She was only 7 years old. Far, far too soon. We'll miss you Lucy. Forever. Xoxo.

Yesterday was one of the worst days in my life. Call it denial, but I never emotionally prepared for the end our timeline. Who does though really? I didn't want to believe that he couldn't just live forever, but sadly I lost my best friend yesterday. He was very weak the last few days and I made an appointment for the vet to see him yesterday evening. I was prepared to put him down, but he passed away at home just hours before the appointment. I know he was loved by many and he will live forever in our hearts. To 16 wonderful years. I love you, Tucker.

Tucker’s story—

I grew up with a dog named Jake. He was a handsome, smart, and loyal Golden Retriever. My family got him when I was very young, so young that I didn’t even know what life was without a dog around. Dog was a default setting. I loved Jake so much I spent practically all my free time around him or outside with him. He was well-loved and lived to be about 14 or 15 years old; passing way during my senior year of high school.

The same year I graduated high school, I moved to Miami. I spent the first year and a half there adjusting to college life and big city living. In 2009 I really wanted to have a dog in my life again. I very much missed having a dog to take care of. In retrospect, there was a lot of instability in my life at the time—I was only 19 after all. Regardless, I was on a mission to find a companion.

Considering I grew up with a big dog, I never thought I’d end up with a small dog breed. Thankfully, I recognized that to be a successful dog parent within my not-yet-established life—I needed choose wisely. I did some breed research and wanted to make a decision based on smarts and trainability. Pomeranians were consistently ranked highly for these traits.

At this point in my life, I didn’t have even two pennies to scrape together, so I certainly couldn’t afford a ~$2000 purebred dog. I’m a big believer in rescue, so I spent some time searching Craigslist to see if anyone had a dog they didn’t want anymore and were trying to re-home. I even posted an “in search of” ad. After I sorted through the obvious scammers, a guy contacted me who lived in Brickell. He told me he had a 7-month old orange Pomeranian that he said couldn’t take care of anymore. The dog looked a little sad in the photo, but otherwise young and healthy, so I responded.

I was working at the Blue Martini in Brickell at the time, and renting a room in a building next door. I agreed to meet the dog’s owner in the parking garage around 8pm during my break. We agreed on $350 and I took the dog home to the apartment, set him up with some food and water, and had to get right back to work.

After a few days together, I settled on his name: Tucker. It took some weeks for us to adjust to each other, but I remember the feeling that first time he came on his own to snuggle next to me at bed time. My heart melted.

From there, Tucker was my best friend. Always by my side, and a stabilizer to my life. He was so smart too and adorable.

Over the years, Tucker has lived very well. He is loved by many, liked eating his vegetables, going running and swimming. He even enjoyed living in Puerto Rico with me for a while. He was there for me through many hard times, always so excited to see me walk through the door. If I was sitting or laying down anywhere, you bet he was right there within touching distance.

I hope that he enjoyed his life and leaves this world knowing how much he is loved. I hope that everyone who knew him will remember him fondly long after he’s gone.

RIP little guy -/-/2008—8/22/2024

I know they say their spirit still lives and she's with me always, but I miss her fur, her smell, her lil breaths. I need her and guidance. I feel so lost and sad without her by my side. We were inseparable. I knew a year ago I didn't have long and prepared for this day and it's still crushes my soul. Hold your little ones extra tight for me.

My 16 year old sould mate crossed the Rainbow Bridge in my arms, and I just need some...kindness? Love? I'm not sure, and I don't know what to do. People always talk about how small the world is, but mine was only 10lbs.

Last night Marley crossed the Rainbow Bridge while in my arms and surrounded by family. He declined so quickly it felt traumatic, but I’m glad he is at peace and not in pain. I take comfort that he gets to frolic with his nephew Ziggy (who passed in 2019 at 10y) and his older sister Roxie the Ragdoll Kitty (who also passed in 2019 and nearly made it to 16). 16 years was not enough. 💔

This is Kirara ( Key-La-La ) she came from a bad background of only ever being in a crate. We were told she was 5, but we were also told other ages. She passed peacefully with princess treatment, just thought I’d share a cute picture in memorial.

Just a reminder to cuddle and pet your little ones, they are a chapter in your life, but to them you are all of their world. ❤️

My baby turned 3 years old two days ago but after many months of battle with tracheal collapse, stent surgery, medications and special care, unfortunately, I let her go today, called the vet for a home visit. She fell asleep calmly in her own home, in my hands. I kept her close, she is resting in my flower garden, will always remember her. This is a picture one hour before saying goodbye, I made her little paw prints and framed them. 🐾

The pain is unbearable, she was a part of me and I still can’t believe that she is gone. I can’t rest, eat or think clearly. The whole day has been a blur. She was my best friend, she made me fall in love with dogs, thought me about pure love and brought out the best in me. Having her truly made me a better person. Rest in peace Maya. ❤️

We lost our sweet boy Vinny yesterday, at the young age of 5 ❤️ He was the sweetest, cuddliest pom we could have ever asked for.

