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30 Incredibly Kind Acts Pets Did For Their Owners That Prove A Pet’s Love Has No Limits
We like to think of our pets as the most beautiful, understanding, deeply affectionate beings we would give up the world for (hoping they’d do the same in return). But in reality, cats are known as notorious a-holes, totally self-absorbed furballs who shamelessly occupy your bed, your sofa, and your life.
Dogs, even though sometimes easier to get along with, have plenty of soft spots. Like, we all know how easy it is to bribe them and become their favorite hooman just by giving them a bite of your cinnabun. Meaning they may swap you for your jerk neighbor who keeps sneaking their trash in your bin.
But it’s time to restore our faith in the empathy, kindness, and sheer wholesomeness of our beloved pets. When someone asked “What's the kindest thing a pet has done for you?” on Reddit, answers started pouring in, with touching real-life stories from pet owners who had their pets to get them through hard times, family drama, and depression.
And it totally proves that just because your cat doesn’t always meet you excitedly at the door, that doesn’t mean it doesn't care about you. They will be here when we need them the most and that's what really matters.
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I was going through a bad break-up and had all the classic heartbreak signs: loss of appetite, bad sleeping patterns, lethargy. If I fell asleep on the couch, my dog would (try to) pull a blanket off the back of the couch over me. If I didn't eat, she would either drag me to her full bowl or wake me up by dropping kibble on me. If I slept too long, she would drop toys on my face. Up to and including her favorite Chewing Rock. Which was a fist-sized rock she liked to chew on.
I miss her.
I had an aunt who loved yellow roses, but she passed away in 2013. We were very close before she passed and I was devastated. This is important.
Six years later I was in a bad place. My medication for my mental illness wasn’t working so I was spiraling pretty hard. I have a dog, a mutt who I’ll call Rosy for this story. One day I was taking Rosy for a walk and contemplated how I would commit s**cide. We were walking through the woods near my house and I let her off leash. We live in the country so no leash laws or high chances of running into anyone else. I was mentally writing my note and deciding my affairs when she came back to me, carrying a yellow rose. I have no idea where she found it, but it was just the flower and leaves and no stem. After that she stuck to me like glue, which was unusual since she usually did her own thing. She even cuddled up to me that night. After that I decided I couldn’t leave her, because she cared so much and something must have happened for her to bring that rose to me. My mom even had a tattoo of a yellow rose in remembrance of my aunt. She saved my life, and I don’t know if she was even fully aware. But she did, and now I’m happier than ever. She’s a happy four year old now, and I’m happier than ever. Thank you, Rosy, for being my best friend and partner for the last four years of my life, and my savior for the last two.
😭😢don't want to break my computer with the tears... I'm glad you recovered
Back when I was rather trapped in an abusive relationship(seriously, he would threaten to kill me, and getting out took help), I was sobbing once after one of my exe's abusive episodes and his cat came up to me, put her paw on my cheek and started licking my face and purring for me, basically being the best mama cat she could be for me at that moment. I still tear up thinking about it.
The world without our beloved furry friends would never be the same. And it’s all thanks to the human-animal bond which is a mutually beneficial and dynamic relationship between people and pets that is nurtured by behaviors essential to the health and wellbeing of both. An abundance of studies have shown now and again that people who own pets lead healthier, more fulfilling, physically active, and emotionally stable lives.
I had a parrot and got dumped by this girl and was heartbroken. Granted I was only 14 at the time so I just started crying.
That bird flew down to my bed, ran up my arm and stared giving me kisses and wouldn't stop till I broke out laughing then it joined me.
His name was Elvis, he was my buddy for about 24 years and always was at my side when I was down.
Don't feel ashamed because your heart got broken at 14. No matter how adults view it, teenage love is a genuine thing, and your first heartbreak deserves to be taken very seriously - even if, looking back, it was never going to work. And some posthumous kisses for Elvis.
When I was pregnant my cat would just lay across my belly, he started this before I even knew that I was pregnant. Every once in a while he would lick my stomach. When I miscarried he moved up to my chest and would lay his head right over my heart. It’s been years but he still does it. It makes me cry sometimes but I know he had been excited about my pregnancy.
I had a pet rat once, she was the sweetest thing. Of course, some people don't like rats because they think they're mean and dirty and things like that, but whenever I hear that I tell the story of the one time my rat bit me. I was giving her a small piece of carrot as a treat, and she was so excited that she missed the carrot and barely put her teeth on my finger instead, she didn't bite down or anything, but I guess she realized that she almost bit me, so she then proceeded to lick my finger instead, like she was apologizing for almost biting me.
She was a really good rat.
Rats are great pets. Very social, very clever, very adaptable to humans. They bond with their human friends.
