Your Pet Loss Stories

by Meaghan
(California)

I first laid eyes on my dog Bunny as I was walking out of the pet store after my family and I chose to take her sister home. We all felt this connection with her that day, that we decided to go back and take her home the next day. That was back in 2002 and I was just 12 years old living overseas in Colombia.

Bunny was a brilliant being, she was more than just a dog. She never wore a leash, we never had one reason to force her to be with us, she just was always next to me. She slept with me every night, she was there for me when my parents went through their divorce, she was my biggest fan at my soccer games, she was with me when I got accepted to college, when my brother got accepted to college, and when my youngest brother graduated. I give her immense credit for helping my Mom raise us three.

On July 26, 2014 we found our beloved dog lying beneath the orange tree in our backyard. As we walked closer we realized she had been attacked and killed by something. We later concluded that somehow a coyote jumped over our 5 ft fence in the middle of the city and made a meal out of my soul.

It's incredibly hard to cope with everything. I'm scared to go home because all I see is her body underneath that tree. She was such a pure soul, empathetic, witty, loving. I'm haunted by her passing. I can hardly go a moment without reliving everything. But what does help me is the thought that she is in this beautiful paradise with my fiance's Mom, waiting to meet us again one day.

I loved her so much and all I want is to see her again and tell her how sorry I am for not being there to protect her. And for her to forgive me.