How to Cope with the Death of a Dog: Advice from a Psychologist
The death of a beloved dog is a profound grief for every owner. Whatever the cause, this event always leaves an indelible mark on the soul, but life doesn't end there, and one must learn to cope with the shock. The hardest part of this situation is surviving the first few days, when, in addition to the difficult emotional state, one must also deal with other issues related to the death of a pet.
Psychological advice
For many, a dog becomes a true member of the family, so its death is as tragic as the loss of a loved one. Psychologist Julie Axerold believes that after a dog's death, a person loses not only a pet but also a source of unconditional love, a constant companion who provides comfort and security, and a ward for whom the owner acts as a mentor, much like a child. How can one cope with this period? Our culture lacks rituals to help cope with loss (obituaries, memorial days), so sometimes it's easier to follow some recommendations from psychologists. Although these recommendations are quite simple, it's not always possible to follow them during periods of intense grief.

Key recommendations:
- Don't assign blame, especially if your pet died due to illness or injury. It's important to recognize that even ideal owners and experienced vets sometimes make mistakes, so it's important not to blame yourself with phrases like, "I didn't have time," or "I chose the wrong vet." Every owner does their best, so the most important thing is that their dog lived a happy life in a caring environment.
- Take a break and wait for the pain to subside. Don't rush into searching for a replacement for the lost pet, as this can lead to comparisons between different animals, which are often unfavorable to the new pet. After the loss, it's best to limit contact with familiar dog owners, visits to your usual pet store, or veterinary clinic to avoid unnecessary questions and reminiscing.
- Fill the void. Dog owners develop a unique rhythm and schedule, which can revolve around their pet's needs (e.g., daily walks, feeding schedule, etc.). Lifestyle changes are one of the most powerful sources of stress, so it's important to find a new hobby or activity to occupy the freed-up time. This could include taking English or programming classes, going to the gym, or renovating your own apartment—anything that will take your mind off pain and sad thoughts.
- Remember only the good. Immediately after a dog's death, the memory most often turns to the period when the dog was already sick or old, but you should try to push these thoughts aside. After all, there were many other, more pleasant moments in the dog's life: awkward puppyhood, the first training lessons, shared walks and trips, and other occasions that deserve to be highlighted. To reinforce positive emotions, you can create a photo album or frames, and after a while, memories of your pet will bring only smiles, not tears.

- Get rid of reminders. Hide all reminders of the loss (collar, leash, food bowl, toys). You can give them to friends or donate them to a dog shelter, where they'll surely be put to good use.
- Help other animals. Psychologists believe that helping a dog shelter is a good way to quickly overcome difficult emotional states. Knowing that your help brings joy and benefit to someone will eventually displace negative emotions.
- Get a puppy. This advice is the last one, for good reason, as you shouldn't think about a new pet until the pain of loss has subsided. If the thought of a new puppy involuntarily brings up comparisons, like how it will never be as smart or loyal, it's best to abandon the idea for now. Otherwise, the new family member won't be able to fully receive the care and love of its owner and give them new, vibrant emotions.

What to do when a dog dies
Death from an accident or injury, a long battle with a dangerous or incurable disease—no matter how much one might want to change the situation, the owner is faced with the fact: the dog has died, and something must be done. One of the pressing questions is what to do with the body, since it needs to be buried.
Responsibility for the burial of a pet falls entirely on the owner, but in Russia this issue remains unresolved. According to the law, there are two options for the disposal of deceased animals: cremation or decontamination in Beccari pits, which are located in most major cities.
Sometimes pet owners choose to bury their animals after they die and even erect a monument, for which purpose entire animal cemeteries are organized in some cities.
Important! Never bury a pet in a park, dacha, or forest, especially if it died from an infectious disease. Pathogens can survive in the soil for decades and are eventually carried by groundwater into wells and boreholes, potentially triggering a dangerous epidemic.
Private veterinary clinics and centers with their own crematoriums also provide assistance in this matter. Their staff are ready to come at any time to collect the body of a deceased dog and transport it for an autopsy and subsequent cremation. These centers offer two cremation options:
- common - several corpses are burned in the chamber at the same time, the ashes of which are mixed, but the owner can take part of it with the thought that there is a part of his pet there too.
- Individual – involves burning one animal's body in one chamber, so the owner can be sure that the urn contains only the ashes of his dog.

The memory of pets can also be immortalized in virtual cemeteries, which are organized on social media or special websites. These sites offer the option of registering a personal page where you can not only post a photo of your deceased pet but also receive psychological support and grief counseling from other pet owners.
