He is my 10th kitty loss in my lifetime. I am just completely shattered- goodbye my best friend, my sweet clever slinky void. I am so alone.

Good thing I kept her fur now tomorrow ill cut my dreads to add to her urn

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My sweet soul cat, Bubby (13, all black long hair) went over the rainbow bridge early Monday morning after he had a stroke. He was my best friend and we miss him dearly. Just wanted to share some photos of him and our other babies, Bean (11, tuxedo) and David (8, B+W). Drop some picture of your cuties in the comments:)

I met Dash (then 8ish years old) in January 2021 when she was surrendered to the animal shelter I worked at. She was immediately labeled as a "unicorn cat" because she loved to give snuggles and receive hugs, even at the shelter. She didn't like other cats so she became the office cat and she spent a lot of time hanging out in my office with me while I worked.

Suddenly one day she became extremely yellow, I have never witnessed anything like it. Her liver was failing because she wasn't eating, but no one wanted to let such a sweet unicorn cat go, so the choice was made to insert a feeding tube and find the root of the issue. It turned out to be her teeth, so almost every single tooth was pulled and she made a miraculous recovery. Because she's a fighter.

After that brush with death, she went to multiple foster homes to decompress, but she got thrown out because she hated other animals. She would slap and punch and hiss, so she needed to go somewhere that had no other animals because the shelter and foster homes were stressing her out.

Cue me, the only employee who didn't have any pets. I told my boyfriend it would only be for a week or two while she found her forever home, too bad we ended up being her forever home and she never left ♥️ She had what I hope was a wonderful life, enjoying sunshine on the balcony overlooking a pond, a calm place to live and play, and unlimited snuggles. We were told every 6 months that she was extremely healthy, just a little chunky.

In mid September 2026, she suddenly had very little interest in food, which was not like her. September 22 we took her to the vet and no one seemed worried but me. I pushed for a blood test, which came back clean. I was told she was probably just being picky, but I just knew in my heart that something was wrong. I pushed for an ultrasound which showed extremely concerning intestinal thickening and we were sent to a specialist. The specialist couldn't get us in until October 15.

What followed were easily the worst weeks of my life. They were full of medicines (Dash HATED medicine, it took 2+ people to accomplish), vet visits, emergency rooms in the middle of the night, and being told we couldn't do anything but wait. Wait for the specialist, wait for October 15, wait to figure out what it could be. All the while my baby got sicker and sicker.

Finally October 15 arrived. The specialist did another ultrasound and aspirate and said it was almost definitely an extremely aggressive intestinal cancer, one of the most concerning images they'd seen in a while. They wanted to continue further testing to figure out which of the two aggressive cancers it could be, testing which would be very invasive and would be another 2+ week wait. We elected that Dash hates vets, hates medicines, and hates car rides so much that we couldn't put her through that, especially when there was no curing what she had, only prolonging the inevitable. We gave her the new meds and waited.

Unfortunately, things must have been developing so quickly and aggressively because from October 14 until almost the end, she didn't eat a single thing besides a few treats. She hid under the bed most of the days, having a hard time walking, tail always down, but still wanting to snuggle her people. We spent her last three days doing all of her favorite things, whenever she had the energy and desire to, and we made the choice to let her go before her suffering got worse.

She was a stubborn little lady, she refused to give up during hepatic lipidosis in 2021 and refused to give up even to the very end. Naturally, she woke up on the morning of October 19, her scheduled rainbow bridge day, deciding to eat. I spent the entire day wracked with guilt and uncertainty because what if I was cutting her life off when she still had a little time? Was I a bad mom?

The doctor came to our house and spent more than two hours listening to our questions and concerns, helping advise us that we were doing the right thing. It's common for cats with cancer to have a slight upswing right before the final fall, and it was the humane choice to let her go out on the first good day she had had in weeks. During that appointment the vet told us that her veins were so weak, they could barely hold the medicine, she was so much weaker and farther along than anyone knew. Dash had been putting on a brave face for us, all the way to the end. Thank God the doctor was able to tell us that because it helped me to feel more confident in what we had to do.

