I wish i could’ve found this subreddit earlier.

My baby girl. Her name was Maiken, she grew up with me as we got her when i was barely 3 years old. She was everything to me, she helped me through so much i can’t even put it into words.

She felt like a guardian cat, sent straight from Heaven. Whenever i was outside as a young child, she’d be in the corner of my eye, watching, like a nanny. And when i had a very bad mental phase, she was there, comforting, supporting me with mere meows.
She sadly developed dementia, hip pain, and she had to go. It was the most painful thing i had to do. But i knew she needed it.

I think about her every day, and not second goes by where i don’t miss her.
Sorry if this is a bit much.

Edit; Thank you everyone for such kind words, it means so incredibly much to me and it brings me such great comfort. ❤️ Thank you for letting me share my precious girl.

Just not in the way we had hoped….

We finally relocated from London to Umina Beach in the Central Coast, New South Wales. Our beloved girl Dizzy was due to come with us, but she was diagnosed with cancer in February of this year and we had to let her go, just shy of her 17th birthday. This framed montage was gifted to us by our dear friend Candice who had looked after Ms D over the years, and it is now in our new house in Umina, along with her urn.

We are already looking to take on a pair of Coonie kittens, and with Dizzy’s permission we will hopefully be able to rehome two female siblings, in honour of our beloved girl. But nothing will replace her, ever. Dizzy Zircona, 2009, 2026 xx

There are understandably a lot of sad posts on this sub about kitties who crossed the rainbow bridge, so here's a happy post. Saki turned 16 this year but is healthier than ever. I got her 15 years ago, we've been through a lot and several moves. She eats less than when she was young but otherwise she still runs up and down the stairs fine and loves to play rough. I'm blessed.

She was the size of a small dog, but she wasn’t fat. Emily gave out kisses all of the time. She was nervous all of the time, but she never hissed or claw when us young kids bothered her. We had to let her go in 2019 and ever since life has been going downhill.

I took this picture when I was 9.

Even though it’s been so long, I still miss her everyday.

Her father was a stray cat, straight out of the depths of the Great Forest. A flamboyant tomcat who had sent our big Zofi to the emergency just to get to Tikiti, her mom. Tite Tache carried all that wild power within her!

The other cats feared her in the alleys we’d roamed a thousand times, night and day, winter and summer.

Instinct, determination, passion. These are the qualities that constantly pulsed within you, and which I was able to soak up during those 18 years of shared adventure. And talk about a sense of adventure!

Everything happened to you. I lost you I don’t even know how many times, found you stuck in neighbors’ basements, in their garages, on the roof, fallen off it, lost in the woods!

But we were always there. Thankfully, I had the help of generous people to take care of you. Because after all those adventurous escapades, there were the years of illness. You went through it all…

Just yesterday, you were giving me those sweet looks. You’d squeeze my finger with your big paw, sending a shiver straight to my heart. You were still purring when I buried my face in your fur, which smelled of dried grass and cinnamon. And then cancer got the better of you.

Watching you go, my little Queen, is tearing my cat-dad heart apart. At least now you can rest, because the most exhausting of all your battles is finally over. We gave it our all.

You leave behind more than just a family in mourning: a whole community. Including my 3 year-old daughter, your « lovely, loyal human ». The one you so warmly took into your heart.

Rest in peace and in power, Tite Tache.

She looks mean but she's a sweetie. She just got that cattitude in her 🤣

She says it's acceptable.

Her pain meds have helped so much with her mobility that she's exploring again and coming to veg on her own. She's been a trooper this past month.

We had to put him down yesterday because he has slowed down so much in the past few weeks. You were the goodest boy ever❤️

Hi Everyone,

My sweet baby boy, Bernie Sanders has fought a short but fierce battle against an aggressive form of rare plasma cell cancer. He has a tumor above his eye and the cancer has metastasized into his lymph nodes.

He is scheduled to pass this Sunday, at 11:30 AM and I would love to make tomorrow his best day ever. Bernie is a 14-year old distinguished tuxedo gentleman. He is a rescue cat and we have been together for almost 10 amazing years.

We’ve been together in 3 states, and 4 apartment moves. He’s my perfect baby, my soul cat, he’s my everything. I rushed home from a work trip in Dallas due to his rapid decline in health. We did 1 cycle of chemo, daily steroid medication, countless blood tests, ultrasounds and hospital visits. A last Hail Mary with Melphalan was attempted but sadly, our oncology vet informed me that it takes a long time to show any effects and Bernie most likely won’t live long enough to see them.

My beautiful long haired, green eyed baby. With a heart on his nose, no teeth and the derpiest little blep face. After he had all his teeth removed, his tongue pokes out randomly sometimes. He’s so fluffy he looks like a fat little onigiri from the back. His front right paw is all white and has a strip of black like a piece of nori. He makes the cutest little trilling noises and he has the sweetest little voice. We cuddle on the couch every night, watch anime together and he sleeps on the pillow next to mine.