How do dogs sense death?
There is no definitive answer to the question of whether dogs sense their death, but it is not uncommon for old and sick animals to leave the home, and the owner later finds the body and realizes that the departure was intentional.
There are several theories to explain this behavior. Some believe that the animal is trying to ease a person's pain and sadness by leaving, but this theory is untrue. To act this way, one would need a human consciousness, since only humans are capable of thinking about and fearing death. However, animals do this unconsciously, as for them, life and death are equally natural. American psychologists believe their intelligence is comparable to that of a 2-3-year-old child, who also doesn't understand that death is irreversible.
According to biologists, a pet's departure from home before death can be explained by the same reasons as a sick or elderly wolf leaving a pack. The dog's consciousness becomes clouded, so the habits acquired over years of living with humans displace the more ancient instincts inherent in all canines:
- a weak individual who cannot run fast and hunt successfully will be a burden to the pack;
- a weak individual can be easy prey and thus attract the attention of a pack of other predators;
- If you don’t hide, there is a risk of encountering a large predator and dying painfully after being torn apart;
- If you die in a pack, the decomposition products will negatively impact the health of the young.
It's assumed that these are the impulses that drive an animal when it leaves its owner. However, pets that retain consciousness and affection don't always succumb to these instincts, and so they are left to die in the home where they spent their entire lives.
Legend has it that all dying dogs go to the Rainbow Bridge. It's a kind of canine paradise, where they are freed from all ailments and feel neither hunger nor fear. They can spend time endlessly playing with other deceased animals, so it's a relief to know all their hardships are behind them. Moreover, at the Rainbow Bridge, dogs have another pleasure they couldn't have in life due to their limited vision: they can see all the colors of the rainbow.

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50 comments
Irina
On December 26th at 2:22 AM, my son, a Japanese Chin named Timka, died. I will never have another dog. I have never experienced such grief. Where will I find the strength to make this even a little easier? All my thoughts are only about him.
Alena
I sympathize with you deeply and understand your situation. My Chin died unexpectedly at age 6, and he had never been ill before. I'm having the same thoughts as you—I've never felt so bad, life has lost all meaning, I fall asleep and wake up in tears, even though it's been almost 4 months. Chins are so attached to their owners that they, too, develop a dependence on these magical dogs. I knew I'd be terribly upset when he died, but I didn't think it would be so unbearable, especially so unexpectedly. It's been 1.5 years already, so tell me, has it gotten any better? I'm sorry to ask and disturb your wound, but I just want to understand if there's any light to be found in this darkness that has set in and won't let up.
Christina
Today, our German Shepherd Gerdochka left us. You spent 14 years with us. We guys got her as a puppy. I was 8 years old then. It was incredibly sad. She was dying painfully. Her back legs failed due to cancer. She didn't eat anything, only drank a lot. As a result, her body swelled up due to pulmonary edema. We had to euthanize her so she wouldn't suffer. I will never be able to forget those eyes, so devoted and sad. Her last look was like 1000 bullets in the heart.
Ruslan
Two days ago, our Yardik passed away. Yardik was a German Shepherd, the most loyal dog, always happy to see us, and followed my parents around like a little tail. He was a very kind and smart little dog. He died of gastric torsion, and I couldn't do anything. Not a single veteran responded that evening... He died a terrible death almost in my arms, suffering for 10 hours, the sweet one. I blame myself so much for not being able to save him... I don't know what to do with such grief. This is the second time in my life I've heard my father cry; he loved him very much, and Yardik loved his dad more than anyone. Thank you, my dear friend, for 9 years of happiness; you will forever remain in our hearts. Sleep peacefully, my dear, forgive me for everything. I hope we meet someday in heaven.
Tatiana
On July 18, 2019, our beloved dog Tarzan passed away!!! He was very smart and loyal,
affectionate, and a guard for us.
Nellie
It's just awful... On May 31st, my little dog passed away... my impudent, always barking, red-faced one... I rushed from Kazakhstan to Orenburg in one day to save her... She rode so patiently... quietly... but... I'm finished, I'm crying non-stop, I don't know how to live on, it seems like she'll come running any minute, nothing helps. I want to fall asleep and never wake up... What to do, I don't know... My Lucky... little punk... she was only six... The word never is unbearable, I can't come to terms with this never... it hurts unbelievably... tears are streaming, I can't talk for even two minutes... Forgive me, my little dog.