So to find out more about this wonderful connection we share with our animals, Bored Panda reached out to Monique Udell, an associate professor of Animal and Rangeland Sciences at Oregon State University. Monique is also a director at the Human-Animal Interaction Lab that researches canine-human interactions and cognition.
“We often talk about dogs as ‘Man’s Best Friend,' but actually cats now outnumber dogs as pets in many countries, highlighting the love many humans have for them,” Monique explained the common term “Man’s Best Friend.”
My dog legitimately saved my life. Long story short I was 11 and walking him along the road. Me not paying attention didn't see/hear the car coming at me around 60mph cresting the hill. He pulled on the leash so hard I fell over. The car missed by a few inches. F**king loved that dog...
My dog had been taught to shake. So when I held out my hand with the intention of giving myself another round of scars she did what she was trained to do and put her paw in my hand. I’ve never harmed myself since. I think she saved my life.
I have a rescue dog, shes half great dane and half English bullmastiff female. We live in the boonies on about 23 acres and there are lots of coyotes at night. I'd only had her about 6 months and one night I was awakened by her. My initial thought was that for some reason she'd gone crazy and was going to attack me as she was on top of me making the most terrifying noises you've ever heard. I quickly realized that she was crouched over me protecting me from the coyotes outside. I was very humbled by her bravery, she always puts herself between me and anyone she doesn't know yet she's incredibly gentle and my children adore her but she watches always
One of the most obvious and popular ways of showing our mutual bond is sharing pet pictures online. It’s no secret that animal-related content is the power engine of the internet, and many viral videos and photographs include an animal in one way or another. “It is clear by their online presence that many people find cats cute,” said Monique and added that it’s partially due to their retention of juvenile traits into adulthood (one hallmark of domestication).
When I was sick with C19, the cat we took in off the street stayed with me every second. When I would get up to get to the bathroom, he'd follow me down. And then come right back up with me. Racing past me and waiting at the top of the stairs. When I began to recover he'd follow me to the basement when I have my gym equipment, and stay there on some boxes until I finished and managed my way back up. He has avoided stepping on my DVT leg from even before I knew I had the clot. And now he comes and "gets me" at 8:30 every night to remind me to go to sleep. I've noticed on the days that my daughter is particularly anxious about her classes, or college decision stuff, he stays with her. He's kind of like a little "dog" Which might be why our dog, who can no longer make it up and down the stairs doesn't like him
My cat does this to my mom, following her absolutely everywhere. we call her a puppycat sometimes because of her constant running around as my mom moves throughout the house
I used to have a rescue tuxedo girl. When I had the flu and didn't eat for 3 days she worried about me. So she went out and got me a snack. I woke up to a plump little bird and a very proud, concerned cat on my bed.
Just existed. When I moved schools my sophomore year my mom got me an old man cat named jack. He was the one I talked to after and before school. He was the one who waited for me by the door when I got home. He was the one who cuddled me at night making sure I wasn’t lonely or cold. He never left my side as long as I was home and it did more for me than words can express. When you’re a confused teenager who’s whole world was just turned upside down due to your mom moving in with her a-hole boyfriend, all you want is a friend and that exactly what he was. If it weren’t for him I wouldn’t have woken up in the morning for school/work. I wouldn’t have tried. I wouldn’t have cared. He sadly passed away last month but I’ll never forget how he changed my life. You’ll never truly understand how great of an impact an animal can have until they’re gone. I’ll never meet another cat like him. Rest In Peace Jacky boy.
.According to the professor, “Cat owners share pictures of their own animals much like they would photos of their children—in fact, the term pet parent has become increasingly popular over the years,” she said. However, she added that “owners may be even more inclined to post pictures of their pets (versus children) online because they may perceive less of a need for privacy on the part of a pet.”
I was going through a bad break up when i was 22. This girl CRUSHED me. It sounds kinda silly now but then i thought my life was over. I was in my bed a crying blubbering mess, I just wanted the pain to stop I felt like a shell of my former self. So i got in my nightstand drawer and took out a 120 count bottle of Tylenol or the generic form. I opened the bottle filled my hand with 10-15 (I was planning on taking a few hand fulls).. I dont know why but i stared at the pills for 20 seconds contemplating what i was about to do, when my dog jumped on my bed and sort of nuzzled my arm with his snout and made most of the pills fall out. Then through the tears i looked at him with his big brown eyes. It was almost as if he was telling me........Hey big guy, I know your sad, but I'm here for you. and I love you. Maybe it was his big brown eyes, maybe it was body language i dont know. but just couldn't do it after seeing how he looked at me. I know he probably had no idea what i was about to do, Im sure all the knew was that i was sad. However i knew with a friend like that by my side i would get through it. I did get through it. I am glad i was able to, because i became a lifeguard the next year and have saved alot of GIDs (guests in distress). I had the opportunity to make a difference in other peoples lives because of him. I had to put my pup down 2 years ago but ill never forget what he did for me. He saved my life just by being mans best friend.
