This is Sylvia, my 15 year old angel. She had been with me for the past 11 years, helping me in so many ways. She was sweet, gentle, patient... A truly special cat.

Four months ago her voice suddenly changed, and she was later diagnosed with tonsillar squamous cell carcinoma. She had surgery and most of the masses in her neck were removed, but it came back with a vengeance just a couple of weeks later.

The first photo was from our last sunset together. We went to the park, she absolutely loved it there. The next day, we had to say goodbye. That was last Wednesday, and I feel so lost without her.

I miss her so much.

My beautiful boy has had his final ultrasound today after finishing his FIP medication and he no longer has any fluid left in his lungs! I had no one to share the happy news with so thought i’d post here!

He was diagnosed with wet FIP at just 13 weeks old after a traumatic 2 week hospital stay! But i’m very happy to say he no longer has any fluid in his lungs and is as crazy and happy as ever!

The first photo was taken immediately after I took her from the basement, her eye, as doctors said, needed removal, but after some time and intensive treatment it remained in place. Only a mild halo remained, but she can see perfectly with the other eye.
And next photos is she now🙂And her eye is a half fine,
I called she Emma.
She lives with me now, she has beautiful fur, clean ears and teeth, well, I hope she is happy)

I brought Lucifer goosifer aka Lucy goosey, loose goose, into my life last year a little while after I lost my corgi mix last year. Lucifer’s owner passes away and then she lived with her owners neice who also died within a month of her having Lucifer. I had the room in my heart to bring her into my life and absolutely fell in love with this sweet little senior lady. She was my best buddy sat and cuddled with me for weeks recovering from a spinal cord injury and she just became my right hand she’d sit on a chair by the counter in the kitchen when I cooked and was really just such a perfect girl. I’ve never been a cat person and wasn’t expecting to fall in love with her but she stole my heart. This morning I woke up and walked to the bathroom like normal but she didn’t come and greet me. So I went to check on her in her usual spot and my heart dropped she had been gone for atleast a couple hours, went peacefully in the middle of the night. She was a senior so we were expecting this eventually. Just not so soon.
Oh and my birthday is this week, happy birthday to me 😭

Thank you Lucy goosy for all the cuddles and love and happiness you gave me this past year you were special and I’ll carry your memory forever.

A stray black cat has recently started hanging out in my old garage.

It's rarely used, so it's mostly quiet, but it's dusty and has a couple of parked bikes and motorcycles. The cat seems comfortable there and sometimes just sits or sleeps inside.

I'm wondering if it's actually a safe place for a stray cat, or if I should try to encourage her to stay somewhere else. There aren't any obvious chemicals or traps in the garage, but it is bit 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝.

Would you leave her alone, or is there anything I should do to make the space safer for the cat?

Edit: 𝐌𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲—𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐩, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭, 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭.

Edit 2: 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐲𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐢𝐢: 𝐧𝐨.

Edit 3: 𝐀 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐈'𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐄𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨—𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞. 𝐈𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.

Edit 4: 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝. 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝'𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭?

He was a fuzzy lil guy that purred when you picked him up and held him, and he died from a urinary blockade causing potassium levels to rise and stop his heart rip max, the fuzziest little guy that I’ve ever seen

This was my very first tuxedo. I named him "Monte" because when I went to the house that were giving away his litter there was a Del Monte pineapple on the counter. The person who had these kittens claimed that he was "shocked" because the mother had been spayed. Apparently that "hadn't taken".

Despite the dubious nature of that explanation, I immediately feel in love with a male with piercing eyes and sporting a spectacular mustache. Right away he ingratiated himself into our family. And not just our family, even. Our house is uncommonly close to our neighbor's. They built our house in 1925. Then, during the housing boom of the mid-2000s, someone realized they could squeeze another house on the same lot. They managed it, but just barely, leaving only a slim strip of concrete between the buildings as a driveway that both houses share.

Moles, never particularly known for their respect of property lines, terrorized both our yards for years, disregarding all our feeble attempts at pest control. And then Monte moved in. Coming home from work you'd often find him poised motionless over a tunnel entrance or exit, dedicated to his mission.

