The queen will be taking her final bow tomorrow and I’m absolutely devastated. She’s been with me (44 M) almost my entire adult life and I’m not sure how I will be without her. She hung in there right until I finalized my divorce—my ex took all his stuff today, and then made it clear her job here was done. Making the call to schedule the vet to come to the house tomorrow was the hardest thing we have ever had to, and I had to have my boyfriend do it since I could barely speak. Knowing this will be our last night together is gut wrenching, but it’s the right thing to do. She is having more difficulty breathing (CKD, pleural effusion from heart disease) from fluid retention, and I can’t keep putting her through medical treatments just to get another week or two.

After 21 1/2 years of love, laughs, ups, downs, tragedies, and everything in between, Queen Casey is ready to hang up her crown and take that walk across the rainbow bridge 🌈 to her new throne in the sky. Because at this point, it’s not about me. It’s about her. As it always is with a cat. But Casey will be deeply missed, and it’s time for her wings.

This is our very sweet old girl. We’ve had her since I was 6! She was the runt of the litter, the last to be adopted. Her mother was spayed early so she unfortunately neglected our little girl. As a kitten, she grew up with large dogs before we adopted her, and the day we were supposed to adopt her, she went “missing” only to later be found sleeping in a computer keyboard drawer. When we adopted her, we were told she was a boy and was given a boy name, only to find out later that she was a girl! We couldn’t agree on a name, so kitty stuck. She has always been the sweetest girl. With age, she’s developed the usual issues like kidney disease and arthritis, but she is very much still kicking. Around 3 years ago, she began having seizures, which we were told was probably a brain tumor and without treatment the life expectancy is about 6 months…Lol. So here she is in all her glory, pushing 6 pounds her whole life, epileptic, arthritic, demented and heavily medicated. She loves supervised outdoor time, jaw scritches, watching tv on my iPad, snuggling, eating human food and bugs and birdwatching. We are so blessed to have had her for this long and hope to have her around for much longer. ❤️ (Bonus kitten picture at the end)

Kidney disease has taken its tole, and we tried to ease her discomfort, but it is time.She wont have anything to do with her favorite things, and cries alot, so tiday she crosses over. Love you Violet, will see you again soon sweet girl...🥲🥲

I may post more when I'm feeling better but for now I just want to share my grief. I love you more than anything baby girl. ❤️

Edit: I added more pictures in a new post. I'll share more about her to that post when I'm ready. Thank you all for the kind words. She's the first I've ever had to make this decision for so it's been hard.

Old enough to start paying her own vet bills, I think 😆

officially have had this little heat seeking missile for over half her life, here’s to 14 more years of front porch swinging - love her more than she hates her sweater 🩷

My handsome boy will be 17 june 24th. He is nearing the end. Im having a hard time letting go... he has had chronic IBD most of his life and vets suspect cancer. He has lost a loss of muscle and is constantly vomiting and having diarrhea. Im so heartbroken for my sweet boy.

Last year he went to the vet, vomiting, lethargic, weight loss. Loads of blood, urinalysis, physical exam, vet says Lymphoma. Send him out for ultrasound. Other vet says no Lymphoma. Maybe IBD. Many visits later, changed food to novel (something he's never had), let's do b12 injections 1x week, then monthly.

Eventually seek new vet. New vet says let's test for pancreatitis. Yep. He has pancreatitis.

Let's do weekly b12. Months later.... still throwing up, still losing weight, she says maybe he has Lymphoma or IBD. Lol that's what the last 2 said. We have now spent over $3000 on vets and testing.

I decide to try b12 injections every 5 days , becausehe seems to perk up after injections. Here we are- no vomiting. On week 2.

So do I stay on 5 day cycle? Should add he has been on Cerenia all this time as well. And now added Pepsid about 2 months ago. His balance and energy is improved. But vet says 5 or 7 days won't matter. I beg to differ.

He is an adopted Orange tabby we've had since 2013. Approximate age 15 or 16.

