of understanding of them,so guess they come out in meltdowns as body does not know what is going on.

am have had rats for years before moving into places which were biased to them and wouldn't allow them in,another autie now looks after the last group of rex boys am had,am would never get rats again am think,because they die so young and often get severely ill as pensioner rats-the worst part is watching them struggling to breathe and finding no vet open as it's weekend.

A pet passing away has got to be saddening for anyone. My cat had to be put sleep about a month ago. He had not been well for a while and one day when I came home I found him collapse on the car park behind my home he was still alive but only had the energy to meow and move his head a little.

Taking him to the vets to find out what was up with him and seeing him dying in front of me was extremely upsetting for me. He had been the nearest thing to friend I had ever had.

Yesterday, I read of the passing of one of my friend's cats on the cat site I visit. I hurt for her because it was her favorite cat, and also one of my favorite kitties on that site.

Most humans (and perhaps many animals) do not seem to be able to accept that life is a very temporary, very special condition of matter. The whole religious swindle which has been part of human culture since human culture was born is based on the sucker's hope that life can be eternal. Incessant daily experience demonstrates how fragile life is and how precious our relationship to other living things is to people who care for each other and for other wonderful living creatures which make up our complex world. The only rational remedy is to understand how valuable each living moment is and to prize it accordingly. The overwhelming and incessant callousness of humanity for other living creatures, both animals and humans, is a dominant feature in almost all human societies and it seems it has always been so. Mutual butchery is a firmly established feature of natural life and so finally it must be accepted to remain rational. As one who has lived with and loved many animals I am fully aware of how painful it is to lose one but one's own life is a very precious time and very limited and should be spent using and appreciating that very small window into the universe we are accorded in our lifetime.

The last golden we had was put to sleep too early, I think
Supposidly she had really bad hips but she wasnt even that bad, I remember. My grandmothers dog however is hanging on to life by her falling out teeth, and they are refusing to take it out of its misery.. Its just, wrong.

Sometimes it's very difficult to judge, but you have to try and think of what's best for the animal, don't you? We used to have a Jack Russell called Patch when I was young. By the time she was nearly 17, she had arthritis in her spine so she was constantly in pain, she was becoming senile, and she frequently peed in her basket. She used to follow my Mum round the house gazing up at her if to say, "help me..." But every time my Mum suggested that it might be kindest to have her put to sleep, my Dad and brother would say that she only wanted the dog getting rid of because she was fed up with cleaning up after her...

I think Patch was kept alive for at least six months longer than she should have been.