I survived stage IV cancer and a bone marrow transplant. Often I would have a hard time sleeping because of the steroids I was on w/ chemo. I would go upstairs to the den and would see some random sad commercial, or a poignant scene in a show/movie, and I would silently cry. I don’t know why silently, but my dog Fry always came up; without fail. He would sleep on my tumors during my treatment. I’m not religious, but if there are angels, Fry was one.
My mom had died two nights before and for some reason I thought it was a good idea to sleep on the bathroom floor with no covers no pillows. My cat scratched on the door to come in with me and slept on my legs all night and kept me warm. Never did sleep with me before or since. I miss her. Had her 15 years.
Cats sense when someone is unwell or troubled... When my father was diagnosed with cancer, his cat would snuggle under his arm and when he died, he'd creep into his bedroom every night and sleep on his bed....
Interestingly, “We now also know that bonds that cats form with their owners can be very similar to the bond between children and their parents and that their social behavior is influenced by their upbringing and human behavior towards them,” explained Monique, proving that it’s true that cat owners often perceive themselves as moms and dads.
Saved my life.
When I was a baby my aunt was on her phone not paying attention at all and baby me was crawling on our deck and then all of a sudden I fell into the pool my dog Zoie saw and began to bark like crazy until my aunt came over and saw me drowning. I was told I was under the water for 10 minutes and the doctors said I wouldn’t make it but I survived and it’s all thanks to her I literally wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for her.
1st thought: Poor you and what a good girl! I am truly happy everything ended well... 2nd thought: Everything? Damn, after that horror I bet family reunions were chilly and awkward...
My cat stayed In bed with me the entire time I had COVID. I was shocked because he’s usually an a-hole.
Whenever I was sick my cat would be right there with me or very close by. I felt like she was very protective of me. Either that or she was waiting for me to die so she could eat my remains.
One of my cats stayed by my side everywhere I went the first few weeks after my mother died in February. It was like she knew I was hurting beyond belief and just wanted to make me feel better. Same cat has stuck to my 5 year old like glue since my mother in law passed last month (2021 has been a real s**t year for my family so far). My 5 year old is struggling with the loss of her grammie so the my cat spending excessive amounts of time with her is a good distraction.
So sorry to hear you are having such a crap year. I thought 2020 couldn't be beaten for being the worst but 2021 is kicking ass. Hope you and your family get through the rest of it peacefully
My dog’s kidneys were failing, and as a result, he stopped eating, and would not take his arthritis medication on top of that. The night before I had to bring him in to cross the rainbow bridge, he somehow mustered up enough strength to grab one of his favorite toys (a toy crab) and left it by the foot of my bed while I was sleeping. Dexter was the best bulldog, and that final gesture still tugs at my heartstrings.
I have had sleep paralysis episodes at least since I was 7 (still get them to this day). My mom's dog Sugamama (a shih tzu) basically slept in my room during my gap year when I stayed with my mom. Whenever I would have a SP episode, she would lick my face and hand to wake me up and snuggle with me after I woke up.
I really appreciated that; if you've ever had SP, it's such an isolating and jarring experience (especially if you're having them at least once a week), and I was thankful to have her comfort. Part of the reason I want a dog now, but the circumstances aren't right currently.
I hope you can get one soon. If you want a really loyal dog, i suggest a jack russel terrier mix. Or a Pig instead of a dog.
My dog had to pee in the middle of the night and he did it in the bathtub instead of on the floor. I thought that was really sweet.
just before christmas, my mom’s close friend passed away after a battle with cancer. she was a beautiful person, too young to have gone. i think about her and her husband and children often, i can’t even imagine how her family must feel. on the evening i got home from the funeral, my boyfriend had brought his dog, which was a sweet surprise. i was still crying. normally his dog gets super excited when he sees me, but he immediately sensed something was wrong and became calm. he sat with me and leaned against me as i cried, didn’t leave my side. they both supported me until i was able to breathe again. it was such a bittersweet moment.
My grandmother took 3 months to die. I suddenly one day at home started sobbing, loud whooping sobs. My greyhound, we'd only had him a few months and he was very reserved, got up and laid his head on my chest. stayed there till I stopped sobbing. Then went back to his bed. So unexpected. I'm crying now and he's been gone 15 years. Bless both of them.