It broke my heart to let my baby go 💔 I've never had a cat before and I know she was the best cat there ever was. She got me through multiple terrible years full of very dark times. She was my best friend, companion, and constant snuggle buddy. I couldn't watch TV without cricking my neck because she demanded to be touching noses at all times. She slept on my chest or my head every single night, purring like a motorboat the entire time, and she comforted me while I cried myself to sleep so many nights.

We had an extremely special connection, one vet asked me to help during her emergency ultrasound because I was the only thing she was searching for, the only thing calming her down. They said they'd never seen a cat who cared that much about their owner, and that broke my heart. I miss her so much already, I keep thinking I see her out of the corner of my eye or hear her scratching in her litter box.

I only got her for 5 and a half years, but they were full of wonderful memories that I will cherish forever. She even turned my boyfriend into a self described "cat guy".

Dash, I hope wherever you are, that you're no longer in pain and I hope you can forgive me for letting you go. I love you 🐈‍⬛💔

He has an infection in his mouth which was recently treated with antibiotics, the abscess burst and he seems a bit better. His 3rd eyelid unfortunately has been protruding which we believe is from his mouth infection .. after another round of antibiotics it didn’t change anything. Our vet is out of answers and believes it to be something more serious, but hope it doesn’t progress soon. I’m hoping to get his eye checked at another vet and get a 2nd opinion. I just don’t want him in any pain at this point, he squints sometimes which means it may be painful for him. Good news is he’s eating, drinking water, and still hopping on the couch or bed to cuddle with his dad

Mother, why do you insist on excessively photographing my butt floof? Why mother, why?

Lucky is 20 turning 21 this upcoming May and is photogenic at some times and a total gremlin others. Love her more than life 🤍

My cat, Leo, had a hyperthyroid issue that caused him to lose a ton of weight and muscle mass around his body. While standing, his back legs tend to quiver a bit because of the lack of muscle, which makes him lay his back paws flat against the ground in order to steady himself. Is there any way for me to help him gain some of that muscle back to help him?

We took him to the vet today and found out about all these issues (besides the thyroid problem.). he has been on a thyroid medication for a few months now. I love him and I want him to be able to live a happy and fulfilling life 😢

I’m not entirely sure how old he is since the majority of my cats kinda just spawned into my life when I was much younger lol

Hello! I have two 18 year old kitties and the vomiting is becoming too much for me to handle. The male cat eats too fast and so hes always been a puker. I have him on a slow feeder for his dry food hes a healthy weight so im not concerned with him. The female is having tons of issues. Her teeth are bad so she is on a wet food diet. I took her to the vet for her teeth but she has occasional seizures so cant be put to sleep for a cleaning. I have to feed her every four hours or so or she throws up stomach acid. Sometimes if too much time passes or I miss a feeding, she will drink a ton of water and throw that up. She has also always been like this where its like she always has to have something on her stomach but it didnt get bad until she stopped eating dry food. I think staying on her feeding schedule helps. The only other thing I noticed is if its a hrow up not related to a missed feeding or drinking too much water, there is always a hairball. I don't want to change her to a different food because she gets diarrhea easily. I also cant afford a vet visit and I dont know what to do and dont want to put her through a bunch of tests with how old she is. One of them throws up everyday and although I have a carpet cleaner i cant stay on top of the mess. It's really affecting my mental health so any advice is appreciated.

Mostly just writing this as a confession. I had a wonderful and very strange cat for 5 years who I suspect had some sort of brain damage, she was weird and perfect and I loved her so much. She was my first cat and definitely my soul cat. Our other cat (5) has clearly been lonely (even though our old girl wasn’t much of a playmate), and it’s been a few months, and I found this VERY, very sweet girl (1.5) at the shelter and took her home. She is wonderful and I have no complaints, she is even snuggly in a way that my old lady never was, which is something I wished we could have shared. But I miss my old cat.

I know I probably adopted this new friend a little too soon, I’m very clearly still grieving. I also know it is okay for me to be sad about my old cat’s passing while excited to have a new friend. I just feel terrible right now. I would do anything to have her back. I was worried with getting a new cat that I would feel like I had replaced her, but now I realize absolutely nothing could replace her. Having a little cry at work.