Anonymous
How are you? Today I sent my beloved boy to the rainbow. The pain is unbearable. He's been sick for two years, and I can't bear to watch him suffer anymore. How can I even stop howling?
Marina
On May 24th, my beloved and dear boy, my sunshine, my joy, left us. My Yorkshire Terrier Paco, my darling, was 15 years and two months old. God, I'm so heartbroken, I can't find a place for myself, the tears won't dry. I knew my little one was ill and would soon be gone, but I didn't believe it. We did everything we could, supporting his heart. On the morning of the 24th, my boy ate his favorite liver with rice and cheese, and at 5 pm, the agony began, his heart was clearly aching. We ran to the vet, and he said that it was inhumane to continue to torment him; he would die in an hour or two, but there was no need to torture him. That's how my beloved Paco passed away. I can't, I just can't pull myself together and calm down even a little. He was cremated, and I took the paper that was left, confirming that the baby was cremated.
Irina
On the night of May 22nd, my daughter, Ksyusha, a Japanese Chin, died. We lived together for 9 years. She was my first and only dog in my life. For me, she was a friend, family, a daughter. She taught me so much, including a sense of time (walking, feeding). My soulmate, my girl. You loved to sleep on a pillow, you loved to walk... I dreamed of spending more time with her, showing her not only the city, but also all the beauty of the countryside. A couple of months ago, my plan came true. We moved. We began to spend more time together. And then she got sick. I thought it was a cold, we treated her for a cough. I had to go to the city.
She was left alone, and when I returned in the evening, she started coughing with every breath. I called the vets, gave her cold medicine, and was going to take her to the doctor in the morning. But she kept getting worse. Then she just collapsed, fluid started coming out of her, she had convulsions, and she died at 2 a.m. I couldn't believe it, I still don't believe it... I lay with her until the morning and stroked her cooling body. I asked her to wake up. Should she be buried in the forest. I go to the grave twice a day, bringing food. I so want her to be well, wherever she is. I pray for her. I was the one who didn't look after her. The pain is tearing my soul apart. I drink coffee with cognac. I don't know how to live without her. I don't want to be without her.
Irina
My Pilyushenka, my Pilot. He was three and a half years old. Yesterday he died of periplasmosis. I fought for his life for six days. I took him to the vet twice a day for IVs. Friends helped. I don't have a car. He didn't walk. They carried him on sheets. How did this happen?? Some stupid tick, a stinking insect, killed my dog! I didn't give him a tick pill in time. It's my fault. Before he died, he pooped and was shaking violently, I hugged him and he died in my arm. Time stood still. I don't know if I did the right thing or not, but on the advice of the vet, I gave him up for cremation. I washed him, wrapped him in a black bag, that's what the doctors said. I lay on his body and cried. Then they came and took him away.
I know for sure, if I hadn't done this and buried him myself, I would have built a mausoleum. I don't clean his dishes, I wear his collar on the arm where he died. I'll make his portrait. I drink vodka and don't feel hungry. I don't drink, but I feel better. When I get over the pain, I want to get a border collie puppy. Even though he's a mongrel, he looks a lot like one. I hope his dksha will move into my future pet.
My condolences to you all. Hang in there. Be strong. I'll also try to get out of this state. But my strength is failing me. I'm talking to someone I don't know. It feels like Piglet is sitting at my feet as always. His face is on my legs. And just three hours ago, I asked him to give me at least some sign, something, and suddenly two birds flew in and sat on the gate and started chirping, and I realized that he was my little star and he never left me. He was and is always with me.
Alexey
Hang in there. Time heals all. Below I wrote about the Labrador who passed away. Almost a month later, it got easier. I developed a habit of not being able to get anyone to come out, even just a little tug on the ear. And I spent half my life with this friend. The main thing is not to dredge up the past or hold anyone responsible. And it will get much easier.
Catherine
Irina, my condolences (this is absolutely terrible. I came here myself looking for an answer on how to live on (my dog has been gone for a week (he also has piroplasmosis, he was only 3.5 years old) (they couldn't save him) they tormented him every day with trips to the hospital, he was on IVs ((but with each passing day he was fading away. Horrible, incredibly hard, I don't know how to live on, everything reminds me of him, damn it ((( I don't want to live (sadness) I got a puppy, I fell in love with him, he softens my heart, but no one can replace Matvey for me. It's terribly hard. I also ask you to give me a sign so I know that his soul exists.