There was a stray dog outside my home so basically i fed him for 2 days and next morning he started following me when I walked toward my school (15 min walk) so at one point he stopped at the entrance gate of the school , but incredibly after 7 hours when I got out I found him at the same spot I left him in the morning.
My dog didn’t want me to overeat so she nicely ate 2 steaks off the kitchen counter while they were marinating. Moreover she even licked up every spare drop so I didn’t have to clean up either. What a saint
... and she'll be ready, willing and able to handle this responsibility as many times as required... just glad she feels appreciated... she's lucky to have you!
What a great doggie..."It was the marinade I tell ya" .. could not resist. When are you having more????????
Sounds like a great diet. satisfied doggo and weight loss at the same time.
I was sobbing my eyes out after my grandfather died a couple years ago and she (my cat) came up to me and just laid with me for hours. She didn’t move and just kept me company. It was nice to have that companionship. Even if she’s a complete pyscho sometimes, her sweetness outweighed that ten-fold.
I’ve had this large brown akita, probably about 95 lbs, female, i’ve had her since i was about 4. She lived to be about 11, when she was dying i was home alone and she was having trouble breathing and looked like she was in pain. i stayed outside with her trying to provide comfort in her last few moments but she refused to stay near me, she would struggle to get up and slowly walk away. i think somehow she knew what was happening and didn’t want me to see her pass. i know that sounds like a stretch but she was such an intelligent and loyal dog i could just feel it. a pets death never hit harder than hers.
First depression when I was 7 years old. I was sobbing at night and my cat went to lie against my face, licked my tears and rested his head against mine all the night.
what a sweet boy. He really loves you, and you are very lucky to have a cat like him.
I was in a bad state and was crying a lot . Suddenly my baby turtle climbs on my feet and keeps staring at me. I then pick him up and keep him in my lap,he still keeps staring. I begin to laugh and then he basically puts his head in his shell and sleeps lol.
My gecko pinky licked my face when I was sad and laid his head on my finger
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Posted it before so just a summary: a staffy named trinity (dog of a flatmate) helped me conquer my vestiges of dog fear, and stood up for me whenever my now ex bf would shout at me, and when he hit me she came in and protected me, growled him. I was worried for her safety, but ex didn't want to take her on luckily! She helped me more than I realised at the time. 14 odd years later and I still miss that wonderful girl
I had a rat who had an inner ear problem which made her develop a head-tilt and balance problems. Hand on heart, I swear to you that one day I saw her sister gently holding her up so she could groom herself. That's how I knew rats have empathy long before that scientific study became a meme.
Rats make the best of pets. During my rat Cookie’s last months (she sadly passed last Wednesday) her sister Magic was doing everything she could to help her. Magic was acting as a footstool so Cookie could climb into the hammock, cleaning Cookie because she was struggling to clean herself, bringing her food, and just being a great rattie sister.
Load More Replies...I'm disabled and chronically ill; my cat Magic has been the perfect support animal. She knows when I'm in pain, when it hurts to breathe. She has started waking me up just for purry cuddles and sandpaper kisses; I now know she's doing this when I'm having a bad dream. I also take her to visit my boyfriend who suffers from chronic pain too. She adores him, and likes to check up on him when she visits.
I'd be long gone if not for pets, starting around age.... 7?.... I hope to cross the rainbow bridge to be with them all again. Currently, whenever I am stressed, my house panther (black cat) will "chirp" quietly and bring me a toy so we can play. Either she's very sweet, or I'm very well-trained!
My sisters German Shepherd was about 18 months old when my son was born. She was very protective of him as if he were her own pup. When my son was 3, my mom was babysitting and dog sitting for my sister and me while we were at work. I came in the house and she said "Watch this." I heard a bark and my son giggling. Suddenly my son appeared out of the hallway with the dog hot on his tail. The dog touched her nose to my son's back, my son squealed, turned around and started chasing the dog. When they got to the end of the hall, my son would "tag" the dog who would bark, they'd turn around, dog now chasing my son. My mom said "They've been doing that for half an hour already." We let them finish playing tag so they'd tucker themselves out.
I have a one year old cat named Onyx. I started fostering him, his mom, and his five siblings at the beginning of quarantine, when the babies were a day old, and we kept two of them, him and his brother, Jynx. So, about a month ago I had a really bad mental health period (I changed the dose of some meds around January and they'd been messing me up for three months at that point) and I was going for a walk at around 8-9 pm, mostly crying and getting very close to wanting to unalive myself. I sat down on a bench around a block away from my house and I heard a small meow and my baby boy running up to me. I picked him up, and he immediately started purring (he does this a lot) so I took him home. He saved me that night, and will jump onto my lap whenever I fall back into those thoughts (I'm doing a lot better now). Even as I type this, he's sitting on me, watching my computer screen. I love this beautiful boy, and I quite literally owe him my life.
