My sweet angel, Babes. The light of my life.

Edit: Thank you so much for all the lovely comments. You're all making me cry with your love and support; it's comforting and cathartic. I might not reply to each comment directly, but I'm going to read them all, and they mean a lot to me. Thank you, everyone.

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.

IT took 21yrs for you to leave me I just hoped form all the bad and the good u enjoyed every year you were with me

I've lost all of the 2005 pics since I've been lost tht phone but the oldest pic in my phone is 2015 when I started high-school so she's still a super senior by those standards I don't really remember the exact day I got her gifted to me but I was 5yrs old so I wasn't the best pet owner in my early years she ran way shortly after but 2weeks later she was under the porch crying and she never left my side since im ultimately destroyed im currently doing a gofundme to better my situation to take care of her but now im losing her instead im angry,sad,lost,and hopeless im deeply sorry I couldn't make you happy but I definitely tried my best with the little things I've had through out these years please forgive me when u finally pass( currently holding her) im not perfect im not right I'm just a 27yr old man with nothing and trying to make it all work im so srry

She made it 16 years. She has been with me more than half my life and I am devastated to have to keep living without her. I miss her so tremendously. I hope she can live here on Reddit forever and ever like she will in my heart. I miss you Leona🩷

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.

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.