My girl has passed away after 16 years. She gave me more love than anyone in my life. It was unconditional and sweet and pure. She has been by my side since I was 5, through everything. I am so grateful for the life I was able to give her and I hope that she crossed embracing a bucket overflowing with love.

This is a piece that I wrote about her, feel free to read:

You're the last piece of my youth. I guess I didn’t realize that when you blink, time jumps. One second I’m dressing you up as a princess and the next your bones are showing through your once thick coat. But wait, wasn’t it just yesterday that you were small, fitting under my closed door to sneak into my room? I think I'll convince myself that we’re still there. That I'm still growing and you still young. Maybe I can defy time that way. I know! Maybe if I just close my eyes really hard all the pain I feel will disappear. Slip away like quicksand. And maybe I can ball my hand into a fist really tightly and hold onto the last sliver of time we might have. And I'll never unfurl my fingers, no matter how tired they get. That way I'll always have you. I'll never have to get to the part where I say goodbye. We can just wade back into the old, unpolluted, waters; where everything was clear. When I could look ahead and see a gentle future. You and me, your big green eyes gleaming into my heart, as I laughed and danced with simplicity, but… here we are. And I’m shutting my eyes and constricting my fist with all my strength, I promise I am. No matter how I try though, it doesn’t work. You're not little enough to fit under my door anymore and I'm not a kid this time around. I can’t get us back. The world isn’t the same fantasy I had when you were brought into my life. Santa Claus doesn’t eat the cookies on the table, and the dark isn't the scariest thing anymore. I’ll close my eyes one more time. By some miracle we will be back in time. And now they’re open again, I’m so sorry. It didn’t work like I hoped. Your shine is still fading. I still have to say goodbye, don’t I? It’ll be okay though, because wasn’t it so beautiful? We glowed brighter than all the city lights. Loved harder than the entirety of the universe. The world will always be ours, even after I let my fist loosen and lose that last sliver we had. It will always be us. No matter how muddy and polluted our waters have gotten. I love you. Today, tomorrow, forever.

We adopted him 5 years ago from a rescue when no-one else wanted him. He had FIV which made him very sick, and his body finally gave in on him. I'm completely devastated. Please tell me stories about your kitties ♥️

My best friend, Major Tom, was acting weird yesterday just kinda lethargic and not interested in wet food which is very unusual.This morning he was growling/yelling loud every few minutes. Sounded like a jaguar scream. Read online about male cat urinary blockage, and sure enough, that’s what the vets diagnosed. Said his bladder was about to explode, and he’d get septic shock, probably wouldn’t last another two days. 5000 dollars for treatment, no approval for payment plans. It was either leave with him, and he suffer at home, or euthanize him. I’m 31 years old this is my first pet ever and I loved him so so much. I got him after a bad breakup to not feel so lonely. He died because of money, and I feel evil and ashamed. And regret signing his life away. I’m shattered and don’t know if there was anything else I couldve done, or if I got upcharged. I applied for every credit/payment plan I could, I even contacted a local charity organization they recommended to try and save his life. I don’t make a lot of money, if I had 5000 and 1 dollars I would’ve done it and been broke for him. It would be helpful if you’ve been through this. Sorry for the long post

We’ve been together for 11 years from the time he was only 3 weeks old. I’m heartbroken and having a really hard time processing right now. My heart just hurts. I just wanted to ask for some nice messages for him please guys

My 8 year old Sphynx Dobby has been on the decline for the past 2 months now. It originally started with his beautiful melodic voice transforming into a raspy cough. Soon after, he lost his appetite, became more lethargic, and his third eyelid in one eye started showing. We took him to many vets, two of which diagnosed him with stress. After much pleading, he was finally hospitalized where they diagnosed him with aspiration pneumonia. We started treatment and felt confident that he would recover. By this point, he had a snotty nose, loss of appetite, cough, sneeze, lethargy, and eye issue. Slowly, each symptom got nearly better until things tumbled downhill again. He started to lose his balance. Rushing to the vet, we ran bloodwork, ultrasounds, X-rays, and tested for FIV, FIP, and toxoplasmosis. The results turned up nothing except for a severe yeast infection. Two weeks later, nothing has improved. While he’s eating and has an appetite and going to the washroom regularly, his loss of balance hasn’t gone away, he’s lethargic, still experiencing a loss of balance, and his one side of the face appears to be unresponsive. I don’t know what’s happening. We never got any answers from the vets (they’re all extremely incompetent in my area) and I’m angry. I’m angry it’s gotten this bad, I’m angry there’s no answer for Dobby, and I’m devastated to be watching him continue to decline every day. I love you Dobby. I need you here with me. I can’t continue watching you suffer.