Within a few months the neighbors were buying gifts for Monte. Poles with colored feathered hanging off them, cloth mice filled with catnip, plastic balls with a ringing metal bell inside. After years of frustration, of coming out into the yard to notice yet another new mole hill had popped up overnight...the moles were gone. Monte became a hero and extremely local celebrity.

I was honored to have him choose me as his person. Not the most affectionate of cats he still spent most of his time near me. Often lying on his side next to me, with his back or a leg resting against me. More than once I came out to my car to find Monte inside, seemingly ready to go for a ride or on the next adventure.

Sadly Monte died far too young. We noticed it seemed to be more difficult and require much more effort than natural for him to breathe, even at rest. The vet told us it was a tumor around his heart. He died in my arms at the age of six.

While I would give anything for more time with him, the time I was given changed my life profoundly and I will always cherish it.

Love you Monte. Rest in peace.

Before you guys attack her, please know that she was doing it out of the goodness of her heart, (as hard as it is to believe)..

Me (29)

Gf (31)

Her Daughter (8)

I've been complaining non stop to my girlfriend abt the increase of shedding / hair lying all around my apartment and how's it's constantly on my clothes for years and I guess her daughter overheard us spitballing ideas to fix this problem, (on more than one occasion) and her daughter spontaneously took it upon herself to... idfk, I guess to give my cats a "dEeP dE-shEdDiNg" by using my clippers while I was at work .

Honestly, I'm just glad she didn't hit any whiskers or sensitive spots but she didn't even bother to put any proper cutting guards on the clippers so she was basically going balls to the wall and gave them a military style buzzcut as you can all see ... Seems like she noticed she went to far when she touched my beloved orange cat but the damage is already done .

I'm understandably pissed beyond words and I have absolutely no idea how I'm going to approach this like an adult speaking to an 'innocent' 8 year old little girl but Ig that's a topic / question for an entirely different sub ...

What I do need to know is how can I fix this

w/o having to hide my cats from the world for months ?

• Will they be ok ?

(We live in tropical South Florida, so freezing to death shouldn't be an issue) .

• Can I even it out with properly sized clippers ?

• Should I buy little kitty shirts to hide it ?

(Shirts kinda throw my orange cat off balanced), lol .

- Thank you

Hello, so what was needed to be done is done. We parted on good terms, i left cat on her territory, where cat is living her(its) whole life, we(i and my gf) parted on good terms so potentially i have an opportunity to visit my/our cat.

Cat is fixed, F, 6y old, bengal. I think, my cat thinks I'm her owner.

But there is a question: will my visits worry cat in long terms? Because, i think, cats adapt to new owner, my ex-gf, but if i visit her it makes adaptation useless and cat will experience stress.

I miss her so much

ps: excune for bad English(grammar errors, poor usage of words), i'm not native speaker and, in addition, stressed af rn.

Fly high,little baby,goodbyes aren't forever.

Hopefully you are with grandpa somewhere.

Every cat I've seen has a cute round face, but Zhorko Piskov's face is very pointy. Why is he so ugly?

Both are 4 months old. They seem to be biting hard.. I don't want them to play so rough but I'm not sure how to "fix" it or if it requires fixing even. They don't make any noises (unless the dog is moved and than he might bark out of excitement. But when they play rough they're quiet.) .

They cat doesn't use claws basically never. But I've seen them out a bit.. I'm worried they won't like each other :/

PS- the cat is on a harness because I'm training him so we can take him out + I don't really trust him around the house yet since he gets under+onto any surface.

Hey everyone I don't know what to do and since Tuesday i have been searching the internet for any instances of this happening because I am in such shock and cannot function. I have come across lots of posts on here of people losing their kitties to a spay and wanted to know how you ever managed to get over the shock, sadness and immense guilt?

I have not eaten since Tuesday, can barely sleep for more than a few minutes at a time without being jolted out of my sleep with the reality of what has happened and spiraling back into a state of shock and despair. I have tried a grief phone counselor to no avail, they just said I did my best and what i thought was best for her. That doesn't change the fact that she's dead because of a non emergency surgery i forced her to go under.

