I met my wonderful girlfriend four years ago and she came with Navy, a lovely chatty girl who was already 12. Navy's had some tummy issues but vets always assured us it was just IBD or general constipation, alongside FARS causing us to be extra careful of sounds around her as to not set off a seizure which meant no more time around the keyboard.

Fast forward to this past August and she begins to start having more stomach issues except this time there was blood in her diarrhea. Over the course of the next two months we saw her slowly waste away as she dropped from 10.5 lbs to around 6.5 lbs. Multiple vet appointments, supplements, steroids, and it just never got better.

On her final night two weeks ago, I stayed up to take her to a different vet in the morning when they opened at 7 AM as I work until the early morning hours. At around 4:30 I hear her wailing from the bedroom and find her completely limp with eyes bulging, another seizure. Her third in two months. After one of those she started losing mobility in her hind right leg but my vet made me believe it was just strained from the seizure. This one removed all mobility from her rear legs.

At this point I could tell it was time but didn't want to believe. We rushed her to the emergency ER where they confirmed the worst, a large hardened mass in her intestines around an inch long. Our options were palliative care, something we had basically already been doing for two months, a surgery with biopsy which was risky given her current health, or humane euthanasia.

We made the hard decision for her to be free from the pain. It hurts, and it hurts every day seeing all of Navy's things around and not finding her in her spots or hearing her meows. I feel like it's hitting me even harder because my own father has been dealing with intestinal cancer since his diagnoses in early December last year and the parallels are frightening to me.

I'll forever miss and love you, Navy. I hope you're having fun up in heaven with your brothers.

My best friend turns 16 today. Shes going strong tho shes refusing to groom herself and for a long haired kitty thats pretty bad. Im not sure if this is a subreddit where I can ask advice or not but any is appreciated.

I am genuinely at an absolute loss. My Momo after 16 years…He was my entire life since I was 13. It seems my life has just been a series of devastating losses and I just don’t understand…I lost my dad last year my mother and grandmother the year before and now this year my baby…I feel like a piece of shit for even thinking this but id rather go through the death of my mother then to go through this one…
I am not sure how to do this without him. He’s been by my side for the last 16 years… He’s been my everything and now what??
I don’t know what to do…I miss him everyday and this one fucking suckkks

It's tiring to be so pretty

I was looking forward to posting a Happy 17th Birthday post about my girl Lacey next month but cancer had a different plan. It took her so quickly.

We got Lacey in 2009 as a feral cat but she turned into the sweetest, most loving cat. I guess I just wanted to show her off, show you who she was. I have attached a few of my favorite pictures of her.

How do you all deal with the grief? The pain is unbearable. Goodbye, muffins 💔

About 8 months ago I had to put down my best friend who was 10, he was a Manie Coon, had him longer than my kids have been alive. He was sick and it was time, I was so devastated and still am. Still think it was a mistaken… anyway. My other senior cat is 13 and she’s just starting to not be well. Peeing outside of the litter box, although still poops in it. Doesn’t eat much, still drinks and loves treats though. Has always had a limp and was never in pain, the limp is getting worse but she’s not in any pain. Check it daily, poke and touch and it’s never an issue. Not in any pain and still purrs and cuddles every night. She absolutely hates people, so terrified of my husband who I’ve been with for seven years, only loves him when she’s asleep, he loves her I’m not sure why she’s afraid. My kids are still little so she hates them being loud. Taking her to get anything medical wise done has always been so traumatic, like for days after wouldn’t eat, bitting and hissing the vet techs, took almost a week to recover. So any testing is out of question. Plus a cbc and urinalysis is about $750 which unfortunately I don’t have the money for… doctor can’t do anything else. Not sure what to do, I don’t want to give up on her, I’m not ready for another loss… I know you’re never ready but it’s too soon since my other cat. I’m not sure what I’m looking for… my husband doesn’t understand how attached I am to her. I can’t just put her down. I’m so emotional it’s been affecting my work which never happens. I cry every day and every time I think about her. I am such a depressed mess. She’s my best friend, always there for me, so loud and chatty, been with me for 13 years. My teenage years to adulthood… so many emotions. Im a mess. Any similar experiences maybe.. Thanks for reading or not. I needed a vent I guess to people who understand cat love.

21 years is a long time. I was lucky to share so many of them with the sweetest, cuddliest and funniest cat there ever was.

Thank you for all the love and the laughs, Pelote. We're going to miss you so much.

miss Mercy Buttercup is 16 and weigh 6 pounds

Second photo - she’s glaring at Sealpoint Valentino is 6 and 16 1/2 pounds - ginger tabby Tony is 16 months and 13 lbs

I still wish I had more time with you. Ten years somehow still feels too short when you love someone this much. I miss the little things, just having you around and knowing you were there. The house feels a little emptier without you.

