pet death

The airline unveiled new restrictions in its pet transportation policy.
Dear Max, You were a really awesome buddy. It is with my heavy heart that I wish you better days, big fields and flowers. I hope you are in a better place.
I believe the best thing you can do for your children is to be open and honest about your understanding of death. Tell them what you believe and know for certain, but also let them know what you are not sure about.
Jill Layton-Hartman, a contributor to website the Dodo, recently penned an incredibly touching letter about her grandmother’s
Thorin made accommodations for his friend's fragility. The forts he built for the two of them now had a cushy bed for Walt. He understood Walt could no longer jump up on his bed, needing to sleep on the floor instead.
Today, I said goodbye to my Big Girl Lexi, my Bernese Mountain Dog. She was only 7, turning 8 in May, but by her breed standards she was well into her golden years.
When I came home, you ran to greet me. You sat behind my head when I was on the couch, and pressed your warm stomach against my neck. Often you licked my face with your sandpapery tongue like you were trying to scrape away stress.
When it came to being able to conjure a compromise, Tatou was an Ambassador himself.
It'll be just Pedro and me who go to the hospital, and I'll let his meatball head rest in my hand as the two of us share that private moment, probably crying and drooling, and definitely feeling exhausted. On that day, Pedro hopefully will be left with some relief, and I'll be left.
Kids are insightful, and if led with love, are fully equipped to handle the life and death cycle. This experience was bigger than our family.
Saying goodbye to a four-legged friend is something we all dread, and yet from the moment we look into their eyes and promise them, "You're mine," we know that the time will one day come.
Three years can be a very long time and a very short time. It seems like only yesterday that Daddy was with me. It seems like a hundred years that he's been gone. And yet, he is here with me, every day.
This afternoon, my dog will leave this world in my arms without pain, with my lipstick kiss on her mature Maltese mane. Tonight, when it is late and dark and time to sleep, I will feel her presence beside me.
It took a village to try and save The Fuzz. The village tried. But the village failed. Talking about failure, no matter how unpopular, is necessary if we're going to tell the whole story of animal welfare.
Holidays and birthdays ramp up our happiness expectations to often unattainably high levels: to happiness with an uppercase "H" befitting the greeting card stanzas. When the tinsel and streamers come down, it's only understandable that our happiness meters need resetting. Our return to routine is a chance to recommit to everyday happiness and grab it in its lowercase forms.
From Live Better America
It is clear that, come the time, I will do the right thing by my Scout. My baby. I will not let her suffer. We are told that we love our animals so much, we know when that moment is upon us. And we do the right thing. But how?
The vet left me alone in the room with Annie and I asked her, "Are you ready to go?" She kissed me as I spoke. She was tired. She lay in my arms, kissing my face so gently.
Some people who write about their pets really write about their pets -- and they do it in a way that speaks to the hearts of other humans who have also had significant interspecies relationships.