Magdalene
On May 5, 2029, my beloved Central Asian Alma passed away. She was 10 years old. She was bitten by a tick again. The first time was when she was six months old. It was indescribable suffering. I fought for her life for six days. But yesterday, her death throes began, and I had to call a doctor to euthanize her. She howled loudly throughout the village, tearing at everything she could. If she had had the strength to stand on her hind legs, she would have collapsed in pain. Watching my beloved suffer, not knowing how to help, was the worst torment for me. She was not a dog to me. Rightly or wrongly, I buried her on my estate. I planted flowers on top. She loved to sniff them. She is with me. If I ever decide to get a guard dog, I will never humanize them. My sympathies go out to everyone who has lost their pets. When will the emotional wound heal???... After all, Alma was raised by my son, but he passed away before her... Woe is me, woe is me... I'm left alone...
Alexey
My friend passed away the day before yesterday. This dog was very active... an active, beautiful, and intelligent Lab. It's only been almost two days, but it feels like a year has already passed. She had liver problems in the spring of 2018, then recovered within a year. She turned 10 a month and a half ago. And then it all started in mid-April. She stopped eating and would only eat from my hand. When we took her to the doctor, they diagnosed her with suspected cirrhosis of the liver. Her stomach was also terribly swollen.
After that, she lived for about six days. Three days ago, we took her for a walk. She even played with a stick, and then when we came home, after washing her paws, she jumped out of the bathtub and started vomiting. First, she threw up undigested meat that we gave her the day before. After 10 minutes, she started vomiting blood.
Then she started twitching. We held off until the morning because we had no way to get to the clinic. I was afraid she wouldn't make it on her own. Then, before leaving for the clinic, she started bleeding from her anus. When we arrived at the clinic, the doctor said there were two options. Either torture her with medications and prolong her life in pain for three months, or calmly euthanize her. Through tears, the latter was chosen. As I sat with her in her final moments, I saw her ears turning yellow and ulcers appearing on her tongue. Her liver had simply progressed catastrophically. And now my friend is gone. People, if you get a dog, keep one thing in mind. In almost all cases, you will outlive it, and you will have to cope with its loss. You must be prepared for that.
Alexey
Today my faithful friend Shmel passed away, he was 17 years old
He wasn't a purebred, just a mongrel with intelligent eyes, but the neighbors once called him "the most beautiful dog on the street."
He was hit by a car and broke both of his front legs, but he crawled home with an open fracture and held on until the very end, living another 10 years after that.
For the last two days he didn’t eat or drink, he just lay there and looked at me, and last night he started whining and barking, all his paws gave out and he couldn’t move, he called me to say goodbye.
I didn't sleep all night, sleep wouldn't come, I went up to him and stroked him, hoping that he would have an easy, quick death, but no...
I couldn't look at his helplessness, his look, he couldn't move and didn't understand why it was like that.
I hugged him and said let's go for a ride, I took him by car to a veterinarian I knew, she gave him anesthesia so that he would first fall asleep, and then gave him a lethal injection.
I didn't know dogs don't close their eyes after death, so I tried to, but he continued to stare into the distance with his intelligent brown eyes. I hugged his limp body and carried him to the car, gave him a final ride, and buried him in the woods.
I will not forget you, my faithful dog.
You taught me unconditional love, sometimes I didn't notice you, or didn't give you much time, but you were always there, even when people left me, you stayed with me and I wasn't lonely.
I probably won’t be able to get another dog after you, you were the first and only one in my life, I thank fate that it brought us together and we lived these years together.
Sleep peacefully, dear comrade, you were and remain my furry favorite, I listen and wait for the sound of your claws on the floor and your cozy snoring in your sleep.
The feeling of your soft fur remains on my palms, your scent tickles my nostrils, I would like you to be happy in dog heaven, don’t be sad there without me, you know that I loved you and will love you even in separation
Evgeniy57
Today at 5 a.m., our wild, furry little dog died, instantly, like a car! It's my fault! I didn't have time to attach the leash, and I'm moving poorly. It's really bad. Yesterday, she was looking after me all day (my turn), and this morning, she was gone! I called, and they responded, and sent her to the crematorium. That's probably better! It's so sad.
Dasha
I'm in the same situation... I went to walk my Yorkie, Archie, and I didn't catch his leash in time, and he was hit by a car... a closed head injury, instant death... My little Archie, may he rest in peace! He was only two years old...
Sergey
Today our faithful friend, our dog, our Ryzhik, died. Kind and devoted.
