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Any one care to name your past pets and maby share the story if they had a unnatural deth? I've had 1 rabbit,1 goldfish,2 hamsteres,2 chikenes,4 rats,4 dogs and 6 cats. My oldest cat killed one of my hamsteres. My parents got me and my sister 2 chikens for easter one year and wen they got older they turned into mean little peckers so wee made some chiken and dumplings. Two of my cats had a heart deficieny which made liquid pool around there lungs.

This post has been edited by bluefox: 01 October 2012 - 12:53 PM

Congratulations everyone, we have the start of the most depressing topic ever right here!
Also I have so many depressing pet death stories it goes beyond sad.

A betta fish named shotgun.

five beta fish, two hermit crabs, one hamster, one dog, one cat

my dad was the one who killed the cat. ran over it. i was three.

Leaving_a_Comment, on 30 September 2012 - 04:27 PM, said:

Your welcome . Some times it's nice too talk about it. I had a orange tabby cat that whould just come up and lay on you no matter who you wher or what you where doing. Then to my surprise to find out he had CAT AIDS that was sad.

Oreo

Little, not quite fully mature, domestic shorthair alley cat, black with small tufts of white.

Only a few months after starting to let him go out on his own, he came up to my room one afternoon, extremely weird for any of my pets to do, and snuggled with me for awhile then he left my room.

Found him passed on in the basement later that day. I knew something was up when he came to my room.

This post has been edited by DLancer: 01 October 2012 - 06:03 PM

Well, I had a dog, about five years ago. My parents told me that we were going to move to an apartment soon and we couldn't bring him along. According to them, they gave the dog to "a friend of my uncle that lives in a farm". Sounds suspicious

Had a cat, Fluff, she reached 22 and her kidneys began to give out, had to put her down. Went to cinema to cheer myself up.

This thread is just fantastic

Lets see 2 cats, 3 mice, 1 hamsters, and about 25 fish. The fish I killed when I was little. The other pets died naturally

squeee, on 01 October 2012 - 04:45 PM, said:

Sounds suspicious indeed

Anialator, on 01 October 2012 - 10:30 PM, said:

My oldest cat made it to 17 and she went blind and dfeh and past next to the fire place in the nite.

I'm always surprised to hear about cats dying by being put to sleep or just general senescence. It seems like cats and kittens normally die from violence.

Most recent dead pet: F.T. McJiggles the fish, lasted longer than anybody should expect a carnival fish to live.

Owned the longest before death: We had a cat that I can't even remember the original name of, we just called her mama cat because of the number of kittens she had. Dies in a fire about six years ago when the wiring on the dryer malfunctioned and burned down the house, her body was never found but since everything was locked nobody thinks she could have lived. The same fire took a Rottweiler we had had for four or five years, who died from smoke inhalation and is buried next to the place where he died.

I've always had fish and I remember when I was around 6 or 7 my parents took me to get new fish and one of them died right in the bag. The rest died a couple days later.

I've gone through a number of dogs: one suffered a heart attack, he lived to be around 15, pretty long for a fat chihuahua. I lost a border collie to a brown snake bite. I had a miniture chihuahua put down around age 12 because he slipped a disc and became paralysed from the waist down, I was told by the vet if he lived longer he would've died in a few months from a heart murmur.

Pets that have died? Well there was my dog Duke, a spaniel-chow mix who lived for two weeks before he got hit by a car. Then there's Amie, who suffered the same fate. Last but not least, my old cat Batcat (there's a story behind the name that I won't waste my time telling here) who lived for 9 years before his kidneys failed and he had to be put to sleep. This happened while I was at school taking a Spanish test. My mom had come home early and found our kitten Buddy panicking; poor kitten grabbed the leg of her pants and kept pulling backwards until she saw Batcat having a seizure. When she grabbed him his collar broke off, and she rushed him to the vet. An hour later I came home and found his broken collar on the floor... The memory is still vivid this very day.

stormthehouse, on 02 October 2012 - 05:10 AM, said:

That is probably the worst thing that can happen to your pets. Im soory for your loss of pets and your home. Also that is one thing I fear about my pets.

