Have you ever planted your animals?

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I had to witness my SO's cat being put to sleep recently. He was almost delerious with pain and it was a relief to all of us when he finally stopped crying. We buried him in a piece of his favourite blanket under his favourite sunny spot at a house he had lived in ten years previously (getting permission from the people who live there now was interesting).

The cat-coffin the hospital put him in was kind of morbid.

My first cat's cremated and is in a pine box in my living room. I had her euthanized when her yearlong condition with thyroid, kidney failure and anemia got much too bad. Now I realize I should have had her put down months before I finally decided to.

I was with my eight month or so old kitten while he died after being accidentally squished by one of my roommate's cars. I wrapped him up in a towel and took him to the local humane society after he died.

I had a pet cemetery at the house i grew up at. There were dogs, cats, birds, bunnies, etc.. buried back there.

and then I buried some other pets at the second house.. My ferrets.. and my old bird..

yep, plenty of times.

I have lost many pets. They become such a large part of our lives, it never becomes easy. We just have to accept that it is a fact of life. Probably the most difficult decision to make is that of having the Veterinarian put a pet to sleep. But I need to think about the pain he/she must be in.

Two years ago my waterfrog had a heart attack while I was changing his water. He was six years old. My mother, my sister, and I buried him out front of our house. By the way his name was Marc.

Watched two cats die of pneumonia and my wife and I cried and buried them under the lemon tree. There names were Paternoster and sphinx. Paternoster used to wait for me in the window and hug me when I got in. P was black male, S was salt and pepper female. P died quick. S took months, she was slammed in a car door. Later we had two brother, one died at 8 yrs by racoon, the other one made it 15, but one week while I was studying the 'Strength' card of the tarot, he had a bad seizure when 13 years, then the next week he fell off the fire escape. In both cases I had to do severe prayer.

Amos, an english bulldog, Max and Dotty, short-haired common tabby cats, euthanized at ripe old ages of infirmity. Good friends, all.

I had a dog when I was growing up that got pregnant without us realizing (she was a round fluffy dog, but also we/I didn't pay enough attention to her). We were surprised when she gave birth to a litter of puppies. It was outside under the porch and she was growling at us, so we had to just let her be with her puppies. In the morning, she was willing to move out of the spot she was in. We found 2 or 3 dead puppies there (I don't know how they died). I buried them with a friend. 2 puppies survived and it was fun raising them until we gave them away to "Buddy Dog" a local Humane society.

My beautiful Bell (siamese) had to be put to sleep. I held her while she passed and cried for days. Cleo (calico) was poisoned and I also held her when she left me. My ex-husband fell of the coutch and landed on our siamese (Jade) snd squished him, crushing his ribs. It was aweful and bloody, a horrible expirence.

good survey Jasmine. my vote is yes, and every time it happens i promise myself i will not have another pet. the emotional stress is devastating. however i have two 8 year old chihuahuas, they are brothers. even the thought of their death, natural or otherwise, makes me very sad. guess i'm very selfish. but that's my zen for you.

I hope to go to a cat faire in two weekends and maybe get a lead on finding a kitten or two.
my: nice to hear from you again. I'm working for an esoteric integral psychologist and taking an acting class (doing a scene from tennessee ford's 'eccentricities of a nightingale' in which a lunatic falls in love with her doctor).

cats were never meant to be domesticated. michael's law

Yeah, they can't get me to do what they want very often. Oh, wait, I'm probably not a cat.

So here's the deelio: I've never been able to have any pets besides fish, so you might imagine how much more they meant to me than the conventional way of thinking... Well, anyway, when I was about eight we had a tankful of fish, constanly respupplied with cheap guppies and the like. My sister and I would name them and fight over whose was whos and feed them and talk to them, etc.... They were special little friends, but nothing more until one day, who knows why, my dad took me to the pet store. I looked through all the tanks, ooohing and ahhhing until I saw my Viscious gracefully flowing across the room from me, all alone. It was the most majestic fish I had ever scene, and I knew I had to have it. So I begged my dad, and though it was a more expensive exotic fish, he got it for me, and I proundly brought it home, pridefully announcing my new favorite fish in the world. It was beautiful and perfect for weeks until it gradually started to swim sideways. It kept getting gimpier and gimpier until my dad decided to put it of it's misery. So one day he called me into the kitchen, laid my sweet Viscious on the cutting board, and chopped it in half. I screamed in disgust and ran to my mom, hugging and crying as if I had lost my best friend-which, in truth, it was. To add more indignation to my poor, deceased friend, my dad made it's final resting place in the compost/manure pile in the backyard... I never forgot it, and when I get mad at my dad, I still bring up my favorite fish, and the cruel end which I was forced to witness.

I watched my 15 year old dog get put to sleep.

When I was seven or eight years old, I had a guinea pig who was killed by a neighbor's dog.

we had a whole pet cemetary at our old house...everything from chicken to rabbit to cat to goldfish to hamster...I think it's good for kids to have a sacred space for their animals that they have lost

'All of my pets wandered outside and got run over/eaten by wild animals/frozen to death... including the goldfish.' (J. Trussel)

We buried our dead animals (cats, dogs, rabbits, chickens, ducks) and had to put heavy metal grating over the burial spot or our living dog would dig them up. No respect for the dead, eh?