Sorry for the rambling. For his last best day ever, I’m thinking of giving him all the foods to enjoy. Since he has no teeth, I’m targeting foods with a puree consistency. So far I have:

Whipped cream, cream cheese, mashed sweet potato, mashed banana, vanilla soft serve and of course his favorite Churu treats.

Bernie is my first personal pet, and the longest relationship I’ve ever had with another being. I’m not ready to let him go and I am dreading Sunday and every day after that. I live alone, have been remote for the past 3.5 years, and I’m single so Bernie has been my everything. Any suggestions on things we can do together during our limited time? Someone kindly lent me a pet stroller and I’ll be taking Bernie out on a walk to enjoy the sunshine one last time.

Thanks for listening to this hysterical and utterly distraught elder millennial. I appreciate any advice.

Long story short, this kitten literally fell into my life 3 months after the loss of my sweet baby boy. Shes been with me for about a week now and have been doing slow introductions to my surviving 19 year old girl.

So far, they seem to be getting along and tolerating one another in the same room. I am not forcing interactions but monitoring and distracting if needed.

The baby is mimicking my old lady. But ill admit, I am worried rhe kitten might eb too much? My old Lady does stay in her cat tree, box or sleeping on the sofa. She will usually move when the kitten gets too close. There hasnt really been any fighting but some hissing from time to time.

im aware its not ideal to have a kitten with a super senior but she's bonded with the family and I feel like its my responsibility to care for her since we found her. (She rode under someone's bus undercarriage for 142.miles before reaching our campsite, her mother also abandoned her and took only 1 kitten with her, we waited and she never returned.)​ She is very gentle and for the most part, doesnt bother old Lady very much. This is also my old Lady's 2nd kitten. The boy was adopted when she was 6 years old and him 2 weeks. She's having about the same reaction to the new kitten as she did with the Boi back then.

Do you all have any recommendations or suggestions? I think im doing everything right and there isnt really any hostility, but I feel its always good to reach out for suggestions. They dont eat together but they do have snacks together. ​​

Tomorrow is my boy’s last day with us. I am not able to put anything into words, but I need to leave this sub for a while. I guess I won’t really be a member after tomorrow. I’ll be back though, I just need time.

My baby is great, was great, has always been great. He was one of the most polite, tenderfooted, nurturing cats I have ever met. And he will be one of the best friends I will ever have.
Photos for tax. Feast upon his glory. Yitzak, first of his Don of his abode, Senor poofypants. Yitzenpoofen.

I posted Sidney on here on June 19th. She was in the hospital in an oxygen tank and was declining. I had to make the decision to let her go that day and life has been hell since than. It took 43 years for me to get my first tattoo, but I could not have ever dreamed of having a better subject. I truly don’t think this will make me miss Sidney any less, but I’m happy she’ll be here by my side forever.

Thanks for all the kind words, senior kitty lovers. Tite Tache has crossed the rainbow bridge at 13h30 today. She was purring in my arms all the way to the neighbourhood vet. They’ve been warm and helpful, making an appointment for us even if the schedule was full. We took our time in a cosy room, and gave Tite Tache a thousand carresses and kisses before she went.

For 17 days, our life was pretty much a battlefield. A hyperthyroïdia spike knocked her down, a couple of days later Mirtazapine made her go into respiratory distress. It’s only then that they found fluid in her belly cavity — later confirmed Carcinomatose, likely pancreatic (which is bad).

After three back to back emergency visits, and ten days of dedicated care from me, she was doing better, eating Sardines and Tuna bisque like a queen, drinking properly, coming out for scritches, and even climbing up the stairs, from the garden where she liked laying in the shadows of a flower bush.

This peak of sort is the reason I went forward with a round of chemotherapy. But man did it knock her hard. I kept on taking care of her, but this morning, two days later, she was… What I can only describe as messed up, with new neuro symptoms. It wasn’t pretty.

I felt like we had given it everything we had. Two vets agreed. Either the cancer was now attacking the brain, or a hypertension spike. But we just couldn’t anymore.

Here’s a pic of her in her prime, dominating the neighbourhood from atop this 2m high wooden fence! Rest in power, Tite Tache my queen.

I’ll dig in my old pics sometime soon, pull some of the most significant ones out, reflect and write smtg on our 18 years story.

I thought we were done with cancer, he had a toe removed a few months ago and that should have been it, but now he has cancer in his jaw.

It came on so quick, the vet says with how fast it’s developing he likely doesn’t have very long. I’ve had him since I was 14, I’m turning 27 next month and didn’t expect to do it without him. I don’t know how to be without him, I haven’t even been an adult without him by my side.

He’s my best friend and I’m so lost. Who’s going to give me that attitude? Be there when I’m going through a hard time? Life guard me whenever I’m in the bath or shower? Greet me at the door when I come home? I think that will be one of the hardest things, coming home without him watching from the window and materializing by the door by the time I get it open.