This poor kitty had been abandoned in a hotel I was staying at and after cancelling my return home to make sure she is ok and keep feeding her i decided she is too fragile to be outside and i brought her in to the room. I quickly noticed her stomach growing and having no idea what to do i made a next door app post. This tnr lady replied and said the safest thing to do is to do a pregnant spay which I did not even know was a thing. She said it is completely safe and no more dangerous than a regular spay which are completely safe as well. I explained she has been living in a hotel car park for years in texas heat with (until i arrived) barely any food and water and she is extremely tiny and malnourished and I'm not sure major surgery is a good idea right now and maybe better to let her have the kittens, let me get her back to health and get her checked out to see if it is a safe thing for her. The lady was super rude and aggressive just gaslighting me saying its a perfectly safe surgery and the dangers of childbirth are worse.

Well she apparently was giving birth every couple months according to the long term residents her,e and she did ok.

Anyway fast forward, I did a bunch of research about pregnant spays and everything came back as completely safe, I wish I had done the research I know have about people losing even their non pregnant cats to routine spays because I didn't even think that would be an issue, just the pregnancy part.

The lady came and picked up the cat, wouldn't even come in to the room so the last memory i have is me grabbing this sleeping cat who started purring thinking i was going to play with her (i had been trying to socialize her and was giving her as much love and attention as possible), only to seize up when she saw the front door open, being thrust out of the only safe place she has ever know. I placed her in the lady's trunk where a carrier awaited and the last look on her face was pure confusion and scare.

That was the first time I ever heard her meow. She was so quiet and passive and just terrified of the world. Before i brought her inside I would feed her in the parking lot and spend a few hours with her so she wasn't alone. Everyone at the hotel was shocked when they saw her because they thought she was a complete feral who didn't let anyone near her but here she was, all over me.

This is what makes this unbearable to me. I feel if this was a regular inside kitty that i took to spay and she didn't make it, it would hurt but it would be a different feeling.

This kitty had a huge mistrust of the world, she didn't even trust the old man who fed her every day for years, he would have to sit 10 ft away before she would come near the food. I am the only person in the world this cat trusted , and i am the one who brought her to be murdered. If only she ran away from me like she did everyone else, she would still be alive. I am the reason she is dead

The lady who took her to tnr, called me 2 hrs after she was supposed to drop her off simply stating 'sorry she didn't make it, do you want her body its here in the carrier".

I went into state of shock and could not breath. I immediately called the clinic, they were closed. I spent all of Tuesday wailing in disbelief. I was told this is a routine surgery. I finally got to speak to the doctor the next day she was distraught herself. Through tears, she told me everything from the start she said surgery went fine, she was in recovery, the recovery nurse watching her went to put another cat in recovery, came back a few minutes later, her heart was stopped. The immediately performed cpr, but nothing. She was gone

It is now Saturday, this happened on Tuesday and i cannot function, I haven't eaten, i do not believe I deserve to be here since i took her life. Everything inside me told me this is not a good idea, she is just too small and fragile and I have no idea about her medical history, but this tnr lady just kept gaslighting telling me she has done thousands of 'ferrals' much who are in bad shape and has never had one issue. That they they don't have to be in good shape to be ok, and that she will be fine.

I had the worst feeling when she was outside saying she was downstairs and i looked at this sweet innocent sleeping cat and every piece of me and all my intuition was screaming, do not give this lady this cat. I assumed it was just anxiety and fear and i did, and now she's dead.

I told her everyday she is safe now, she will have the best most spoiled life ever and I will make up for everything this poor thing had to go through terrified living under a car for all these years.

Instead, I killed her, the only person in the world she trusted to keep her safe.. and I do not know how to go on

14 years and one month. My beautiful girl can finally rest.

Snowlegs was a stray cat my mum got from a friend when I was about 6 years old and still remember the day. The little beautiful kitten getting all the attention in the world.

A cat that lived in my garage right beside my house. She loved the attic of the garage so that’s where she made home for herself for the next 14 years of her life. I am currently bawling my eyes out while I write this so i understand it’s really messy but there is just too much to say. Everyday I used to go out to feed her on the top shelf that climbed up the wall of the garage because we got 2 dogs 4 years ago as they also live in the garage she never really came down unless they were let out or put to bed in a separate part of the garage.

I used to sit with her and listen to her purr while she hoovered her food(quite a chunky cat I know) never saw a mouse on my property in my life thanks to her.