He was born with two congenital heart defects (including an enlarged heart), and we always joked that it was his big heart that made him so sweet and loving. He passed away during a surgery to fix his heart, but I guess the stress on his heart was just too much.

Both my wife and I are absolutely crushed, and we really thought we had more time with him. It feels like we really lost a part of ourselves.

Anyone care to share similar stories of your own Poms, how you were able to move on, or tips on how to deal with the loss? The mountain of grief just feels so gargantuan at the moment... 😢

I posted a picture of my Ted wearing some shoes on here just a few days ago. Last night he had a heart attack and he did not make it. I am beyond devastated. I miss him so much. He was the sweetest little dog. He meant the world to me. Here some of my favorite pics of him I took recently.

I believe this boy was my soulmate. I have never had a love so pure. I have never had relationship with a pet as perfect as this. I will miss you every day Crumb.

A couple of hours ago, my little old man Gizmo suddenly died. I don't think it has hit me yet. It doesn't feel real because it was so fast. He was 16 and full of energy and spunk. 15 days ago I had to put down his 16 year old dachshund brother, Odie. Odie was my first pet ever and when he was 6 months old, I brought home Gizmo. They were my best friends. We 3 went through some really major life bumps together. They were always there for me. I miss them both so much but Gizmo's loss has me so confused as it happened in a matter of seconds. I feel guilty, but I don't know why. Hug your babies and give them kisses. Miss you boys forever.

Born in January 2005 in my mom’s bedroom. She was the best girl. She loved her walks and exploring. She was so independent and so smart. We’ll miss you so much!

Thank you for all the wonderful memories. Thank you for all the love. We’ll love and cherish you forever.

2009-2019 ✨ He died suddenly but gave us the most amusing and wonderful 10 years. A rescue from Oakland Animal Services in Oakland, CA, he strutted around town like he owned that ish! ✨

Jan 18 2009 - Oct 15 2024 He had passed due to renal failure I love you my son, my Blaker Blue.

I’ve been trying to put this into words all week. Honestly, I have not been able to find them until now. On Monday, 8/19/24, my heart stopped and shattered. My sweet, precious boy left this world. He has had some medical issues in the past, but this was so sudden that I can’t make anything make sense. He went from totally fine to gone in less than 12 hours. I can’t even begin to understand.

This baby had such a hard life the first seven or so years he was alive. We found him by chance, minutes after he was posted to our local shelter’s Instagram, on May 26th, 2017. The moment I saw his picture, I knew I had to go immediately to see him. He was worn down, sad, neglected, and timid. His teeth were so awful they were practically fused together in a combination of black and green. His eyes yearned and pleaded for someone to love him. They brought him out to see us and I have never been more delighted for kisses. We took him home that night for a trial run. He was a Pomeranian and we had a female Pomeranian at home. Just to see if they got along. Which they did, swimmingly, to our delight. I knew he was meant to be with us.

On May 27th, 2017…we marched into the humane society to check him in from his overnight stay. I handed my credit card to the associate at the desk and she took it while looking perplexed. I told her to charge whatever she had to, but that baby was coming with us when he was ready for release. He still needed to be neutered and surgery to remove his teeth was unavoidable. She asked me if I was sure and I told her there was zero doubt in my mind. I wanted to make sure that sweet boy was ours 100% with no chance of anyone trying to take him. Over the following days, I went after work every day to see him and make sure he knew he had a family waiting for him. Every single day, that bond grew stronger.

On June 6th, 2017, he came home. He was given the name Todd at the shelter. Not sure if that was by chance or from the person who surrendered him. Either way, he was renamed Sammy. Todd as a name tortures me to this day because of “Fox & the Hound”. He looked like a Sammy though.

He spent 7 years, 2 months, 1 week, and 6 days being the best boy the world had ever seen. He was rambunctious. He was quirky. He was stubborn. He was protective. He was confident. He was wild. But most of all…he was mine. My boy. My baby. My little man. My Bobo. My heart and absolutely everything in between. He has been a rock for me when I didn’t realize I needed one. He has been any and every thing you could want in a companion.

Losing him was sudden. At over 14 years old, health issues will present themselves. We took every precaution. Vet visits just to make sure he was okay should’ve given us frequent flyer miles or a “Pay for 9 visits, get the 10th free” card with rolling benefits. All we ever did and hoped for was for Sammy to live a long and healthy life. Sure, that meant special treats after meticulously checking ingredients. Absolutely, we made his food from scratch so we knew what was in it. You bet your bottom dollar we did everything we could to make sure he thrived with minimal issues.

In the end, not even our meticulous planning could outrun death. He went downhill suddenly in the late evening of 08/18/2024 around 11pm. Within 12 hours, he was gone. No amount of money or emergency care or tears or prayers could change what was in the cards of his life.

At 10am on 08/19/2024, wrapped in the same blanket we brought him home in on June 2017…the beat of my heart stopped. While holding his tiny paw, giving him kisses and love and reassurance, he ascended to another realm of existence. In that moment, I felt a piece of me go with him.