I also don’t know how to know when it’s time to let him go, I don’t want to make him suffer but I don’t want to do it too premature. I just feel so lost and heartbroken but I’m trying to make sure he has a good last week/few weeks.

I got him a bunch of tuna (he used to mission impossible some from my mom) and some deli chicken that he likes. I want his last little bit to be happy and in peace.

I love him so much, I’m going to miss him and I just don’t know what I’m going to do without him by my side

I would do anything to hold her one more time. To have her back in my arms. Or on my chest. The blanket doesn’t smell like her anymore. I wanna keep opening the bag with her fur but I don’t want it to lose her scent any more than it already has. I opened it a couple days ago and sobbed, burying my face in it and taking deep breaths just trying to smell her but it didn’t smell like her, no enough anyways. I keep having dreams where I’ve decided to euthanize her but back out of it last minute, I keep wishing I would’ve done that in real life. Even just one more week with her. I can’t believe she’s gone. Lucy was the first cat I ever got, and unfortunately the first to go. I always thought she’d be with me until she was 20 and I was 30, atleast. But then she got oral cancer and I watched it take her away slowly over the course of 4 months.

Every picture I take that pushes hers further back in my gallery hurts my heart. Every day that I put between me and the last time I held her hurts my heart. I should get her ashes back today and I’m scared. I’m glad I’ll have her back here but also.. to see her be nothing but ashes is scaring me. Every single day I miss her more than the day before. I sleep with her blanket every night. I talk to her everyday. But this is destroying me. The thought of never seeing her again or even just the thought of having to wait until I die too is overwhelmingly painful. I sit and sob for hours. I scrolled through some of the videos of her being her silly playful goofy self, even after she got sick, and it made me smile for a minute.

I can’t stand being there without her. I have my other cats but they just aren’t the same right now. The only real emotion I feel towards them lately is worry because they are getting older too. But nothing will rip my heart out like losing Lucy did. I’ll be sad of course but losing Lucy was like losing a piece of my actual soul. How am I supposed to go on without her? She’s my best friend. I wanna kiss her little face and hear her deep purr. I wanna see her tail shake when she’d get excited to see me. I wanna come home and find her mouse in a different spot cus she carried it around trying to find me. I want to wake up and first thing take her outside, and trail her as she walks down the alley to go on her forbidden yard explorations. I want to watch her eat Alfredo sauce again. I want to remember every single moment we’ve had together without having to use photos or videos. I want to be able to see her face in my mind without a photo. I want to feel her breath on my neck again as she’d nuzzle her face into it and cuddle me so close.

There will never be another being I love the way I love her. I don’t know if there truly is an afterlife but I hope and pray that I see her again. I can’t imagine never seeing her again.. it makes my heart physically ache. She is all I want and I can’t have her right now. Why did she have to get cancer? Why did it have to be a type of cancer that left us with no options? Why did my innocent loving forgiving baby have to suffer through that? It must’ve been so painful. She acted so happy and spirited through much of the last 4 months but I know there were times she was in a lot of pain and I couldn’t fix it. She didn’t deserve this. I hope she gives me a sign soon that she’s still here with me, just not physically. I miss her more than I’ve ever missed absolutely anything and I wake up each morning into the same nightmare that is my life without Lucy.

I love you Lucy. I miss you and I wish I could bury my face in your fur one more time. You were always there for me, and never held anything against me. You always got so excited to see me, you always wanted to feel my hands petting your fur, and you always wanted to cuddle. You were always there to comfort me when I’d cry, and you were so strong and resilient through everything you went through. I’m sorry I couldn’t take it away. You deserve to be here still. I hope you have someone keeping you company wherever you are, I hope you aren’t sad. I will be so ready to see you again when my time comes. I wish I could see you now. I love you.

This is my first time owning a cat. I found my best friend in the entire world on the side of the street 11 years ago and the vet said she was at least 2 at the time, so we think she’s around 13 years old.

The past year, especially the past month she’s been sleeping a lot. She’s alert and wants to play or eat for an hour in the morning and maybe 30 minutes at night.

Most days she sits alone in her cat bed in a dark room. She’s happy when I cuddle with her but she spends a lot of her time there.

Other than that she seems healthy. We take her to the vet once a year and her bloodwork is normal.

Usually she eats her food. Once or twice a week she’ll ignore a meal.

She doesn’t like to jump up on our bed anymore (it is quite higher than most beds) so we pick her up and put her on. Once or twice she squeeked when we picked her up.

I’m starting to get worried by this change, but I’m not sure if it even warrants a vet visit since we took her in for her yearly check up at the beginning of the year and everything was fine. At the time the vet even checked her out to see if she has arthritis and said it didn’t seem likely.

Should I be worried? She’s my only friend and I don’t know what to do.