Your Pet Loss Stories

by Coris
(Dallas, Tx)

This was Missy, after all these years my Dad finally admitted to finding her, having passed away and buried her under the bridge at a nearby park where he would take her walking.

My brother and I thought she ran away, we looked everywhere for her. We put up flyers, called the shelter daily, drove around hoping she would pop up. It was never like her to run away, if she did get out she would always be back after half an hour of running around the neighborhood, but she never came back.

We knew she was sick she was 12 years old, but she still seemed energetic. The day before we last saw her she was her usual self, I knew she didn't have much time left but I never knew it would have been so soon. My Dad told us she had gone under the shed and he found her poor body there. He didn't want to tell us because he didn't want us knowing or thinking it was our fault, that she was sick and she had gone under the shed and nothing we could have done would change that.

I want to be angry with my Dad because I never got to say goodbye, or I wish I had known that she was in much more pain and have taken her to the vet to have done the humane thing and put her to sleep so she wouldn't have felt pain or been alone.

Goodbye girl, you were such a wonderful girl and pet. I hope you didn't feel pain. I'm so sorry I wasn't able to be there for you in your last hour. I know now you're in a better place and I hope you know you're loved.