• neomachino@lemmy.world
    11·
    2 hours ago

    My son is 3 and goes over to the pear trees where we buried 2 pets in the past 2 years.

    Our cat Bruce and our bearded dragon CJ.

    He still feels a need to take care of them. He was “in charge” of feeding the lizards so every one in a while he grabs lettuce from the fridge and tries to take it outside for her. While he’s over there he says stuff like “pspsps Bruce wanna play with me” and it fucking obliterates me every time.

    Bruce was his best friend, he would do his bed time routine with us everynight and loved my son so much. I’m suprised he even remembers him since he was so young but their immediate bond was really special.

  • FlashMobOfOne@lemmy.world
    4·
    2 hours ago

    I’m getting stuffed animal versions made of my pets before they pass so I have something to snuggle when I reminisce about them one day.

  • vladmech@lemmy.world
    16·
    8 hours ago

    I’m 42 and have my first pet since I graduated high school and moved out, leaving our family dog with my parents, and I’m already dreading this. I love her so much and it’s weird knowing this is just something I/we all sign up for.

  • seathru@lemmy.sdf.orgEnglish
    97·
    13 hours ago

    It’s killing me I’ll be moved out of this house in a couple weeks and have to leave my friends Klaatu and Chauncy in the ground here.

    I’m overprotective of my cats even in passing. A couple years ago a local utility company was moving their lines and someone was showing me where they would be trenching through my yard.

    “I’ve got a cat buried right here”

    He chuckled like I was making a joke.

    “No, I’m serious. If that gets desecrated; It will be a bad day for everyone involved.”

    They steered clear. (Sorry, I’m just sad rambling now).

    • LeadersAtWork@lemmy.worldB
      301·
      10 hours ago

      You know…years later and hundreds of miles, I swear I sometimes still hear a meow and catch the flicker of a tail out of the corner of my eye. Maybe in some small way, those of us who truly and deeply loved our pets, who made them family, never truly go forth alone.

      Edit: Also, apparently I was flagged as a bot at one point. Which sorta diminishes this comment, but there you go. beep boop

      • SorteKanin@feddit.dk
        7·
        4 hours ago

        apparently I was flagged as a bot at one point

        You don’t get “flagged” as a bot, it is a user setting in your preferences. You should fix it so that you are not marked as a bot.

      • Dharma Curious (he/him)@slrpnk.net
        20·
        10 hours ago

        I lost my cat of 16 years at the end of last year. I’d had him longer than I hadn’t. He was the coolest dude, a highland lynx. A major goofball with zero balance, and all the chill. I still routinely see him lounging somewhere out of the corner of my eye, only to realize it’s a random bag or something. Breaks my heart every time. Same with all the pets I’ve lost over the years. They’re special in a way that non animal people will never be able to understand