I have rats - Magic, my baby, and my other baby Cookie, who unfortunately passed last Wednesday. I was going through (and still am) a bad depressive episode (is this the right term? Please correct me if it isn’t) and would spend a lot of time crying at my desk. The rat cage is also on my desk, and Cookie would run up to the corner and look at me until I got her out. She’d try and lick my tears away, and was just so helpful. She was always a super cuddly rat, but she would lie on me for hours, occasionally all night, if she could sense I wasn’t feeling great. Magic isn’t as friendly as Cookie, but she loves to perch on your shoulder like a parrot. She often reaches up to your face and gives you ratty kisses, my baby. If it wasn’t for the rats, I might not be here. I was planning to kill myself that night; I had the knife in front of me, along with a suicide note, and was confident this would finally work. But Cookie and Magic were looking at me, and sniffing my fingers through the bar-
(I wrote a lot about how great my rats are, so here it is continued) - I just knew I couldn’t leave them right now, and went to put the knife back. Sorry if this seemed too dark, just felt like sharing how great Cookie and Magic are. Another time Magic was awesome - they were running around on my desk, and Cookie started falling off. Magic somehow caught her sister, and saved her from falling. It was just really sweet. 🐀
Load More Replies...I had a boyfriend, Dan, who was married and not good for me. I moved away. I got my FFB (Forever Fur Baby) when I moved. Heather was a gorgeous white cat with blue eyes. Dan came by eventually. While we were sitting on the couch, Heather, would bat him on the back of the head with her claws fully extended. She did NOT like him. She did that to only him! I did not see him again after that. I figured the cat had more sense than I did.
Good kitty! Smart human to get the message! Our family dogs always growled at my late sister's fiance, and the cats avoided him. She wouldn't listen to them. Drove us nuts. Animals run to my hubby, so I figure I got a good one.
Load More Replies...My current dog Shilo is the quietest sweetest goofiest most lovable dogs you could meet and wouldn't hurt a fly. Unless provoked. One day while out walking with him, a neighbour's dog ran out at me barking and growling. Shilo, who was about 50 yards in front of me turned around to see what was going on and ran at this dog barking and growling and saw him off. A couple of minutes later the same dog came running out at me again barking and snarling and Shilo turned around and the look on his face was priceless. It was like "are you joking me? Did you not get the message the first time round?? Shilo ran at this other dog tail up and bushed out his head down and teeth bared and chased this dog up through the house gate where this other dog lived and round the back of the house. From there I head Shilo really barking at him as if he was telling him "Don't mess with my girl, . This was 3 years ago now and that dog has NEVER bothered us since. He was really protecting me that day.
these stories are so sweet and it's making me tear up a little reading them. I miss my cat Mr Collins, he was such a big sweetheart. we are so lucky to have pets <3<3
My dog is what they call a "velcro dog" type. He hardly ever leaves my side. He cries when my hubs or son are closer to me than he can be & will try to get in between us. He's also a herder. When i get home from working all day, he grabs my hand & tries to drag me into his crate with him. Thats where he keeps all his things (toys, snacks for later, etc) & wants me all to himself. Hes such a mama's boy!
I have dogs, cats, parrots, rodents etc for most of my life, so there are many, but there's one which stands up. Was my aquarium fishes. I have couple school fishes, 3 kinds which get along also with shrimps, usually swimming around big aquarium and several mixed groups. Sometimes happens I have to isolate one, in case they're sick or just not behaving good,so I have quarantine tank next to it, ready when needed. So one fish acts not as usual, I run the quarantine tank and move it. I realized all other fishes grouped together at the quarantine tank which was unusual as it's not their typical place to keep hanging around. They took turns, grouped again... I realized what was happening only when despite all effort quarantined fish died. I think they didn't want to leave it alone. They didn't behave this way in any other situation.
I don't think fish get enough credit- that 3 second memory story really gave them a bad rap.
Load More Replies...I had a pet chicken (our only chicken, we don't live on a farm or anything) and whenever I cried she would start to cluck and basically yell, so I would stop crying and get up. Sadly, she came down with a mysterious illness and passed away last week. She was only six months old. Reading all of these made me tear up/smile and think of her. ;(
My last dog Samba would always stay with me in my bedroom when I was sick only leaving for the few minutes it took him to go out to the toilet and eat. He was just so loyal.