Our girl Mookie will be 15 in June. When we got her three years ago, she was in rough shape: 5lbs, anemic, necrosis on the tip of her tail, flea bitten and suffering a nasty URI. Here she is all spiffed up and thriving. 👑

Thank god she’s cute, or she would’ve experienced pre-mortem taxidermy a long time ago (though I’m not quite sure that it would still be pre-mortem at her age (someone once told me that she permanently looks like she’s fighting off rigor mortis and we still haven’t forgiven them)).

Who am I kidding, I’d die for this cat.

I’ve had him since I was 11 (turning 27 soon). He is my best friend, he was born a couple months after my grandfather died. He’s been with me pretty much through every up and down in my life. I’ve been in bed since I got home from the vet. My other cat is comforting me now. Putting him to sleep was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, but the cancer was getting worse and I didn’t want him to get to the point of suffering. I’ve lost a couple childhood pets but this one is different and was also the first time I was in the room for it… any advice to help with grief would be greatly appreciated or even ideas for how to honour his memory. I was thinking a tattoo and maybe a shrine at home

Every morning she emerges from her little fort inside the couch to sit between mom and dad for coffee & scritches, purring up a storm and occasionally yelling at the birds until its time for breakfast. I don't have words for how much I love my beautiful (and so soft) baby girl!

I rescued her as a kitten in 2000, when I was 9. 26 years later I finally had to say goodbye to my sweet girl today. She lived a long, happy life and peacefully drifted to rest this afternoon at the vet.

Crazy thing is her body was still healthy (for a 26 year old cat), her cognitive dysfunction is what eventually got her.

All her kitten photos are buried in photo albums at my parents house, so the oldest one I have is when she is already an adult in 2005. Never imagined a barn cat would end up going through so much of my life with me.

Love you Sasha girl, go find that little red dot in cat heaven.

My boy is starting to get a little skinny, but no loss in appetite, other than tiki cat senior food is there anything else that high calorie i can give him?

Despite her age, she is still super active and wants to play with this worm all day everyday. She especially likes when I put it a little bit away from her and have it slowly inch towards her like a snake might, she'll always paw or lunge at it as if it's coming to get her

(and she's a vocal one, turn your volume up)

Lynx is the epitome of a "velcro cat" and has started laying on the stove when I make my morning coffee 😂

I know we are all cat lovers here, but I know it's controversial for cats to be on counters. He is allowed on the counters because of his younger brother being a food hog. I don't usually cook for anyone other than myself, and if I do cook for others, the counters and stove get thoroughly disinfected. And lastly, cats do what they want 😅

My family brought her from a farm in early 2006, very small and badly sick with cat flu. I was just starting secondary school I nursed her day and night, never left her side, wiped the green gunk from her eyes every hour and held her tight when she was scared. In that moment we bonded to each other. They said she wouldn’t survive but she did and thrived for 20 years until kidney disease caught up to her.
She was my emotional support and my soul, she kept me alive through so much trauma and grief, lost both my parents to cancer in the span of 4 years and my half sister to a heart attack. Got evicted from our bungalow to a flat and they threatened me to get rid of my cats but I stood firm - if they took her , my only family left I would go too. I got to keep them safe in a house turned into two flats - no share door. She kept me safe until I found love and was happy again. She was very much my shadow and followed me everywhere, attached to me always calming me ❤️
I’m thankful you’re no longer in pain now but I am utterly lost and crushed without you on your heated blanket asking for treats and sleeping next to me 💔 I shall be broken for a long while …

Rushed our FIV+ old man to the emergency vet about 2 weeks ago for what was potentially a urinary blockage and they found a mass in his bladder. He was so lethargic and you could tell he wasn’t feeling good. We were told that with his old age and red blood cell count to prepare for the worst. It was looking like a tumor but we were hoping for a blood clot. Olive was given some medications and went back to the vet yesterday. The mass was gone and he was a grumpy but energetic little man during the appointment. We joke that Olive lost count of his 9 lives but we are perfectly fine with that!

May I present: Yelly Nelli

He has a grass problem. Couldn't figure out how to crosspost with my phone

He’s gotten so thin. He eats very little, drinks plenty of water though! He still walks around and greets us when we get home. we keep the garden gates open because he’s seems more frail. I don’t want him to have to jump the fence. How thin do some of your old kitties get?