Alice
My dear Shani, you've been gone for almost 40 years, and I still can't believe it and cry every night before bed. You were only 3 years and 10 months old, and you lived with us from the moment you were born. Forgive me if I did anything wrong. I love you very much, and I miss you very much. I promise we will definitely meet after death and will always be together. I love you.
Valery
On January 27, 2019, the heart of our most faithful Yorkie friend, Gaur-Viscount (Punshik), stopped beating. The whole family feels empty. I don’t remember a single day when he didn’t greet us at the door (he would have turned 12 on March 1).
A dog's life is short, it's a shame, but I won't hide the fact that we are glad for one thing: dogs go to heaven, that's how fate intended it. You've left us, you've gone to another world, to a place of no return, leaving behind memories of yourself, love, sadness, and the pain of loss. Good memories of you, as a faithful friend, will remain in our memories forever!
Natalia
Our beloved Badger died this morning in terrible agony… he was poisoned on the street. He's already been buried. Tears are flowing. A kind, loyal, trusting dog… how can we live now WITHOUT YOU?
Daria is a veterinarian
My condolences. Hang in there...
Svetlana
Even if you've lost a dog, cry, but find a new friend. Live for someone, let your children grow up with animals; they'll grow up to be good people. I'm currently thinking about opening a kennel. I don't have much money, but in honor of my beloved Baksik, my pension will be enough for at least a few homeless dogs. Good luck to you all, pets are waiting for you.
Svetlana
Five years ago I moved to the dacha because I had two dogs. On the first day a guest came to us, we named him Bucks, fed him and he left,,,, but in the morning we found him under the door of our guest. He was sleeping on our rug. I lived for them, and they served me very faithfully. Yesterday, my friend Bucks was hit by a car, he drove over the dog at high speed, and did not even stop, how inhumane. After all, he was big... Our dog Bucks couldn’t see in his left eye, but he had a great sense of smell and hearing... I miss him so much, I’ve been crying for two days. God, you should have seen his friends, they sniffed him and pushed him with their paws as they lifted him... Now I’m analyzing the last few days and I’m coming to the conclusion that dogs have a sense that is not inherent in people, he told me about his death,,, with his behavior, appetite, but I didn’t pay attention to this. For what now I torture and execute………
Elena
On December 11th, my little button—Zosichka the Pekingese—died. I don't know what to do. Thank you, my joy, for the 14 years of happiness you gave me and my dad. Sleep peacefully, my daughter. I'm crying, crying, crying...
Daria is a veterinarian
my condolences…
Yuri
Elena, please accept my condolences and condolences. I understand you very well. Hang in there, our pets are our children. And it's especially painful for those who looked after the dog and walked it. It's very hard, a part of your soul and a feeling of emptiness disappears... My Lucia lived with me for 11 years (she was an adopted dog, I got her at 3.5 years old), and we fell in love very quickly. We spent 11 years together, always with me on trips, at the dacha, and when visiting. She never let me go anywhere. I also have cats - Lucia made friends with them all and became the boss of them (all of them were also adopted). She didn't let them misbehave and protected them from other dogs and cats, and we all walked together at the dacha.
She outlived all her brothers and sisters, so I thought she'd live long enough to be a joy. But she developed illnesses: her legs became difficult to walk, her kidneys were damaged (she was being treated for piraplasmosis), and she developed a mammary tumor. The doctors didn't perform surgery, saying it could get worse. They treated her with pills and medication. Her condition stabilized, and even improved; I carried her out for walks in my arms. After the summer season ended, she got worse. We ran some tests, were about to go to the vet, but that night she got worse. There was no 24-hour vet nearby, so I called an ambulance. The vet was five minutes late. Lucy passed away.
I picked her up, hugged her, straightened her ears, and her head was on my chest. We sat in the chair with her until the morning, crying. The next day, she was cremated. I will bury Lyusya at the dacha in a beautiful place, next to the cat and the cat she also loved. It's been 17 days, but the pain doesn't subside. I blame myself for everything. I believe that she is happy where she is now and that we will meet again.
Natalia
I lost my hairy son on Friday. He was 17 years, 6 months, and 24 days old. I'm suffering terribly. He was the closest and dearest to me. Everyone who knows me knows how dearly we were to each other. He was in critical condition on December 2, 2018, but he pulled through and lived on medication—he brought me joy every day. Even before, I'd been moved to tears by the thought that one day he would pass away.