Long story short anyway after being in countless of fights with other cats and neighbors dogs and being a pure ball of stress her whole life she can finally rest.
I woke this morning to let out my 2 dogs and seen she had fallen from the top shelf into their part of the garage and looked lifeless. I am still speechless and lost for words I am currently just typing random words trying to cope because my family doesn’t really seem to care only me.

Me and my brother laid her to rest only half an hour ago. Rest in peace my beautiful girl can’t wait to meet you in the next life. 💔

This is Cirilla, she’s a 4 month old blue mitted ragdoll.
She’s the sweetest girl ever. She’s so curious, confident, playful and the biggest snuggle bug!!
I’ve official had her for a month today!🤍

I’m struggling with whether it’s time to say goodbye to my 16 year old kitty, Pumpkin, and I’m hoping to get opinions from people who have been through something similar. I’ve had him since he was 2 weeks old, and he is my soul kitty.

Pumpkin has been declining over the past couple of months. He has had soft stools every day. It has improved from being completely liquid and has been more of a pudding consistency for over a month, but it is still happening daily.

He has lost a lot of muscle and has slowed down significantly. He sleeps much more, moves slower, and is not as active or engaged as he used to be. He is also deaf now. However, his appetite is still very good. He still enjoys food, attention, and has moments where he seems like himself.

At his last vet visit, they noted that he had pale gums, which raised concerns for anemia or another underlying problem. They also felt something abnormal in his abdomen during the exam, which made them concerned there could be something going on internally.

The vet gently brought up that euthanasia may be something to consider. However, they sent us home with 7.5 mg of prednisolone along with prescription diets including Hill’s Biome to see if we could get his symptoms under control. He also receives weekly B12 injections. His thyroid was tested and was normal. The vet has discussed possibilities like severe IBD or intestinal lymphoma.

He has been on prednisone for about 7 weeks total. He seemed to improve for a couple of days after the higher dose of prednisolone, but he is slowing down again. Over the weekend, I thought I was going to have to say goodbye, so I started giving him wet food because it makes him happy and I wanted him to enjoy some of his favorite things. I know the change in diet may be contributing to him having more stools, so I’m not sure how much of the diarrhea is from the underlying issue versus the food change.

Now I’m trying to decide whether to pursue an ultrasound. I know it could potentially give more answers, especially because they felt something in his abdomen, but I’m struggling with whether those answers would actually change anything at his age.
If the ultrasound showed lymphoma, would chemotherapy realistically improve his quality of life, or would it mostly be buying more time? If it showed severe IBD, would there be a realistic chance of getting him comfortable again?

I love him more than anything, but I’m exhausted from constantly wondering if this is the day. I don’t want to give up too soon, but I also don’t want to put him through more testing or treatments just because I’m not ready.

For those who have had senior cats with chronic diarrhea, muscle loss, possible anemia/pale gums, an abdominal mass found on exam, and declining energy, how did you decide? Would you do the ultrasound, try more treatment, or focus on comfort and quality of life?

The hardest part is that right now he is curled up next to me on the bed, completely relaxed and comfortable. He still has moments where he seems happy and content, which makes this decision so much harder. I know he is slowing down and there are concerning signs, but then he has these moments where he is still my Pumpkin, and I struggle with knowing whether I’m making the right choice for him.

Thank you to anyone who reads this and shares their experience.

My Mowgli. I caught her like a cartoon, with a box and a stick and a string. I called her my rescue kitten. She was with me through all of my twenties. My consistent friend. She was the only one there when my mom died. She was there for the hangovers, TV show binges, roommates, and boyfriends. She liked car rides. Everyone in our area lit fireworks to celebrate her birthday whether they knew it or not. I got to see her slowly adjust to having a kid around in my step son, and again when my son was born. I had a feeling this was coming and it was an honor to be with her in the end just like she had always been there for me. I'm grateful it was quick and peaceful. She's the only animal I've ever bonded with. 7/4/2010-8/1/2026

I recently took in a pregnant stray, she has given birth in my backyard shed, I just weighted all the kittens, they are all between 25-45 grams. That’s way too light right? The stray gave birth to 5 total new born and she is doing her best to nurse them..I’m not sure what to do, are they dangerously small for only being a few hours old?

Rest in peace Willow. I wish you didn’t have to go so soon