Wednesday, October 14th was supposed to be the day we said goodbye to my cat, Moo.

Moo is 16 years old, and I've had him since I was 14. I'm 30 now, so he's been with me for more than half of my life. He's been there through so many different stages of my life, and he's honestly such a huge and special part of it. The thought of losing him has been incredibly difficult.

Moo has been dealing with chronic constipation issues for about two years. We had managed it for a long time, but things eventually got really bad. The weekend before his scheduled euthanasia, he was hospitalized because he hadn't had a bowel movement and just wasn't doing well. We brought him home, and after everything that had happened, we felt like it was probably time to let him go.

So Wednesday rolls around. We're preparing ourselves, crying, saying our goodbyes, and having family come over to see him one last time. The vet was scheduled to come to our house at 6 p.m.

She arrives, gets everything set up, and starts looking for a vein.

And she looks.

And looks.

And looks.

For about 35–40 minutes.

At this point, it feels like an eternity. Eventually, she tells us she just can't find a vein and that she's going to have to come back Saturday with a nurse tech to help.

I'm sitting there thinking, What the actual hell just happened?

We had spent all day emotionally preparing to lose him, and then… it just didn't happen.

And then the next day, Moo completely did a 180.

He pooped.

He became more energetic. He was happy. He was meowing. He was coming into the room to see us. He was acting like himself again.

We were just sitting there like, Uhhhh… what?

So we called the vet and told her we wanted to hold off for now and see what happened.

And now it's Monday, October 19th.

Moo is still here.

He's had some ups and downs, but honestly, there have been more ups than downs. He's been coming into the room, laying down with us, seeking us out, and just generally acting like he still has things he wants to do.

I genuinely cannot explain how surreal this whole experience has been.

This cat was literally supposed to die five days ago. We had prepared ourselves. We had cried. We had family come say goodbye. The vet came to our house.

And somehow he just… didn't.

I am so incredibly grateful for this extra time with him. And honestly, as long as he's continuing to have bowel movements, staying generally comfortable and healthy, and hopefully starts putting some weight back on, I don't see a reason to euthanize him right now.

Maybe he just wasn't ready.

So I'm curious — has anyone else ever experienced anything like this? A pet who was basically at the end, where you had made the decision to euthanize, only for them to suddenly turn around and keep going?

Because I genuinely don't know how a cat manages to avoid being euthanized simply by not giving the vet a vein to work with. 😂

Sixteen years old. Sixteen years together. And apparently he's not done with me yet.

Five days later, he's still here, and I'm just incredibly thankful for every extra day I get with him.

Mitzi, 2.9kg, had what was thought to be a UTI. Antibiotics and Meloxicam prescribed. Fine the next day. 2 weeks later further bleeding- urine tested ok. Antibiotics for 2 days, Meloxicam. Was fine by next day. One week later bleeding a lot of pain - crying. Bleeding on her bed. Gave her gabapentin. (She has Stage 2 CKD). Next day fine.
Spoke to senior vet who said best thing is to keep her comfortable- the bleeding is her bladder wall tissue coming away. Continue with gabapentin every couple of days.

Question: Am I being told this is the beginning of the end?

This is Vasylyna. We call her our little grandma, but she’s still very active and makes sure every visitor gets a greeting.

You came for coffee? Lovely. You also came to see Vasylyna. She has decided.

She lives with us at Khvostyky, our rescue cat café in Vinnytsia, Ukraine. The ginger girl in the other photos is Sima, who was evacuated from Kramatorsk with several other cats.

Vinnytsia has experienced Russian strikes too. The attempts to leave Ukraine without electricity and heating are frightening, especially when you have animals depending on you.

And then this little grandma is there, ready to meet another person. We love seeing how much she still enjoys life. Keeping her fed, warm, and cared for is something we can keep doing, even when everything feels difficult...

Sweetheart was my last foster failure... I miss her attitude and cuddles. Her brother was my soul cat, but she was my goofy girl. Miss you sweetheart. See you at the rainbow bridge.