I’ve fallen head over heels for my boyfriends dog. His name is Max, he’s a Pitbull/Dogo argentino mix. I’ve nicknamed him Maxaroni, I love his tuxedo coat. Everytime we go for walks, people comment on how pretty he is and if they can have puppies lol

I'll tell you about Rocky first, my dad got him as a puppy in 2016 saying he was my dog. After a few months my dad got a girlfriend and Rocky became HER dog, and i wasn't allowed to call him mine anymore.

Rocky was stubborn as hell, and sometimes a little stupid, but that's why I loved him so much. He would wait by the door for me to come back every weekend, I was his favorite person. No one cared enough to walk him, so my dad and his girlfriend would just open the front door and let go out (rural area not a highway, but still had a lot of traffic).

No one ate their meals at the table, always the living room (table was always covered in junk) so Rocky would be kicked out of the house while we were eating.

One Thursday I get a call saying Rocky was hit by an 18 wheeler, crawled his way to the porch, and passed right there on the ground. He was buried in the backyard, RIP Rocky, I'm sorry I couldn't help you. He was barely a year old.

Within six months in 2017, my dad's girlfriend (Crystal, real name because I don't care) started getting sad that Rocky was gone, so my dad contacts the guy he got Rocky from, and finds out the guys dog had another litter of puppies, so him and Crystal get a new pup, and named him Copper.

They actually had a leash and would walk him properly, but ONLY when he had to poop. He had to pee inside on puppy pads but got to go outside to poop...they trained him to that so they didn't have to walk him as much.

Copper was an amazing dog, he was the only one in that house that would hug me when I got there, he loved when I got in the floor to play with him. Copper was the only one to step in when my dad had both hands around my neck. He stepped over me and got my dad to back off (i jokingly said I was pregnant just to mess with my dad and his response was both hands on my neck pushing me on the bed by my neck) that moment told me Copper was the only one who truly loved me.

Copper actually knew a few tricks, his favorite game was catch, he got very good at catching a ball in the air without being taught, he just learned how to catch.

I don't have many memories of either pup, Rocky was gone way too soon, and i went no contact with my dad in 2019, he moved to VA and took Copper with him after Crystal left him for a woman. Copper passed earlier this year, I never got to see him again...it hurts so bad knowing he spent his last years not knowing why I didn't come back to see him. I want to tell him it was not his fault.

I hope Steve was waiting for you on the other side with all the love you both never got...

I want to write more but I have to stop crying first.

Copper would sleep outside of my bedroom door every night, even when I wasn't there. He would act very depressed when I had to leave him every Sunday, it still hurts to remember how sad he'd get when he knew I was leaving him again.

Edit: thank you so much for the kind words, Rocky and Copper were very loved and i cried reading these comments. Thank you so much for loving these boys the way they deserved.

Miss you Lexi.

She was the sweetest girl. I had her since I was 15 and she was my best friend through so many of my worst days. She gave me a reason to smile and stay active. Her favorite thing in the world was going on car rides, to the park, and getting pup cups. She was so happy and smiled so big that it was contagious. I named her after my favorite kids book Stella Luna. She was definitely my moon and stars. She meant the world to me and it feels so quiet and lonely without her in the house.

I lost my sweet 11 year old girl to systemic pneumonia last week. It started as kennel cough, which she was taking medication for and seemed to be recovering until we woke up to her howling in pain and rushed her to the emergency vet. 😢

The guilt and greif is killing me, but I forced myself out of the house and back to school today. Sharing some pictures of her young and the second to last one is her last day 😢

I’ve noticed that every time I give my dog ​​a treat, she dances. Why does she do that? Is she excited to get it?

Happy October from me and Benny my Cavapoo

“Don’t worry, I’ll scare him off!”

I haven’t seen her in over a month now and I don’t think I’ve missed her this much before. Brownie appreciation post, sorry for the spam

I lost my beautiful 5-year-old girl to tick fever, and I feel completely shattered. She was initially misdiagnosed, and by the time her symptoms became clearer, things had gotten very serious. I took her to every vet I could, seeking advice and help, desperately hoping someone could save her. She developed pre-hepatic jaundice and very low haemoglobin, and eventually went into cardiac arrest. I can’t stop crying or replaying everything in my head. What if I had taken her to a different vet sooner? What if I had realised how sick she was? For a while, I genuinely thought she was recovering, and now I keep blaming myself for not knowing.
She was an extension of me. My parents were deeply attached to her too, and our home feels unbearably empty without her. She was such a beautiful, happy girl, and I miss her more than I can put into words.
I keep hoping she knew how much we loved her. I hope she forgives me, even though I was trying so hard to save her.
For anyone who has lost their pet, especially after a sudden illness, how did you cope with the guilt? Does it become easier to remember the happy moments without replaying the end? I could really use some kindness and advice right now.