I got a story: Years ago, maybe 2010 or 2011, I was one night having a depressive episode. My mother's cat was sleeping beside me; I began to sob almost suddenly due to being so depressed. My mother's cat woke up, and literally said, "Mreow? o3o" before walking up my chest and giving me a kitty hug. I felt so loved and comforted. I still get a bit teary-eyed when telling this story. She's 13 now. Sweetest cat I've ever met.
I will always post this so people stop saying that cats are aholes . wrong it's humans that don't get it that are aholes.
As a child I suffered from severe bronchial asthma. I was allergic to everything and I mean everything from house dust to trees...but most of all cats. As I grew into adulthood I grew immunity to most of these things but still am allergic to cats. My sons first word was "gitty", not dada or mama. My sister had 3 and obvious my baby son grew to love them. I could tolerate visits to my sisters house as long as I did not come in to contact with them or stay too long. My boy as soon as he was able to talk asked for a cat and I avoided it for 4 years until his father brought him a kitten against my wishes. My son fell in love instantly and I could not say no. I managed to live with the cat as long as I did not touch him or let him up on my furniture, the cat knew this and respected this rule. One night, while in deep sleep the cat jumped on my face, while I was in bed. I yelled at him to get, and closed my eyes to resume sleep.
Damned if he didn't jump on my face and give a "rrreeeaaaaooooowwwr" sound and forced me to get out of bed to chase him into my sons room. Instead he ran into the living room and again gave that long reeeaooowwor sound and I noticed a smell and behind the TV there had begun a small electrical fire. The outlet was melting and the wall had begun burning. I was able to contain it. This cat that I never gave love towards, never petted...saved my sons life and my life. I f*****g love this cat, he is my sons hero and he is my hero. I still am allergic but have adapted by loving him and petting him with my feet and he nuzzles my feet...it is the only way I am able to love on him and it works for us. We have a brand new relationship and I am a cat person now.
Load More Replies...since the pandemic my mental health is spiraling down, my late cat that normally doing her own business with her sister and her daughter started to stick with me 24hrs a day, always there when I’d working -ruined my keyboard-, when I took a break, especially when I’m in my lowest low, she’s always slept near me and touched me with her paw and let me put my face on her stomach, something she rarely done normally. I miss her too much
My kitten will insist upon following me into the bathroom and sitting on my lap, and he'll scratch the door and cry until I let him in. Weirdest thing, I used to use school bathrooms to hide in and recover from whatever happened that day. I always felt alone, so I like to think he's my late company.
My dog comforted me when I was crying hysterically. He’s a big goofy english mastiff and legit just slapped his paw on my knee and licked my face (ew but aww *His tongue is HUGE*) and laid his head in my lap. Felt better almost instantly <3
Oh my Dog! Crying in coffee. I wish the one cutting onions would stop. 😭
I've suffered from depression for a long time but had been coping better recently. Unfortunately I had an unexpected breakdown (unexpected as I wasn't spiraling or felt particularly depressed) and I was sat on my bed surrounded by all the medication I could find in my house. I was bawling my eyes out and trying to stop myself from taking all these tablets. My female cat (the male was a twat and wouldn't have cared) jumped up on my bed with me and miaowed loudly in my ear and then licked my tears off my face. She probably wanted the salt in my tears but she crawled into my lap and purred a lot louder than I've ever heard her purr. Thankfully she broke through my focus on my medication and I just laid down and cuddled her. I eventually fell asleep and felt a bit better once I woke up. I think she saved me.
Posted it before so just a summary: a staffy named trinity (dog of a flatmate) helped me conquer my vestiges of dog fear, and stood up for me whenever my now ex bf would shout at me, and when he hit me she came in and protected me, growled him. I was worried for her safety, but ex didn't want to take her on luckily! She helped me more than I realised at the time. 14 odd years later and I still miss that wonderful girl
I had a rat who had an inner ear problem which made her develop a head-tilt and balance problems. Hand on heart, I swear to you that one day I saw her sister gently holding her up so she could groom herself. That's how I knew rats have empathy long before that scientific study became a meme.
Rats make the best of pets. During my rat Cookie’s last months (she sadly passed last Wednesday) her sister Magic was doing everything she could to help her. Magic was acting as a footstool so Cookie could climb into the hammock, cleaning Cookie because she was struggling to clean herself, bringing her food, and just being a great rattie sister.
Load More Replies...I'm disabled and chronically ill; my cat Magic has been the perfect support animal. She knows when I'm in pain, when it hurts to breathe. She has started waking me up just for purry cuddles and sandpaper kisses; I now know she's doing this when I'm having a bad dream. I also take her to visit my boyfriend who suffers from chronic pain too. She adores him, and likes to check up on him when she visits.
