Always hard, so hard, too hard.

I cry like a girly when I lose my pets/best friends

I remain just as sensitive now, if not more, to losing pets. It used to wreck me as a child but it absolutely destroys me now. I still think about my dog I lost 4yrs ago

It was hard then, harder now.

Hated my parents even more - left home shortly afterwards.

Not very. My mother told me our dog couldn't handle the brutal Nebraska winter weather even though we got him in Michigan.

It's hard on me to lose my pets today.

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It's the absolute worst.

I had a tabby cat I had named Tigger. She was 20 years old, and up to the last month of her life, she was alert, playful and healthy. She started slowing down. She stopped going outside. And for some reason, when she washed herself the hair on her back would matt up.

She got weaker and weaker. My mother proclaimed that "She's just getting old." My mother declined to take her to the vet.

And then one day she just lied down. She was in pain. The end was near. I kept her company to the end. It was a sad moment. When I picked her body up, I was surprised at how little it weighed.

The next day, my mother put an article by my place at the table. It was about cats and diabetes. The article was several months old. My mother was fully aware of why the cat was so sick. We could have gotten her treated, but my mother didn't care to spend any money on that.

Pretty hard, but I was still too young to understand the implications. Bubbles was actually my brother's dog. OTOH when we lost Nora in January, that was the first time I cried over a death.

Horrible...I felt scared, before I ever learned what scared meant!