When I was a puppy I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was “bad,” you’d shake your finger at me and ask “How could you?” – but then you’d relent and roll me over for a bellyrub.
My housetraining took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed, listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because “ice cream is bad for dogs,” you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
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Feathered Angels 
That was so sad. I am on the verge of tears.
I love this it touches my heart & brings tears everytime I read it since 2004
This one brings me to tears also
This is not the first time I read this text, but it still moves me to tears, to think of the unconditional love our pets have for us, whether they be dogs, cats or birds, rabbits and all. In my lifetime, I’ve cared for many cats, one rabbit, two dogs and still care about a dozen birds of the parrot species, and its never easy to say goodbye when a pet leaves, is lost, killed in an accident or put to sleep because of untolerable pain or end-stage disease. But my commitment to them is through thick or thin, up until the end.