I'd be long gone if not for pets, starting around age.... 7?.... I hope to cross the rainbow bridge to be with them all again. Currently, whenever I am stressed, my house panther (black cat) will "chirp" quietly and bring me a toy so we can play. Either she's very sweet, or I'm very well-trained!
My sisters German Shepherd was about 18 months old when my son was born. She was very protective of him as if he were her own pup. When my son was 3, my mom was babysitting and dog sitting for my sister and me while we were at work. I came in the house and she said "Watch this." I heard a bark and my son giggling. Suddenly my son appeared out of the hallway with the dog hot on his tail. The dog touched her nose to my son's back, my son squealed, turned around and started chasing the dog. When they got to the end of the hall, my son would "tag" the dog who would bark, they'd turn around, dog now chasing my son. My mom said "They've been doing that for half an hour already." We let them finish playing tag so they'd tucker themselves out.
I have a one year old cat named Onyx. I started fostering him, his mom, and his five siblings at the beginning of quarantine, when the babies were a day old, and we kept two of them, him and his brother, Jynx. So, about a month ago I had a really bad mental health period (I changed the dose of some meds around January and they'd been messing me up for three months at that point) and I was going for a walk at around 8-9 pm, mostly crying and getting very close to wanting to unalive myself. I sat down on a bench around a block away from my house and I heard a small meow and my baby boy running up to me. I picked him up, and he immediately started purring (he does this a lot) so I took him home. He saved me that night, and will jump onto my lap whenever I fall back into those thoughts (I'm doing a lot better now). Even as I type this, he's sitting on me, watching my computer screen. I love this beautiful boy, and I quite literally owe him my life.
I have rats - Magic, my baby, and my other baby Cookie, who unfortunately passed last Wednesday. I was going through (and still am) a bad depressive episode (is this the right term? Please correct me if it isn’t) and would spend a lot of time crying at my desk. The rat cage is also on my desk, and Cookie would run up to the corner and look at me until I got her out. She’d try and lick my tears away, and was just so helpful. She was always a super cuddly rat, but she would lie on me for hours, occasionally all night, if she could sense I wasn’t feeling great. Magic isn’t as friendly as Cookie, but she loves to perch on your shoulder like a parrot. She often reaches up to your face and gives you ratty kisses, my baby. If it wasn’t for the rats, I might not be here. I was planning to kill myself that night; I had the knife in front of me, along with a suicide note, and was confident this would finally work. But Cookie and Magic were looking at me, and sniffing my fingers through the bar-
(I wrote a lot about how great my rats are, so here it is continued) - I just knew I couldn’t leave them right now, and went to put the knife back. Sorry if this seemed too dark, just felt like sharing how great Cookie and Magic are. Another time Magic was awesome - they were running around on my desk, and Cookie started falling off. Magic somehow caught her sister, and saved her from falling. It was just really sweet. 🐀
Load More Replies...I had a boyfriend, Dan, who was married and not good for me. I moved away. I got my FFB (Forever Fur Baby) when I moved. Heather was a gorgeous white cat with blue eyes. Dan came by eventually. While we were sitting on the couch, Heather, would bat him on the back of the head with her claws fully extended. She did NOT like him. She did that to only him! I did not see him again after that. I figured the cat had more sense than I did.
Good kitty! Smart human to get the message! Our family dogs always growled at my late sister's fiance, and the cats avoided him. She wouldn't listen to them. Drove us nuts. Animals run to my hubby, so I figure I got a good one.
Load More Replies...My current dog Shilo is the quietest sweetest goofiest most lovable dogs you could meet and wouldn't hurt a fly. Unless provoked. One day while out walking with him, a neighbour's dog ran out at me barking and growling. Shilo, who was about 50 yards in front of me turned around to see what was going on and ran at this dog barking and growling and saw him off. A couple of minutes later the same dog came running out at me again barking and snarling and Shilo turned around and the look on his face was priceless. It was like "are you joking me? Did you not get the message the first time round?? Shilo ran at this other dog tail up and bushed out his head down and teeth bared and chased this dog up through the house gate where this other dog lived and round the back of the house. From there I head Shilo really barking at him as if he was telling him "Don't mess with my girl, . This was 3 years ago now and that dog has NEVER bothered us since. He was really protecting me that day.
these stories are so sweet and it's making me tear up a little reading them. I miss my cat Mr Collins, he was such a big sweetheart. we are so lucky to have pets <3<3
My dog is what they call a "velcro dog" type. He hardly ever leaves my side. He cries when my hubs or son are closer to me than he can be & will try to get in between us. He's also a herder. When i get home from working all day, he grabs my hand & tries to drag me into his crate with him. Thats where he keeps all his things (toys, snacks for later, etc) & wants me all to himself. Hes such a mama's boy!