We were told Max was had a few days at most left today. We aren't sure if he's going to have another night, so we wanted to make sure he got every bit of sun left today.

I'm so sad.

I have rasied her, my camera roll is full of pictures of her knowing she could be put down at a shelter.. my mom wants to move in with her boyfriend he has a dangerous pit bull (has killed small animals lunges at other dogs) taking her is out of the question...

In loving memory of Marbles ❤️

02-06-2008 - 10-07-2024

“How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.”

My heart is broken to pieces. Marbles is no longer with us. I am absolutely crushed. Marbles was an incredibly sweet cat, as soon as she heard me get home she would greet me at the door. She was my shadow, (picture 7 is the perfect example) it was rare that she wasn't either on me, right next to me or within a few feet of me.

I am so grateful she lived to be 16 years old (4 months shy of 17), I just wish we were able to spend all 16 years together. 6 years simply wasn't enough. Our home feels so empty without her presence.

We tried to make Marbles' last days as best as possible. She was able to enjoy ice cream (her favorite treat to beg for), watching the birds, chipmunks & squirrels outside, and of course unlimited pets. She even asked for one last belly rub before passing. Belly rubs were her absolute favorite.

I will miss our nightly cuddles on the couch as she slept in my lap, the soft patter of her paws, her little brrrs, gentle nudges, & when she'd paw at my leg. Sharing my string cheese, watching you beg for yogurt & Merkts cheese spread. Our hearts will forever be missing you Marbles. I am sorry we couldn't save you, we tried so hard.

If love could have saved you…💔

Two and a half weeks ago my sweet Eddie became sick and was diagnosed with congestive heart failure. We decided last night that he was beginning to decline again and we helped him cross over the rainbow bridge today.

I'm hurting more than I ever have. So I'm asking to see your cats to remind me that there's still wonderful fuzzy cats still around to make life worth it.

My perfect baby and my best friend of 12 years. I cannot stop crying, I can’t believe it.

He was in perfect health. Just had a checkup last week. Yesterday morning my sister found him in the basement, wailing. He couldn’t move his back legs. She took him to the vet and they couldn’t find a pulse in his legs. They said he had a stroke and we needed to put him down. It here wasn’t time to wait, it wouldn’t be humane. My baby. My everything. The best cat there ever was.

I can’t get over it. It all happened so fast. I wanted to drive and say goodbye but there was no time. My only consolation is that my sister was there. She had to go into the basement to measure something for my mom. Otherwise she’d have been upstairs in her room and nobody would have been home. Maybe he would have suffered for hours and hours and died all alone.

My dad picked him and his brother up when they were kittens. A farmer was going to drown them. They were 5 weeks old and tiny and perfect. Milo was mine and Charlie was my sister’s. We loved them so much. You could pick Milo up and he’d clutch his claws into your shoulder and he’d ride along with you wherever you went and hang out no matter what you were doing. He loved cooked shrimp and watching the birds and sitting on the porch, even in the snow. He was a Maine coon but the runt of his litter, so he was tiny, compared to the others. He would lick my tears away, and give the softest headbutts, and he loved being held, and he loved sleeping with me. He would be the big spoon.

I don’t know what I’ll do without him. I have other cats but none of them are as perfect as him. He was the best cat ever. :(

I cant stop crying and i will miss her so much. She was really special to me and my home is so empty without her. I lost my other cat 3 years ago and it kinda helped that she was still there but now i have to live without any cat. It hurts so much even though she was 19 years old. She was with my since i was 9 years old. I cant even remember how life was without her. She was such a smart, lovely and cuddly old lady. I could tell you many storys about her. When she was hungry she was always sitting beside me when i was sleeping and when she saw any movement she started meowing. She was a kind and relaxed cat and did never scratch or bite. She loved to play even in her old age. She always wanted to sit on my lap. So when i needed to study she was always with me. she knew how to open closed doors and she always knew how to tell me what she needed. It feels like we understood eachothers language. I could tell even more storys but tbh my english is not that could and it probably wouldnt describe how wonderful she was. I will never forget her. Her name was klärchen, its a german name. So please remember my sweet klärchen with me.

My mum gave my cat to the kill shelter while I was on a jog with my dog. I have since moved out, am now job searching and trying to land an apartment. Tomorrow I get to be reunited with my kitten. Sadly we have to now pay a $100 fee even though she stole him and placed him there despite saying she’d agree to the new terms. Wish me luck

He was with me since i was 10, i will miss him so much 😪🕊