)Well, I know there's been a few scattered topics of pet deaths, so I thought I'd create a topic and dedicate it to all our furry (or feathery or scaly ) friends who have passed on or ran away.

Annie...my grandma's cat that got chased away by a dog
Crystal...my cat that ran away in the night
Buster...my betta who passed away
Captain...another betta of mine that passed away
Great White...my goldfish that passed away
Whitenose...my goldfish that passed away
Angel...my angelfish that passed away
Silver...my small angelfish that passed away
(gee, I don't have such good luck with fish, do I? )
Jet...my parent's dog that got hit by a truck
Maggie...also my parent's dog who ran away

And one I am especially angry and sad about is a smaller dog that my parents had before I was born. She had puppies and some of them were poisoned by a dog-hating neighbor I think the mother was poisoned as well

Gosh I'm about to cry thinking of all these losses...

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a77/Oran/stubby1.bmp theres my Stubby, He passed away at only four, about a year ago

Buddy- My 4 month old puppy that had to be euthanized due to Parvovirus.
Misty- My beautiful longhaired white cat that was killed by my ignorant, nosy, self-centered, pig-headed neighbors .(sorry bout the name-calling )
Snaggle- My black American Shorthair cat that died in my arms. He had FIV.
Mojave- My albino cornsnake that escaped his cage.
Grizzle- a purebred German Shephard that just literally laid down and died. We're not sure why.
Floppy- my grey, floppy eared bunny that died of old age. She was 8.
Hootie- My ferret, died from cancer. Age 5.

and also Kirby
faith
paco
angel
red
and all my other pets that have past away!

-hugs everyone- Sorry for your losses.

I've never had very many pets, but I've always loved animals, so the pets of my relatives were very close to me.

In memory of...
Castro and Simba, my parents’ cats when I was just an infant. I understand they were rather fond of my baby self.
Max, my grandparents' German Shepherd and my childhood guardian on the farm.
Sally, the injured Salamander my cousin and I found at our grandparents’ farm, which we were unable to save. =(
Turk (Misty) and Andy, my grandparents' Poodles, who were very much amusing.
Wiley, my mother's horse and the mechanism for many adventures.
Jud, a Golden Retriever at my cousins' farm whom I remember as a pleasant old man, incredibly tolerant of me and my cousins' antics as kids.
Zeke, my first ever dog (Cocker Spaniel x Poodle) and my best friend.
Birdy, the baby song bird my cousins, uncle and aunt and I raised, who would, once full grown, come to visit us occasionally before he disappeared forever.
Mittens, a sweet little feline of my cousins who would follow us around in the farm. Eventually died doing what she loved - climbing trees.
Spook, the giant, sleek, black cat of my cousins who died at an old age, as regal and inspiring as always.
Charlie, my cousins' Labrador, a constant companion on countryside expeditions.
The many other pets, including birds, fish, dogs, cats and hamsters that my cousins had over the years which I would have taken home with me each time if I could.
Bob, my first fish - a guppy - and an intensely interesting little guy.
Jack and Kirk, my bettas who's beauty I found endlessly captivating.
Riley, one of the puppies from a friend's latest litter of German Shorthaired Pointers, a beautiful little girl who died at five days.

Finally – all of the captured (and eventually released) snakes, frogs, tadpoles, grasshoppers, spiders, crickets, moths, and butterflies that helped to make my childhood interesting, who are, given their short life spans, surely dead by now. =)

Purkka and Molla, our old show cats who were put down together because of severe illness.

Elvis, my black Manx. Euthanized because of a severe UTI.

Cookie, my Syrian hamster fell asleep and died from old age at 5 soon 6.

Numerous fish from ich and old age.

Years ago my sister had two parakeets, Sunny and Blue who died mysteriously in their sleep.

All those injured pigeons I took in but never made a full recovery.

RIP my furry and feathered friends!..and scaly fish.

-princess- my ferret that had to be put to sleep because of serious brain damage caused by a board falling on her head.

-Buddy-( the best cat in the world!)he was hit by a car before his first birthday.

-flufy-a SHORTHAIR simiese who was killed by a car.

-tiger-killed by a car

-fraidy freddy(wich became fraidy frances when we found out it was a girl) was killed by a car

-hoppy- was hit by a car

-Zip-was hit by a car

-Molly Hook

and

-Star- the lucky one who was hit by a car and survived. she got a broken jaw, broken leg(lower leg + wrist area) and road burns. she still has a steel pin holding her wrist and leg together to this day.( no she never goes ANYWHERE near th road!!)

You had so many hit by cars.

BTW, all Siamese are shorthaired but Balinese look a little like Siamese except they've got a longer, silkier coat and different point colors.

Balinese

i know, i i have never seen a long haired simiese before, they aqre ALL shorthaird, i was just saying that he WAS shorthaird and was call FLUFFY. weird huh!

Bitsy- my first dog that i grew up with had to be put to sleep because she bit the neighbor boy.

Bert and Ernie - hermit crabs died of old age

Shadow and Casper- my cat and her kitten were taken to the pound by my evil mother...

Lucy- a dog that i found and kept for about a month before, once again, my mother took her to the pound.

Honey - my beagle/basset hound mix had to be put to sleep last year after having a severe stroke...

Uncle Elizabeth- my orange tabby that ran away last year...

Petey - my grandparents betta that i got them that died yesterday... they were heartbroken.

i miss them all very much....

In remembererance of puppy mill breeding stock!

Some humans in this world have decided
With the worst selfishness and greed,
That my fate shall forever be in a cage,
And to pay my keep, I must breed.

I will never be a pet, only a breeding machine
Please release me of this prison”,
I bark in vain But the miller does not care of our sadness
Or that we live out each day in great pain.

For you see as the miller’s property
I never get to play or even be pet
And when I get injured or sick
The miller doesn’t bring me to a vet

Once again the miller comes to collect my pups
Still so tiny, and sickly with eyes and nose runny
I bark “It’s too early. They still need my milk!”
But he ignores me for younger pups bring more money

My feet are always bloomin, cut by the wire floor
And my legs are crippled from never being let to run
In the winter I shiver; left out in the snow and rain
In the summer the hot rays beat down from the sun

I am missing many teeth, the rest cracked and broken.
All my fur is falling out in clumps from a terrible rash.
And the world is always dark for infection has left me blind.
But the miller does not care for I can still bring in cash.

As time goes by I feel my body is growing weaker each day.
Ragged and worn, I look like I’m twelve though I’m only five.
My uterus has become swollen and infected from too many litters
And to breed lots of puppies is the only reason I’m kept alive

I can no longer make a product for him to sell.
So I am now a burden and waste of money to feed
I await my fate in silence. I’ve seen it all before.
Now he is yanking me by the rope he uses as a lead

He drags me, my legs useless, deep into the woods to the spot
As if I could get away, I am tied to a tree with an old rusty chain.
I hear him put in the bullets. Then he raises the gun.
And so in death I am finally freed of my cage and my pain.

There are many mill dogs out there with lives as sad as mine
Please help stop the puppy mill business. You have an option.
Don’t support mills by buying puppies from pet shops or bad breeders
Instead, go to a local shelter or breed rescue and apply for adoption.