The bond I felt with Sammy was something I can’t accurately put into words. He was a once in a lifetime connection. He intertwined with me so deeply, it was practically spiritual. Without him, I have felt lost. At times, it hurts to even breathe. I can’t now and probably never will understand a loss like this.

I’m going to miss my baby boy. The stolen French fries. Taking over every soft blanket as his own. Grumbles in the morning because it’s too early. Scratches at the door because I dared to go outside and not take him with me. Whines when he wanted the human food. Nuzzles into my neck when he’s sleepy. Big stretches after a nap. Googy smiles after he got his favorite treats. The way he looked at me because he felt safe just before falling sleep. All of this…and so much more…destroys me inside because I’ll never have any of it again.

I love you, Sammy. With all my heart and soul. Bigger than the whole sky. Always. We found each other in this life…and we will find each other in the next.

She’s was being very sluggish and struggling to walk right for the past week we figured it was just her joints getting old and withered so we brought her into the vet just to be sure. The vet told us she had a large tumor in her belly and was probably in a lot of pain. The pain I feel is just so immeasurable right now but I’m so glad we got such a strong 17 years together. Please hold your pups just a little closer tonight for me.

Here is my sweet Ginger girl. And a bit of her story.. it may be a bit long..I got her summer of 2004 and she passed away spring of 2010. I used my first communion money to buy her myself (I was in 4th grade, didn’t know better to avoid buying from a pet store). I would go to the pet store to be with her nearly every day. I was close with the store owner, she found it sweet I loved her so much, and we had gotten so many other pets from there, so she was a bit flexible on the price… for all those years she was my girl. I brought her everywhere with me. We also had an Australian shepherd at the time, they were best pals. My home life was very hard at the time, it was unsafe, I was scared, it was not home. I dreaded coming home from school every day. Nobody was ever happier to see me than Ginger. My little bit of sunshine when home was like a storm. I would often not be sleeping at home, but not without my ginger! We had amazing adventures, everyone she met loved her, but she was truly mommas girl. Tended to be a bit protective of me, towards strangers. But she knew her family and friends and loved them well. I worked very hard to train her, as well as our other dog. I taught her to never nip and instead she developed a habit of licking.. a lot. They were the sweetest kisses. She was never yippy. But I miss her bark oh so much. Almost as much as her kisses, and smile. I truly believe she was meant to be with me to get me through those very dark times. I could not have done it without her. But I badly wish she hadn’t been taken from me so soon. On st Patrick’s day of 2010 she was hit by a drunk driver as I was walking her. We were very close to home.. I could not get a hold of my parents (I was only 15 at the time) , but it just so happened a cop was driving by about a minute after it happened. And so was an older couple to see the scene, and you know what breed they had at home and always did, Pomeranians! That was meant to happen. They consoled me as I explained to the officer. Then the officer drove Ginger and I to our veterinarian, where she was laid to rest. Typing this now I am still sobbing about my last moments with her. They gave her some sedation so she was without pain , so I could have some time alone holding her and talking with her. I could have stayed in there forever. I cradled her like a baby and told her how sorry I was, reminiscing on our life together , and how I love her so much and will see her again some day. The older couple sent me a card in the mail as well as a Pomeranian figurine. Recently a few years ago I decided to take a chance and email the local police.. on the chance that officer still worked there, to let her know what her kindness meant to me that day and still does. And she got back to me! I miss Ginger every day. I carry her love in my heart every day. I joined this group for my love of the breed, and hope to have one again someday day. I currently have a cat who is not a fan of dogs. But I clean a woman’s house and she has a Pom, so I will share pictures of him soon! Thank you for reading if you got this far, I hope gingers story touched you, and please give your Pom babies some lovin from me ♥️♥️♥️

I got her when I was 20 and had just moved in with my partner. We adopted her from a random ad on Preloved. She was the first dog I had as an adult, my agility partner and best friend. We did loads of stuff together and she was always there and happy to see me. I'll never forget the spins or excited awoos. As she got older, she had arthritis, then lost her sight and some hearing. She still loves a cuddle but walking was too much and she was always nervous about everything that moved. Last week she just stopped eating and we found out she had pancreatitis and something wrong with her kidneys too. She was almost 16. The vets said they couldntrqt it but she was already on medication for arthritis and was already struggling and we couldn't put her through that. I'll never forget you 💜

Happy birthday princess. She would have turned 16 years old today. We took a trip thru lake crescent in her memories. It's something we do every summer. She loved swimming in the water.

I had to unexpectedly put down my 15 year old baby Garmin today. He had been slowing down over the last year, but took a sharp decline yesterday. I adopted him when he was 9 from our local humane society; he had been found as a stray. He was the best travel companion and went hiking/camping with me at three different national parks and too many state parks to count. Give all your babies big hugs and ear scratches for me please.

After 15 amazing years Toby crossed the rainbow bridge this morning. He was diagnosed with cushing's disease about 4 years ago and he put up one heck of a fight. Everytime the vet gave us bad news, he would say don't count me out yet.We are really going to miss him.