Carcharocles, on 02 October 2012 - 04:40 PM, said:

My family just got back from vacation one year and I was still young like 8 or so and I went out side to look under the house for the cats. There was a big box under the house where the cats whould sleep and I pulled it out and my big tom cat named sevester was laying in the box dead. I stared for a minute at him pushet the box back under the house went in side to my parents and said sevester is dead. He got hit by a car. I feel your pain.

Many, many cats, several dogs, more fish than I care to remember but hey that's the nature of fish, at least 5 bunnies, and a scorpion named George. His story is the least depressing since it was just from old age and all the fish just died cause they were goldfish, though one time we got beta fish and, not realizing they fight if you put them in the same tank, killed each other. But the bunnies were always the really terrible deaths, like Mrs. Fluffy who died of fright or Growlithe and Arcanine who died when we figured out the hard way that you can't give bunnies baths.

The puppies and the kitties always had the worse deaths though, like once when we were little me and my brother accidentally squashed a puppy with a canoe, and 2 Christmases ago our dog Wally, who was 12 years old at the time, was caught in a fire and died. The worst thing about it was that 1. He probably could have escaped if he had woken up in time since it was just in this little ole shed outside and 2. I was still awake when it happened so if I had looked outside I could have saved him.

The worst of my dead kitten stories would have to be the time something got a hold of one of my kittens and ripped its stomach open but didn't kill it so my dad drowned it to put it out of its misery, the cat that ran out in front of the lawn mower, Nix who the aformentioned Wally got a hold of and broke her poor neck, and Oreo the little kitten I accidentally smothered in my sleep.

But I think that's all of the really bad stories.

I had a dog, my first pet ever.

He was a snow white Maltese and lived with us for 12 years. As time went by, we noticed that he was coughing a lot for apparently no reason, so we took him to the vet. The vet told us that my dog had developed a chrono-degenerative heart condition which caused his heart to grow bigger with time, and eventually it would crush his trachea and he would die of suffocation.

My dog survived for another year or so before complications arrived and he passed away.

Even now I still half-expect to see him come rushing to the front door every time I arrive home.

I had a cat named Skippy when I was born. We were like best friends, I would pet him, feed him leftover meat, and he would always hop into my crib and sleep on my legs and I would hug him like a stuffed animal. At around 4 years old, I woke up and he was nowhere to be found. I remember crying for hours.

I killed four fish when i was 5 because i put my hand in the tank trying to pet them. And 3 by taking them out, and leaving them on the floor

Not entirely surprised by that.

bluefox, on 30 September 2012 - 02:37 PM, said:

rip in peaces the hamsteres and chikenes

Susan, on 03 October 2012 - 01:27 AM, said:

R I P to all pets of the memberes. Fish just seem to die if you look at them the wrong way. I lost all 4 of my rats to sists .

omg fuck sisists i lost a doge to thjat too

rip in peaces

The only pet under my responsibility that died was a beta fish. After paying for all the expenses that go into buying a fish (tank, filter, decorations, heater), I ended up frying it. I only had it for two months, then, one day, that shit (and over-expensive) heater broke; it wouldn't stop heating up. I found the fish scorched pail, floating on it's side in a less than half filled tank. After that I didn't bother with any more fish, I'm happy with my cat.

When I was in kindergarten I used to go to a friends house for day-care after school. They had a cat that became pregnant, and I was allowed to have one of the kittens. I chose the absolute cutest one, a little tabby with HUGE hazel eyes and a little bib and named her Angel. I had her for many many years, until I was 12-13 years old. She had run away when I was at summer camp (which is a total cliche). My parents didn't have the heart to tell me until I got home (7 hour car-ride. Yaaay) I was absolutely devastated

I also had a dog named Jake who had a cancerous tumour. The vet removed it, and everything was supposed to be hunky-dory (we caught it pretty early), but of course, it wasn't. I have some sweet/sad pictures of him with his leg bandaged up and wearing my dad's oversized sweater (to protect from his scratching). We let the cancer run it's course until it hurt him, and then put him down

This post has been edited by BrusselSprouts: 13 October 2012 - 02:49 PM

My first dog was a poodle named lucy who got heart worms and a nother was a mutt named pj who alsow had heart worms. One was a rottweiler that got out one nite and was hit by a car. Found him in the dich around the corner the next day. The last was a doberman pinscher that my mom was very attached to he strted to get arthritis in his back legs and lost the ability to walk so we put him down. I still have four sad cat storys if any one cares.

