#petloss
Gimley
Insisting every second
My mum gave in
Loneliness evapourated
Every spare second I had
You sat by my side
Gently I brushed the fur out of his eyes
Imminently my parents made the decisions
Mum spent so much
Love being the value of every penny
Every penny was worth it
Yet they weren't enough
Getting the call was unexpected
Instantly I dropped to the floor
My chest heaving
Loneliness flooded back in
Empty house
You didn't say goodbye to me
Grief engulfs the house
It's been months
My heart still aches
Loving a new you won't be the same
Every day I remind myself you were sick
You weren't supposed to leave yet
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 6:23 PM UTC
he’s everything
to me, and
i can’t believe
his time
is coming
to an end.
the light is
getting closer,
but i’m not
ready to say
goodbye
yet.
we’ve had
a good run,
but i’m
not ready
for it
to be over.
i’m not ready
to let it…
go.
he’s everything
to me —
a love
so perfect,
a man’s
best friend,
and i can’t
believe
eleven years
have already
flown by.
i know his
time on earth
is limited,
and i’m afraid
of the day
when i have
to say
goodbye.
please, god —
please hold
the light,
because i’m
not ready
to say
goodbye
yet.
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 6:47 PM UTC
I used to think words “their presence will be with you” was a way to soothe people experiencing loss. I now have the misfortune to realize it’s true. Maybe in time it will be comforting, but right now in the middle of heartbreak it’s devastating.
I showered today and when I opened the door I was waiting for that vocal, former fat cat, to push his way inside to lick the water from the shower. Three bowls of perfectly good water and the shower was the preferred selection. When I opened that door I felt him there, where he always waited, but quickly realized what I was feeling was not him, but the expectation he would be there.
Later on in the kitchen doing the dishes. I check behind me to make sure he’s not at my feet, waiting to end my life by tripping me. Or guilting me because I stepped on his tail. Yet I still tripped even though he wasn’t there.
Items on the floor the same size as him I immediately think is him, always being in the same room as me, always watching over me. I see him out of the corner of my eye everywhere, still not accepting he won’t be there again.
It’s not just one heartbreak, but many. That must be the presence they speak of, but it hurts more than expected.
Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 8:05 AM UTC
To love an animal
Is to grieve them.
For their entire lives,
They know only you.
Their life is a big as their home.
And you are their home.
To love an animal.
Is to hold them,
into their last Goodnight.
And grieve the light
You watched leave their eyes.
To lose an animal
Is to realize how profound life is.
It is heartbreaking just a it is bittersweet.
For I know,
Ollie always had something to eat,
And someone to snuggle with.
He always had love in a safe space.
And now he's not in pain,
Free from life's restraints.
Aug 4, 2025
Aug 4, 2025 at 9:44 PM UTC
you’ve been there
for me,
when i needed
you the most.
and i know
not all stories
have happy endings—
but i’m not
quite ready
to say goodbye.
your love is
more pure
than any human
could imagine.
so when i looked
into your little eyes,
i promised
to give you
the best years
of your golden life.
we’ve been through
so much,
and truth is,
i still need
you in mine.
so i’ll hold
your paws
close to my heart—
because letting go
is the hardest part.
i’m not ready
to say goodbye.
so please,
stay with me
tonight.
May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 2:06 AM UTC
The night we met
That night when it was raining
That sorrowful and pitiful night
I can’t ever forget your face
There was fear in your eyes
I can’t ever forget your tearful eyes
The eyes I saw that night
I can’t ever forget your cute little hissing you did when I tried to help you
I regret I didn’t feed you milk that night
I regret I didn’t play with you
I regret those eyes that were trying to tell me something I didn’t understand
I wish to understand that “something”
I wish I could have helped you that night
I wish to be with you more
I wish we had met sooner
I wish we could meet in the afterlife
I don’t want forgiveness
But I want to tell you that
There is a person
Who will remember you for his whole life
These are not words
These are feelings
I wish I could have told you that night.
