So, pets, huh?
Most of us have had some, or even better, grew up in a household that had 'em. Lil' furry bastards. Or slithering ones, or what have you, though personally I haven't met a soul who'd gotten very attached to a fish or what have you. (That said, I'd like to own an octopus! Those frakers are cool.)
You love them, though. Can't really help it. They're always there, hungry for your attention, pets, playing. Even gruff and tuff kitty-cats can't help but settle down on a lap sometimes and purr. Our old and demented sociopathic kitty still
wuved sitting on my lap even though he pretty much mauled everyone else who tried to touch him. And then there's dogs.
Doggies! I'm more of a kitty-girl myself, but there's something about doggies that really gets into your heart. Kitty-cats are more like grudging housemates, but doggies for the most part seem to thrive on being your pal and companion. Attention-whoring, always apologetic yet adorable. One time our dachshund bit through dad's finger accidentally when he was holding a bone for the dog to chew, and he was so visibly
embarrassed and sorry it was hilarious. He was such a stubborn son of a gun, most times though. I think he picked that up from living with two cats, fancied himself one too.
But then you get to the point where the bastards go and die on you. The dachshund in question got acute renal failure or somesuch one day, and holy christ that was the fraking saddest day ever. Of course my parents have to live in the fraking boonies, and don't own firearms, so we sat with the poor lil'feller for the whole damn day as he vomited and desperately tried to pee until finally at 10 ****ing PM we got him to a vet who administered a fatal dose. Buried him the same night.
Holding his head and looking into his eyes as he passed away was probably the most heart-wrenching moment ever. No more pain, no more fear, no more waiting and crying, but simultaneously, I was losing my pig-headed friend. I tried my very best to comfort him, and make sure he felt loved in the last moments of his life. Last favour, you know? I felt very hollow afterwards.
Last time I was visiting my folks, I said goodbyes to my kitty-cat, I don't know if I'll see him alive again, he's an old *******. I'll miss him more than most members of my family.
tl;dr: Share dying pet stories!