- You make every day brighter with your presence.
- I love you.
- Please don’t lick your junk within earshot. It sounds gross.
I would listen to them and let them tell me what they want, what i can do better. Oh, i would explain to them why i would take them to the vet. I don’t need to tell them how much i love them, we don’t need language for that :-)
I agree but OP didn’t specify if the animals could speak back.
Aw man, the feels. I wish I could have told my cat during euthanasia how much I love her and how everything was okay, I know she was in a weird unknown vet’s office and she was in pain but it was going to be over soon, and how much she transformed my life and made it better, and that I hope I did right by her for the eight years she was part of my life. Love you babycat ♥️
I wish I could’ve told one of my late cats that all those vet trips were not me being mean. That all those horrible tablets and medicines were not being evil. But that’s he’s very ill and needs those to live longer.
God, this made me weep at work
“who’s a good boy/girl? Its you, always you! Please stop eating the carpet though”
I love you all so much, I don’t know if anyone can understand just how much. You make my life better in ways I can’t explain.
Jack, you’re 15, and I know it’s a long walk, but please stop peeing on any piece of fabric that lands on the floor. You’re a cat, and your pee smells like ammonia’s older brother who works out and doesn’t shower.
Monty, I know the IVDD makes it difficult for you to play and move around as much as you want, and I just need you to never jump off the bed again. That will make things better. I will always be here to carry you.
Mary, Maizie, you’re the babies, and I know you think you can jump off the bed, but just don’t do it, and you won’t end up with problems like Monty has. Also, stop pooping inside. You love going outside so much, you’re always excited. Why do you hold it, and poop in your evil little poop hiding spots? Go poop outside, please!
Daddy loves you all, and tonight I will make you all shredded chicken and carrots.
You should get some of those foam stairs for dogs, and train them to use them. Get a few, one for each accessible side of the bed, two for your couch.
We have ramps up onto the bed for them to get on. But they refuse to use them to get down. :/ Monty, the oldest, will just wait to be picked up unless there’s some life threatening danger going (like I get up to go to the bathroom and don’t take him with me. Lol). But the girls just superman off the bed no matter what I do. :(
They just might not be used to them. The way we do it with our couch is to literally buy 4 of those foam stairs and place it all along the front, and give them no choice but to use those stairs. For your bed, if you haven’t already, you can train them to use the stairs going down using treats.
I believe flat ground is more comfortable to them, so I do recommend stairs instead of ramps; do take me with a grain of salt, though, for I am no expert.
Hey kitties, you’re the best. And I love you.
p.s. please stop tearing up the carpet up at the top of the stairs
Please stop barking and lunging at other dogs, I promise you that if there is ever another dog that poses a threat to you, your mother, or myself I will lead the way in kicking the absolute shit out of them and you are welcome to join in if I do. I think you would have an absolute ball if you would just run and play with other dogs, you should give it a chance. You are a Malinois, you are smarter and more athletic than damn near any dog you will ever meet, they are no threat to you. We could go on a lot more hikes and bike rides and adventures to new places if you would just get over your issues with other dogs.
Please let me trim your nails, you don’t like when I do it, but you really don’t like when the vet tries to do it, so take the easier option, it’s also cheaper for us which means more money for us to spend on toys and treats.
Please stay out of the trash.
When I tug on the sheets, you don’t need to get out of bed, you just need to let me have some of the sheets. You are always welcome on the bed or on the couch with us, we will even contort ourselves to accommodate you, you just need to let us have some blankets.
I don’t think I need to tell her I love her, we can feel the reciprocal love between each other just fine, but any extra time we have I’d make sure that I spent it telling her that.
The sheet/blanket tug thing is exactly why I now pull my dogs closer to me with one arm while I pull the blanket (a little bit faster) with the other. Then they know it’s good to stay
I’m so sorry that o stepped on your tail
Thank you for being my friend, no matter what.
Thank you for making me smile, no matter what.
I love you
I’m moving soon, and won’t be taking the cat that has lived with me for their entire life, since he is my roommate’s cat.
I wish I could sit down and explain to him why he won’t see me as much anymore, and that I love him, and will miss him. Also to stop eating every god damn thing he finds on the floor.
You don’t need to get stressed about thunder and fireworks. You are safe in your home.
Please let me trim your claws, it doesn’t hurt and you won’t get stuck on carpet or scratch up your face.
My budgie died a few days ago. I miss my baby. I would have let him know how much he meant to me, how he made each and every moment playing with him a wonderful memory and that I will never forget the impact he has had on my life.
Some people don’t get how I am so torn up about this, but I love him just as much as you’d love any pet. He means as much to me as your dog or cat does to you.
My partner also lost their budgie a couple months ago, my condolences. As someone who grew up with dogs (and fostered a cat), I can’t understand why some people think birds are any less impactful. They are little bundles of chaos and joy, and they demand space in our hearts.
And, this may or may not help, but when I lose a pet, it soothes me to remember that I gave them the best life I could, and that the joy they gave me was born of their thanks.
Birds are amazing, I’m sorry for your loss.
Anything you eat that is not directly from me can kill you. Find something you want to eat, and I’ll trade you treats for it. No questions asked. Especially other dogs poop. I love you.
“you have cancer and I’m not going to be able to love you as long as I would like”
Hugs to you. We’ll never get long enough, but the time we get makes it worth it. The love you’ve given them has meant the whole world.
There is no need to yodel like a drunk hooligan every time I put you in the transport box - neither the car nor the box ever hurt you, the vet only wants to help you, and screaming your little lungs out won’t make any of it go by faster. And please stop trying to eat the fly screen, I’m tired of having to replace it every other month.