May 11, 2025
May 11, 2025 at 2:28 PM UTC
(Friendly
Regal
Adventurous
Natured
Klepto
Irreplaceably,
Eternal.)
In my hands,
From the beginning,
To the end,
Through the thick,
And thin,
You will always be my best friend,
Till we meet again,
My little man,
My little guy.
Nonpareil
Strut
Tank
Excitable
Inquisitive
Noodle-butt
Jul 1, 2024
Jul 1, 2024 at 10:11 AM UTC
If these paws could write, I would tell you thank you. For my food bowl, for the water bowl, for the treat bowl I loved ever so.
If these paws could write, they would tell you how much I loved your warm clothes from the dryer. The way you held me in your lap while I slept. I would write about how much I loved being your baby.
If these paws could write, they would write about how you saved my life and gave me a second chance. I would write unending about how I could fit in the palm of your hand, and how you gifted me with sight that I would not otherwise have had.
If these paws could write, they would tell you how grateful I am that I got to see you and to be loved by you; how wonderful to have become part of such a large family, and to be surrounded by my own kind and people that loved me.
If these paws could write, I would write you a sonnet that Shakespeare could never dream of. I would tell you how happy I was to make biscuits in your lap, and how you put up with my sharp claws that dug into you with love because I felt safe.
If these paws could write, I would write to you about how happy I am now: to be free of pain, to be able to see without any problems, and to be with my sister, brothers and nephew again.
If these paws could write, I would tell you this: do not be sad because I am gone, but be thankful that I was here. Cry if you need to, but not for too long. I understand that goodbyes are hard, but you will see me again. Don't let your heart get so heavy, that you don't let another in.
And since these paws do not write, I will say that I love you, and my last word will be the first one I said to you:
Mama.
Jan 4, 2024
Jan 4, 2024 at 1:47 PM UTC
How does one lose a creature gracefully…?
Is it possible to just be okay with a quick goodbye under the hum of those awful fluorescent lights? Would it have been easier, kinder, softer, if the lights were lamps scattered about the space, yellow and murmuring? When does the gut-wrneching tightening stop? Will I ever let the sadness of it leave my chest?
Sitting in this complacent grief even months after it all is kind
I know that the grief will let me cry and I know that when I do, it doesn’t judge me for my “I wish things could go back to normal.” Because regardless of how familiar the New Ways become, it still isn’t the same. I am bookended by these two creatures that have and continue to adore the Earth I walk on. But the Old Ways stick with us for longer than we’d maybe like.
But in filling that little empty nook, the small nest where a dog named Nelson used to lie, I’ve forced myself to grow, to become changed.
My adult life started when I got Nelson, and it started again when I had to let him slip through my trembling fingers. And it continues on with this new creature named Franklin, who sits just to the left of that Nelson shaped divot.
Loving things that leave you utterly shattered is what makes us so mendable, forgetful, endlessly desperate for devotion…
The whole scene will replay in 10 years time, and I will be even more ruined then.
Jul 6, 2023
Jul 6, 2023 at 2:53 AM UTC
i still wait for my bed to dip beneath your weight —
70 days, 70 taunting moons still come and go
without a trace
the shape of your tiny body.
i know you are weightless now,
and the bed doesn’t dip — my heart does
until it resembles a blood-red, pink flesh quicksand;
i wish we had fallen here instead, within my reach;
you can reach for a rib, a branch, a lifeline,
i would’ve given you the whole cage —
warm enough to keep you home, each bone will bar the door
and keep death outside and eye to eye with me.
the first one to blink loses.
maybe he would’ve lost his patience
and taken my heart instead —
every dip, every beat, every pump that lasts,
no more now,
and all my angels will keep you safe,
and the bed will dip under your little pink paws,
and orange feet
as i watch from the other side:
you are all the living colors and the world is pale like a ghost.
Jul 11, 2022
Jul 11, 2022 at 1:40 AM UTC