The worst thing is when people try to calm me down with the words, "Calm down—it's just a dog." For me, he was so much more. Knowing he was so dependent on me forced me to go on long walks, entertain him, and spend more money on his food than on mine—all for his beloved pet!
I also stroked his lifeless body until it was time to bury him.
I take sedatives, but I still cry all the time...
I really sympathize with you and understand.
Natalia
On December 5th, my dog Elsa died on the operating table without regaining consciousness. She was healthy and happy for 8.5 years, but suddenly she became ill—her belly had grown large. The vet diagnosed a tumor. Urgent surgery was needed, but she didn't survive. This is a huge tragedy for our entire family. Our Elsa Chkalovskaya, a Bullmastiff, was a kind-hearted dog. I believe she will go to heaven. We love her and miss her very much.
Nani
I feel so bad after losing my dog. Our little Bimushka was very sick. We hoped until the very end that he would recover. The vets poisoned him. He was 15 years old and didn't survive the improper treatment. I blame myself for not caring for the dog. My dear, I'm so sorry... We love you very much. Sleep well.
Kate
Thank you so much! You helped me! Thank you, thank you, thank you! You helped me get through the pain!
Daria is a veterinarian
It's so good that you were able to let go of the situation and the pain. You're doing great!
Elsa
My beloved Alabai, Jack, has passed away. He lived for 10 years and two months. This is so hard, I've been crying for three days. Everything reminds me of him. The time will come when we will definitely meet and be together forever. I love you very much, you are in my heart forever.
Daria is a veterinarian
Please accept my condolences
Evgeny
An indescribable pain and sense of loss. The pain comes on intermittently, distracted by something, then subsides, only to return again. Images of the departed dog appear in my head, causing incredible pain. My thoughts become jumbled, the ground shifts beneath my feet. Tears flow with every memory. This is roughly what I've been experiencing for two days now, and I still have to work and look normal.
Daria is a veterinarian
Please accept my condolences
Evgeny
Thank you!
Daria is a veterinarian
You're welcome...Hold on!
Oleg
On October 24th, at 10 pm, my Pekingese dog, Jonya, suddenly died within half an hour. She was foaming at the mouth and was in agony. I didn't immediately understand, I thought she was choking, but when she was gone half an hour later, I realized she had eaten something and it was poison. If she had at least had a day, I would have taken her to the clinic in 10 minutes, but in our city there are no 24-hour clinics, only in the neighboring one, but they were busy with another dog's operation. I wouldn't have had time to walk her on a leash. I don't know what or how this happened. She's been with us for 8 years. Words cannot describe the tears that flow like a river, even though I'm a grown man. How can I continue without her?
Daria is a veterinarian
My condolences to you. The loss of a pet is always painful and difficult for a normal person with a soul. And neither gender, nor age, nor nationality matters.
Denis
Nyusha, we love you very much and finally you don’t feel hungry on the rainbow bridge, we love you very much and miss you!!!!!!!!
Sonya
Today my dog died. Her name was Regina, she was 10-11 years old. Even though she was a little dangerous, because she could bite, I still loved her very, very much and still love her. Rest in peace, my beloved Regina, I hope you are well in heaven and that you are freed from the torment of illness in the last days of your long, happy life, filled with bright memories.
Emilia
Today my Tami died, he was very sick, we went to the ocean and he started running and we were all happy, but... he started whining and asking to get into the car and there he died, it was very painful for me. 13 years old
Dasha is a veterinarian
My condolences…
Elena
Yesterday we buried my little girl, Masya, a pinscher. It was an accident, a car hit her. It simply crushed her. Forgive me, my darling, for not looking after you. How can I survive this pain? She was only five years old. She suffered from epilepsy, but we steadfastly endured all the seizures. My little protector, you are always in my heart.
Gosha
Bim. My wonderful friend, how I miss you. Forgive me, my friend, for not being able to help you. Your death has made it pointless to go to the dacha. Every time I see your kennel and your chain and collar, I will think of you and miss you. But I am sure that after my death we will meet and never be apart again. Sleep, my Bima. I will always remember you, my dear.
Dinara
5 years ago hunters killed my dog, I saw how they killed my dog, I remember now and cry very hard and to this day I have decided not to have a pet again
Dog lover
I'm 13, how hard is this? Today I found my dog who ran away the day before after being hit by a car.
Natalia
My Bonya died; she couldn't get a divorce. God, it's so hard. Knowing that no one is there to greet you at home. My son is very upset because it was his dog that was given to him. She lived with us for 5 years.
BosYamoypes
My bare feet, how I miss you (
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