I have dogs, cats, parrots, rodents etc for most of my life, so there are many, but there's one which stands up. Was my aquarium fishes. I have couple school fishes, 3 kinds which get along also with shrimps, usually swimming around big aquarium and several mixed groups. Sometimes happens I have to isolate one, in case they're sick or just not behaving good,so I have quarantine tank next to it, ready when needed. So one fish acts not as usual, I run the quarantine tank and move it. I realized all other fishes grouped together at the quarantine tank which was unusual as it's not their typical place to keep hanging around. They took turns, grouped again... I realized what was happening only when despite all effort quarantined fish died. I think they didn't want to leave it alone. They didn't behave this way in any other situation.
I don't think fish get enough credit- that 3 second memory story really gave them a bad rap.
Load More Replies...I had a pet chicken (our only chicken, we don't live on a farm or anything) and whenever I cried she would start to cluck and basically yell, so I would stop crying and get up. Sadly, she came down with a mysterious illness and passed away last week. She was only six months old. Reading all of these made me tear up/smile and think of her. ;(
My last dog Samba would always stay with me in my bedroom when I was sick only leaving for the few minutes it took him to go out to the toilet and eat. He was just so loyal.
I got a story: Years ago, maybe 2010 or 2011, I was one night having a depressive episode. My mother's cat was sleeping beside me; I began to sob almost suddenly due to being so depressed. My mother's cat woke up, and literally said, "Mreow? o3o" before walking up my chest and giving me a kitty hug. I felt so loved and comforted. I still get a bit teary-eyed when telling this story. She's 13 now. Sweetest cat I've ever met.
I will always post this so people stop saying that cats are aholes . wrong it's humans that don't get it that are aholes.
As a child I suffered from severe bronchial asthma. I was allergic to everything and I mean everything from house dust to trees...but most of all cats. As I grew into adulthood I grew immunity to most of these things but still am allergic to cats. My sons first word was "gitty", not dada or mama. My sister had 3 and obvious my baby son grew to love them. I could tolerate visits to my sisters house as long as I did not come in to contact with them or stay too long. My boy as soon as he was able to talk asked for a cat and I avoided it for 4 years until his father brought him a kitten against my wishes. My son fell in love instantly and I could not say no. I managed to live with the cat as long as I did not touch him or let him up on my furniture, the cat knew this and respected this rule. One night, while in deep sleep the cat jumped on my face, while I was in bed. I yelled at him to get, and closed my eyes to resume sleep.
Damned if he didn't jump on my face and give a "rrreeeaaaaooooowwwr" sound and forced me to get out of bed to chase him into my sons room. Instead he ran into the living room and again gave that long reeeaooowwor sound and I noticed a smell and behind the TV there had begun a small electrical fire. The outlet was melting and the wall had begun burning. I was able to contain it. This cat that I never gave love towards, never petted...saved my sons life and my life. I f*****g love this cat, he is my sons hero and he is my hero. I still am allergic but have adapted by loving him and petting him with my feet and he nuzzles my feet...it is the only way I am able to love on him and it works for us. We have a brand new relationship and I am a cat person now.
Load More Replies...since the pandemic my mental health is spiraling down, my late cat that normally doing her own business with her sister and her daughter started to stick with me 24hrs a day, always there when I’d working -ruined my keyboard-, when I took a break, especially when I’m in my lowest low, she’s always slept near me and touched me with her paw and let me put my face on her stomach, something she rarely done normally. I miss her too much
My kitten will insist upon following me into the bathroom and sitting on my lap, and he'll scratch the door and cry until I let him in. Weirdest thing, I used to use school bathrooms to hide in and recover from whatever happened that day. I always felt alone, so I like to think he's my late company.
My dog comforted me when I was crying hysterically. He’s a big goofy english mastiff and legit just slapped his paw on my knee and licked my face (ew but aww *His tongue is HUGE*) and laid his head in my lap. Felt better almost instantly <3
Oh my Dog! Crying in coffee. I wish the one cutting onions would stop. 😭
I've suffered from depression for a long time but had been coping better recently. Unfortunately I had an unexpected breakdown (unexpected as I wasn't spiraling or felt particularly depressed) and I was sat on my bed surrounded by all the medication I could find in my house. I was bawling my eyes out and trying to stop myself from taking all these tablets. My female cat (the male was a twat and wouldn't have cared) jumped up on my bed with me and miaowed loudly in my ear and then licked my tears off my face. She probably wanted the salt in my tears but she crawled into my lap and purred a lot louder than I've ever heard her purr. Thankfully she broke through my focus on my medication and I just laid down and cuddled her. I eventually fell asleep and felt a bit better once I woke up. I think she saved me.