Thank you for being part of my life for ten wonderful years. I hope you knew how loved you were, my boy. I'd give anything for one more day with you.

Sleep well, Marmalade. You'll always be my boy.

So blessed to have you in my life for 18 and a half years. You have given me so much joy and so many snuggles. I have so many wonderful memories of getting to know you and seeing you grow from a shy little kitten who just wanted love to becoming my squishy chunk who was always happy to cuddle. My life is so much better with you being with me. I know you are with your big sister in heaven and no longer in pain. This warms my heart as you both have been a blessing and filled my life with love. I hold you both dearly in my heart forever ♥️

The anesthesia hit her pretty hard so she is very out of it, agitated but cannot walk. I am lying on the floor next to her crying and trying to keep her calm. But I know I am so, so, SO incredibly lucky that everything went well and she is here with me.

Hi everyone! I wanted to introduce you to my cat, Mauricio. He passed away 12 days ago, and I still can't believe I’ll never see him again.

He was my best friend, and he definitely changed my life. He showed up at my house almost nine years ago; he used to eat the food my dogs left behind, and over time, he won over my dog ​​Gianina’s trust—to the point where she let him come inside the house. He started by sleeping in the kitchen, then the living room, then my bedroom, and finally in my bed.

I didn't use to like cats, but he was different and managed to win me over. When he disappeared for a week in 2020 and came back near death, he recovered, and we became great friends.

We went through so much together; he supported me while I studied or listened to music—even when I was fixing the car. And I was there for him whenever he had a cold and stopped eating, or when he felt unwell—and he always bounced back.

He would always greet me when I got home; even if he’d been out during the day, he’d come back to welcome me—he knew my schedule.

He was serious, kind, and loyal. His favorite food was liver.

It turns out he had a heart condition, and he passed away peacefully in my bed.

Today, I’m accompanied by his adopted son and his partner, but I still can't believe he’s gone; he’s left a huge void in my home.

I miss waking up in the morning and hearing him purr when he saw me—unless he’d already woken me up looking for food, haha.

I will always remember and miss him.

Thanks for reading. If you’d like to know more about my best friend, I posted a video on YouTube so that his memory lives on forever on the internet. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=WZmjrFxLSEY

Edit: Thank you all for your very kind words, Mauricio would be very grateful!

I don’t have a clear reason for posting this other than to get my thoughts somewhere where someone can read them. Consider this a vent I suppose. This sub has been incredibly kind to me every time I’ve posted, I apologize if this isn’t something I can post in the sub.

I’ve had Suzi since I was 8, I’m 23 now. That said, I’ve never lived a conscious life without her, and it seems like that will be my reality sometime in the next few (hopefully) years. She’s been a problem-free kitty for almost her entire life until the last few months.

What my parents brushed off as a “sensitive tummy” was years long of IBD flare ups that I was completely ignorant to. Now, she has lung issues I have no name to until I can get her into a specialist, TBD, waiting on them to contact me. I seriously hate how badly they neglected this issue, but I resent the fact I didn’t intervene or research it myself. I don’t really have the funds for any of these vet visits, but I can make it work for her. I also know many people have cats that are thriving with a long list of diagnoses, I admit this isn’t the worst, but it’s never comforting to see your pet’s health decline.

On a lighter note, I just got home from work and my sweet ginger girl greeted me with all the enthusiasm and love that a kitten would have. Every single day I come home, I’m reminded just how much I’m loved and cherished by my kitty. She watched me grow up, as I did her, she’s my best friend and most favorite kitty granny-baby.

Again, I apologize if this is the wrong sub, I desperately just needed to get these thoughts out of my head.

Good morning my sweet Fifi ❤️❤️

hi all, this is obi. hes 11 years old. today, we all had to spend the entire day at the emergency vet after he refused to eat for a couple of meals and kept throwing up bile.

it turns out he's considerably anemic. the vets think it's either mycoplasma haemofelis or potential cancer. leukemia test came back negative, but any other type is still potential. hes on doxycycline for the mycoplasma just in case thats the cause, but his liver is slightly offset in the body, and an ultrasound revealed a potential mass in/near it. these are all things we will continue to manage with our normal vet.

my problem is that he still doesn't want to eat, even after an anti-nausea injection. he's a bit of a picky eater in the first place, and isn't very treat motivated. do you guys have any advice for getting him to eat, even a bit? we're going to give some churu in his food a try. if you guys have any experience with this we would really appreciate it. and please keep obi in your thoughts 💜