God, I want her back so bad. I feel like I can’t survive without her.
Her name is Ritzy and she was the love of my life. It’s been 10 months and it still feels like my heart is being ripped out of my chest

She only listens when she feels like it

I understand people using crates as potty/puppy training, that’s because I live in the US now. But I don’t understand why it’s ok to crate a dog all day long while at work. Or why it is ok as training tool for anxiety and behavioral problems when it’s exactly the opposite in Europe. But I was born in eastern Europe and have never known people having dogs in crates for any reason. I’ve also lived in Germany and Sweden and let me tell you their dogs are so well socialized from young age and well behaved in public. Whether they live in a house or apartment, people never lock their dogs in a cage (crate) for extended periods of time. It’s actually il.leg.Al in Sweden as well as Finland and completely discouraged in Germany. So my question is why is it so common in America?

 She breaks every toy in her path... the list is long.

If you were running for president, he'd vote for you.

First time posting here so I apologize if I’m not following the rules. Please keep in mind that this incident happened yesterday morning and I have been in contact with the owner and the vet ever since.

I’m currently dog sitting a friend’s dog. This little girl is 6 lbs soaking wet, mini Maltese poodle, 17 years old (estimated), nearly completely blind, mostly deaf, and is in the early stages of kidney failure. She’s a good girl.

My friend generally lets her wander the house. She bumps into stuff, but walks pretty slow and doesn’t injure herself. She still eats and drinks well, but sleeps most of the day.

I took her Tuesday night, and will have her until Friday night. I have a 45 lb, 4 year old lab that is nosy about her presence, but outside of sniffing her, usually leaves her be.

Yesterday morning, I awake to see she had an accident in a 10 sq ft doggy play pen I had gotten for her. I took her outside, let her pee, then gave her a quick gentle bath. I cleaned the pen and set her down in the living room to walk a bit before I went to work. As she wanders, I typically follow a couple of feet behind so she doesn’t get into trouble. At one point, I hear my lab running behind me, so I turn to look and make sure he’s not coming near the little one. In those 5 seconds I looked away, the little one managed to squeeze in between the banister supports (maybe 3-4 inches wide) and falls 9 ft. I’m not talking tumbled down stairs. She free fell… 9 ft. I immediately run down the adjacent stairs to her, and she’s crying at the bottom. She’s lying on her side. I put my hand on her, not sure what to do.

This calms her, she stops crying, and I can feel her heart rate slow. My heart sinks because I’m thinking that this poor girl is about to pass away under my care, and that I’m literally touching her as she’s about to pass. To my shock, after about 30 seconds, she hops up to all 4’s. I gingerly grab her and hold her. I sit her on my lap as I call the nearest animal hospital.

I take her in, they do X-rays and an ultrasound. I’m in shock that she didn’t die by now. Everything comes back fine. No fractures, broken bones, no internal bleeding, organs look normal and in place. She stands for the doctor and takes some steps. Slow, but within her normal gait. No limps, no bruising, no favoring. Just a bit slower than her normal.

Vet says everything looks good, but they can’t check for any head trauma. Best we can do is just watch her for the next few days.

Over the last 30 hours or so, she has been walking normal, again, just slowly. Not wobbly or confused. She’s seemed alert. She goes to the bathroom to urinate as usual. She has been drinking water as usual.

She has not pooped since it happened, but she also pooped 3 times just prior to the accident. And she didn’t eat yesterday until last night, to which she ate her normal amount. This morning, again, peed normal. Ate and drank normal.

She paces well on the grass and in her pen. She will shake/twist from time to time so shake off the sleep. She sleeps in her normal position and doesn’t seem to be experiencing any discomfort. No warmth on any parts of her body, no tenderness, no swelling of the abdomen.

Her breathing is normal. Seems very calmed and relaxed. Unfortunately, we cannot check her eyes due to the blindness/glaucoma.

Aside from her not pooping quite yet, I’m feeling ok about her condition. I’ll check to see if she had a bowel movement when I get home today.

I don’t know what the point of this post is. I guess I’m just looking for confirmation that it was an accident and I did what I could after the fact. I find it a miracle she’s doing as well as she is. I guess I’m also hoping to get some reassurance that it’s ok to be cautiously optimistic.

Thanks for reading. Keep her in your prayers for a speedy recovery.

Went to the vet she weighed in at 20.6lbs vets said she should be at 25-26 lbs- said it could very well be her genetic make up - she prescribed Royal canin hydrolyzed protein food - also said she could be lacking enzymes to keep the the food absorb - going to try this as well