Two dogs I had. Both Rotweiler Akida mixes. The youngest one Apollo died of cancer in his left shoulder back in 2006. His mother Rena, died in 2010 of bone cancer. I was saddened by Rena's death, but not as much as Apollo. But when my Bubba kitty dies, I will be devestated. I love my cat.

I've lost a dog and a cat.

The dog died when I was very young from choking on a toy.

Cat died a few years ago. She was... put down.

Two dogs, one cat, two hamsters and a guinea pig. Our cocker spaniel, Cindy, had to be put down because she was at that ripe old age where she was deaf, blind in one eye, and could no longer walk right or on lenolium. Rosie, our 6 year-old beagle, apparently had a hereditary illness that made her body start killing her red blood cells, so she had to be put down. I had 2 hamsters who each died of old age, my sister had 2 as well. Our cat Mavis had to be put down at age 17. I had a guinea pig named Buck who died of strangulation at age 2 (the irony is that he just recovered from a broken leg) and my sister had a rabbit who died of old age (or at least I think that's how Henry died).

Well, that's my list of dead. Lots of tears and misery were had by all.

ChewySmokey, on 13 October 2012 - 09:29 AM, said:

You mean suffocation... right?

Meowth, on 13 October 2012 - 09:35 AM, said:

All I remember is that he was dead inside his nesting ball, his head sticking out the end with his eyes bulging more than usual. I mentioned this to my Mom today and she figures he just died like that, as he wasn't stuck in it when she pulled him out. I assumed he gotten too chunky from lack of movement because of the cast he had to wear around his mid-section and got stuck... Either way, it was still a little disturbing.

Sorry, I assumed the worst when I saw him all those years ago, I should have looked into it a little more before posting

My turtle ran away.

Seriously.

Jerk honey I'm sure that's what you remember your parents saying, but do you also remember how that night you guys had that green soup? Yeah......

Except that he seriously did run away. I brought him outside to play and he disappeared after I took my attention off him. I didn't think he could scale those sandbox walls but I'll be damned if he didn't.

Thats what happened with my first hampster I put it on the couch wen I was little and looket away for a minute and was like whered he go and that was the last time I saw him.

Mikanada, on 03 October 2011 - 03:14 AM, said:

I had a guinea pig named Guinea who got sick and died after I got swine flu. I had no idea it would effect him, but it really sucked.

Please share Your Dead Pets

whf, on 24 October 2012 - 10:10 PM, said:

The first cat I had was a calico I found whith my grandparents at a corner store. She had a few litter's and then she disappeared. Rite before she disappeared the neighbors divorced and the husband sent him self down a path of self destruction. Some time paset and he got arrested and that was the last we heard or saw him. We went down to the house with his x wife to help clean the house and yard up. Wen the time came to clean the above ground pool we found about 3 or 4 dead cats floting around in the pool. We believe this was her fate .

KiraDood5, on 02 October 2012 - 10:22 PM, said:

The same thing happened to me and my dog, Sparky

This post has been edited by Sliviathewolf: 27 October 2012 - 05:28 AM

I had a pomeranian, her name was Yasmine, I literally grew up with that dog, I was a baby when we got her as a puppy, but the begining of this year, we had to put her down, her eyesight was going and she lost so much fur, she could only take a few steps before she had to lay back down, it was so sad when I cam back home and she just... wasn't there...

We had a dog named Olsen, and we pretty much gave him away when my mom decided it was too stressful to have him around. I never saw him die, but going by how long it's been (Roughly 7 or so years.) I'm assuming he's dead. Our cat, Frida, ran away from home one day, and we've only caught glimpses of her in the neighborhood. Again, not sure if she's dead, but I figured I should list her anyway.

