How do you let go of the warmth that a pet brings as they leave our lives? It's a question that echoes through the hearts of many pet owners. As we slowly traverse the path of grief, the thought of finding a new companion often crosses our minds. You might share your feelings with close friends or family, or perhaps jot down your thoughts in a journal.

【Survey: How do you deal with the pain of losing a pet? January 27, Chongqing. A 9-year-old boy cried out on the ground as his pet cat, which he had raised for half a year, passed away. What will you do to cope with the pain of losing a pet? Share your thoughts below!

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Share with close friends/family	237
Find a new hobby	237
Let time fade the pain	237
Get a new pet	237

I am a pet bereavement counselor, and I too have lost my own beloved pet. I understand the heartbreak that family members experience when they break down in tears. I've seen men, quiet and smoking, struggling to make sense of the void left by their pets. My little Snowy was by my side from the age of 18 until I was 29.

A video with a mere 382 views, 0 comments, 7 likes, 2 coins thrown, and 5 people who saved it, tells the story of a pet owner, Rainbow Planet Pet Bereavement, sharing their experience of how to cope with a pet's passing. The memories are silent yet echo deeply within us.

High school, college, marriage, children, and then my mother moved in next door to take care of me. My mom used to walk our dog every morning and evening for over an hour. But then, she had less time. Our dog, Carbon, was left feeling neglected. One day, his bottom started bleeding, and he wouldn't eat. We rushed him to the pet hospital. The vet said...

Ten years have passed since Carbon left us, and I haven't had another pet. It's too hard to bear the feeling of losing a family member. Pets have such a short lifespan.

One day, I found a tiny creature with eyes full of mucus, so small that it couldn't open them. I wrapped it in a towel and hurried home, searching for a nearby pet hospital on大众点评. Lucky for me, there was one just a ten-minute walk away. I held it carefully and went to the hospital. The mucus was cleaned, and the eyes opened, but there was some inflammation. The vet prescribed eye drops, and that was that.

Some people say you should get rid of a pet's things gradually, but how can I part with them? They are the last mementos of my little one. I made the final decision at the pet hospital for my baby.

Our potato passed away in the middle of the night. Yesterday afternoon, my mom called me, but I was asleep and didn't see the message. This morning, she called me again, and I learned about it. I comforted her over the phone, saying something like, "You must have cried a lot at home," and she couldn't help but cry again, not saying much before hanging up. I cried too, thinking of the little potato, who came to us so small, half the size of a human hand. He was so cute, sleeping soundly on the bed, snoring softly.

I went to see him first thing in the morning, but he was already stiff. Poor Carbon, I couldn't bear to see him suffer. In the end, I couldn't save him. It's been almost ten years since Carbon left us, and I haven't had another pet. It's just too hard to go through the pain of losing a family member. Pets live such brief lives.

I still dream about Carbon leaving me, and I cry in my dreams. It's not just because I miss him, but because the sadness feels involuntary. Sometimes, when I'm stressed, I dream that Carbon is leaving me, and it breaks my heart.

I can't bear to talk about it, as it upsets people, and they only offer platitudes to comfort me. So, I write here. I'm not afraid of not getting over it; I'm just afraid of losing him from my memory, slowly forgetting the weight of him on my lap. Because it was just too short.

I once lived alone in a shared apartment in a distant city, dealing with depression. I tried exercise and therapy, but I didn't know how to cope with the loss of my friend, who passed away just the day before. I wish time could turn back. This is the eulogy I wrote after my little friend left me.

My little one, Baby, passed away today. I'm heartbroken. Baby was just a regular dog, but she meant the world to me. Every time I came home, she was there, her eyes half-closed, wagging her tail, making those little grunting sounds, as if to say, "I've been missing you for so long." I would pat her or hug her, calling her name, and she would be so happy. But now, she's gone, and I miss her so much.

I can only hide away and cry quietly. Last night, I held the little blanket she used, looking at the photos in her special album on my phone, crying under the bedsheet. —- Last night, I came back from a trip, cleaning up Baby's things, and cried even more.

My cat, who has been with me from the age of 9 to 25, knew she was getting old, her body getting weaker. But when the time came, I still couldn't accept it... Last night, when I came home, she didn't eat any of the food I prepared, just lying on the ground next to me. I knew she was gone...