What do you miss most about your former animal friend?

My wonderful old boy always comforted me with his loving kisses and doggy hugs when I was down, without me calling him. My new puppy is great but he’s not that smart yet and he’s super hyper. My old boy was always chilled, always well-mannered and soothed my soul.

Thanks for making me cry @janbb.

The way his eyes used to light up when he saw me,no one has ever been that happy to see me. It’s a wonderful feeling knowing someone is that delighted just to see a glimpse of you and I will never be blessed with that feeling again. I love you, my dog.

I miss my cat, Elvis. He was a Maine Coon mix – a big, fat, orange puffball. I miss him sleeping next to me whenever it was cold outside, and his rather aloof, indignant personality. But now I have Onslow, a British shorthair – a big, fat, orange puffball who sleeps next to me when it’s cold outside and has an aloof, indignant personality.

I miss my faithful companion who left my side a few years ago. He was a gentle soul who possessed a radiance as he doled out unlimited affection and attention. Always happy to greet everyone, always smiling with his soulful eyes, always wanting to nurture and protect, he was the embodiment of “a good dog.”

My childhood dog was the sweetest dog. She had such a pretty face. She never growled at anyone or fought. She was a good dog. I remember her chasing her tail and she would always lay down on the heater vents. She was precious.

I miss taking our dog walks. I used to deliver milk very early in the mornings and our dog used to come with me.

Oh gosh, I miss them all… but right now I miss my little Izzy cat the most. She was friendly, affectionate, playful; and she used to like to snuggle in my lap a lot. I miss that.

My life has been improved by the years I shared with many dogs of good character and the ability to love unconditionally. Duchess displaced intelligence and sensitivity that never ceased to amaze me. Walker and I were bonded for life when he had been poisoned with strychnine by a neighbour who hated dogs. One of the dogs was beyond my help but I sat with Walker for 36 hours which I forced down medications I was fortunate to have on hand which kept him alive until his body rid itself of the poison. He dedicated the rest of his life to being my loyal and loving companion. A soul like his was a rare treasure to enjoy and appreciate. My current two dogs are sweet and eager to please. They make living alone much more bearable. I hope I make their lives secure and happy.

My guy and girl golden retrievers were abandoned and they adopted me. After they got comfortable with me they wouldn’t sit near me, they insisted on sitting on top of me. They were so loving it was amazing.

I miss so many things that Molly used to do. She used to get a spurt of energy every evening and run through my house like a crazy dog until she just flopped down. She loved the water hose. I really miss her.

You had a wonderful friend. Just try to keep as many memories as possible.

My cat Katy had the softest fur I’ve ever felt, and a very funny meow. She was plump and happy to be held, and I miss all of that.

I miss Spoony THE Cat greeting me at the door. We never came home to a cold, lifeless house while she was with us. I miss her intense gaze and her rubbing against me, her kitty kisses. I miss beautiful, soft and long hair; but I don’t miss having to clean it up and waking up to realize she’d been up on my pillow and I now had a mouthful of it.

I am taking steps to give my faithful companion up. She has been such a joy to me. But I have a rough lot ahead of me and a lot of uncertainties. I think it would be a relief for me to know she was safe and she has a better chance at finding a home at a young 6 then opposed to an older age.

I know I will miss her greeting and talking to me sleeping at my feet scolding me and playing with me or pouting off a sulk somewhere above me so she can glare down at me. I do not think I will miss her (dead) presents or her live playmates she brings me.

My 19 year old Seal Point Siamese buddy name “Rocky” was euthanized last June. There is so much that I miss about him. But what I miss the most is how he would scold me whenever he was not happy about anything. And of course I would always drop everything in order to make Rocky happy.

My kitty cat was super chill and cuddly and wanted nothing more than to just curl up with me and take a nice nap. She had the cutest “smile” face that she would do when she was content. And she almost seemed perceptive to my moods/health. She was extra sweet if I was upset or sick.

She passed away…jeez I guess it has been over a year now. She still visits me in my dreams pretty often, which is nice.

Chloe.

@Dr_Lawrence you certainly DO make their lives secure and happy and they would be miserable without you. Thet can sense your love and devotion and know you are their own, special human.

I lost my dog Jack 6 years ago and not a day goes by that I don’t miss him. He was my best friend. I miss his kisses and cuddles,he was more to me than just a dog. I still can’t forget the peaceful look on his face as he drifted off. This is for him

To play with my dog & I think he is one of my best friend.

My husband’s dog Bub adopted me right away.

I called him my ‘Valiant Guardian’. I was never alone in the house. He would place himself between me and the main door to whatever room we were in, unless Jason was home.

For months after he died, I still stepped out of bed widely, around the spot he chose to sleep in, in order to keep me safe at night.

He was a good boy.

I miss them all too. Pockets the cat was my babycat. She had 7 toes and I loved her lying next to me on the bed and letting me play with her big catcher’s mitts. They were soft and she just purred and purred. Her momma, Tigger, the dog, was as heartbroken as me when she passed on. Tigger looked all over the house to find her. Then she would come over and lay next to me with the saddest face. My only hope is that when Tigger passed, she was reunited with Pockets and they are best buddies again. Our pets are truly the best part of our souls.

How protective he was over me.And only me.It was nice to have someone,whether it be an animal or not,care that much.

What I miss with my dog Major was the way he loved and protected me. No man was allowed near me. I would lay at the side of him and he would rest his head across me, and if I tried to move he would hold his head down. He was a black and tan, very fluffy German Shepherd. His paw filled my hand. I was only 10 when we got him. He was my baby brother.

What I miss with my cat Fifi, was how she loved me. She could have spent forever in my arms. She used to like me to kiss her ears, she would go all silly and practically collapse when I stopped. She slept on the bed with us and she wouldn’t make a single sound until she knew I was awake ( she was incredibly vocal) and then she would come and head butt me, and I’m sure she said ‘morning mummy’.

I miss my babies so much.

You guys are all killin me.

I miss Baxter who always had something in his mouth. He had to be carrying something. When ever I see a dog carrying something around like it’s their number one prized possession I think of Baxter.

Tramp had the most beautiful, yellow eyes I have ever seen. I’d love to see eyes like that again but, so far, (bearing in mind I work with dogs all day, every day) it’s yet to happen.

DeeDee was only happy if she was having a cuddle. I could sit for hours with that dog and feel like I had a true friend.

Tanda was a character, she was always in trouble but she made us laugh on an hourly basis.

Fozzy looked like an evil villain from a film, he had a problem with his eye that gave him a scary look and people would be very unsure of him but he was such a friendly boy and as he got older his love for human companions grew.

Max got my Grandmother through the death of my grandad. He had a real sense for when people where down or poorly and was such a gentleman.

Sorry for the list, I miss these dogs so much.

And my poor lovely gormless Prince. When he died, I so missed the orange puddle that used to lay by my reading chair.

Frodo is a totally different character – full of fun, energy and mischief but not so ready to cuddle.

^^ Give it time. Frodo may well yet prove to be more gormful than you think.