The only one that I know for sure is dead, is our second dog, Villi. He was epilectic, apparently, and had to be put down. I still have his collar on display in my room.

I gave a cat to a frind of mine who ended up giving it to a friend of hers because it liket her more. The cat ended up back whith me because the one friend ended up becoming my girlfriend and moved in whith me. One morning she noticed that he was acting strange and he was gasping for breth so we took him to the vet. Wen we saw the vet she listen to his heart and said that he sounds pretty horrible and whanted to do a Xray. They sedated him before the xray and found that ther was fluid bulding up in his lungs and they wernt sure if it was fungus or bacteria. So we were going to start giving him medication for him and they were going to send him home whith us. After a few minutes of wating one of the vets came in and said there was some bad news. wen they woke him up they said his heart just stopt. They tried to resuscitate him but there was nothing they could do. They ofered to do a autopsy to see why it happend and they said it was cardiomyopathy. There are a few types of cardiomyopathy which has to do whith how the heart works. Thromboembolism occurs as a consequence of the stasis of blood within distended cardiac chambers. The cardiac atria enlarge as heart disease progresses and the resistance to ventriculate filling increases. Blood pools within the enlarged atria and clots form. The clots then fragment and obstruct the arterial circulation.

I've had 3 dogs, 6 cats, a few hermit crabs, 4 rats, a hamster, and a chicken die.

My chocolate lab, Copper, was a 2-year old pound rescue that I had when I was 2. She was the most loyal, protective dog I've ever had. She died of natural causes at age 14.

Ace was some kind of rat terrier mutt that we found hiding out in our shed without a collar and no signs of being previously owned. We took him in, gave him a much-needed bath and a proper dinner. It only took him a couple of days to start acting like he was the best thing to grace our pathetic existences. A few years after that, the neighborhood psychopath drove by and shot damn near every dog he could find that wasn't his own. He ended up killing the neighbor's basset hound and seriously wounding our Ace. He recovered for a while and seemed to be doing well, but then he began to get weaker. We took him in to the vet and they said that his body was destroying his red blood cells faster than he could produce them, even a blood transfusion wasn't enough to sustain him, so we had to put him down.

After Ace, we got a black miniature schnauzer named Maggie. She was a rather spoiled, controlling dog (typical schnauzer). We had her for about 5 years before she developed the same anemic disease that killed Ace. When we took her in to be put down, I stayed with her and held her as the vet administered the injection. It really hit me hard after feeling her life slip away in my arms. I could never forget it.

Of the cats, the most notable death would have to be my very first cat, Misty. She was black, very friendly, and loved to eat. All of our cats were outdoors because my dad is allergic. Every year, we had to lock her away in a room on Halloween due to the superstitious mor(m)ons in our community. One morning, a neighbor let his two rottweilers roam around town unsupervised and they came by our place and literally tore Misty apart.

All of my rats lived somewhat brief lives and I loved every single one of them. Ralph was my very first rat that I had when I was about 7 or 8 years old. He developed a malignant tumor in his neck and had to be put down. My next rat was an albino by the name of Tom. I got him in early 2010 and he only lived for about a month. I think he may have been sick since he was born because he never did seem too peppy like rats normally are. Shortly after Tom, I got another pair of rats. One was black-hooded (Harry) and the other blond (Draco). Despite being of the same litter, they started to fight after about a year, so I had to separate them. I had to leave them under my parents' care while I was gone to South Korea for my job and Draco ended up getting weaker to the point that he could hardly move, so he had to be put down. He lived for 2 years. Harry lived about 6 months longer before he became crippled and went blind. Once he started to waste away, I put him out of his misery.

My chicken was quite special to me. Her name was Hawkeye and she was a brown araucana that would lay almost a dark olive colored egg, like a cross between green and brown. She was so friendly and used to human contact that she wouldn't fuss when picked up (she actually enjoyed it). After about 5 years, she went blind in one eye, but she could still get around just fine. A year later, the other eye went blind. She would come to the sound of my voice whenever I would call to her, hoping for some extra food. She ultimately died of old age. Of all the chickens my family has had over the years, Hawkeye was my favorite.

Off-topic: it's been just over 8 months since I last made a post!