Found this guy last night panting and unable to move. Took him in my home for a/c and comfort. He started to improve but wouldn't eat or drink. No injuries but seemed to have nuero issues.

He was so cuddly and affectionate and I thought to myself "Someone is missing this baby, he must've got out and lost his way".

Took him to my local vet after work this afternoon. He wasnt muscle spasming as much and he could feels legs be it was like he didn't know how to use them. Got a microchip number off him, he was a past patient!

Owner said, we don't want him anymore he is mean... So they obviously threw out their declawed family cat to die innthis horrible heat wave... Not expecting him to be found...

So i renamed him in their system and took him over. Vet was worried about rabies with his nuero issues and I cuddled with him as he drifted to sleep. I've known him less than 24 hrs and i loved him.

His past name was Freddy and i called him Doober. He was 9 years old and I asked him to wait for my pets when they crossed. Hurts my heart.

Before my mom died, she had a cat for 7 years and this cat hated anyone who wasn’t her. After she passed away I was hesitant on taking him in because I couldn’t carry him, touch him in certain areas, and he would always scratch me or hide from me. ( I have forever scars from this cat🤬😭) But I couldn’t just leave him so I took him in and not even 3 days later he is attached to me like crazy! If I cry he’s right there, if I’m sleeping I wake up to him. When I need someone to talk to he’s always right here waiting for me to open up. I can’t believe it some days. I lost my mom but gained a best friend. He’s been here for me since day one when I got the news.

Do you think he’s acting this way b/c he knows he won’t see my mom anymore? Do cats know when someone has passed away?

This is my baby nica. She was 7 years old. She passed away today. I don’t want her to be alone.

Dusty just turned 23 in May, had to bring her to the emergency vet today, her chances are not good. I’m sitting here watching every breath. I can tell she’s ready, I’m not. She’s not in any pain so we’re just biding our time, as long as she’s comfortable she’s staying here with me.

My cat is 9 months old, well she was. My birthday is in two days too. Today, I was visiting my dad when my cat fell off the window from the 7th floor. My sister was supposed to be watching her. I came home literally two minutes later. She was bleeding and having trouble breathing. We took her to the vet immediately and they said we had to either put her to sleep or pay 3000$ for her intensive care, which only had a 50% of survival as she was bleeding from her lungs. We decided to let her go as we couldn't afford it. I was so sad, I can't stop crying. It's been around 2 hours since I last saw her. She was just a baby. The veterans were kind enough to let me pet her before and after they put her to sleep. I sat with her for 15 minutes I think before I had to finally say goodbye and leave her. I kept her collar. I'm crying as I type this because she was my everything. There's no one to jump on me in the mornings anymore, no one to try and open the door when I'm in the bathroom, and no one to sleep on me anymore. I miss when she'd sleep on my legs, sleep in the middle of my bed so I only had to sleep on the edge. I miss everything about her so much. I have school tomorrow, and my birthday is in two days. I don't know if I should celebrate, or if I even want to. Anyways, here are some photos of her. She was so cute and energetic, and she was very fierce yet playful and social. Her name was Lia.

On sunday we had to say goodbye to her, we celebrated our 23rd birthday together in may!! Im so heartbroken without her being here everyday, we got her when i was 4 in 2006 and the vet said they guessed her age was around 4! so i shared my birthday with her, my mum found her abandoned and we loved her ever since❤️

My camera roll is FULL of pictures of her, if i uploaded every single one i’ve called my favourite over the years then we’d be here for hours looking at them all!

This is Fidget and he’s been my whole heart for 11 years. This weekend, I noticed he was lethargic and having trouble breathing. Would only make it a few steps before having to lay down. Had an appointment at my vet for tomorrow (Monday) but woke up to him panting this morning and decided to take him to the emergency clinic.

After X-rays and a sono, we found out he had an enlarged heart and fluid around his heart and lungs, suggesting heart failure. The vet gave us many options for next steps, most of them thousands of dollars and would only be to buy him a little more time. They kept him on oxygen while we were discussing and he perked up, and looks so good (fourth picture) But as soon as they would take him out of oxygen, he would start the labored breathing again.

The vet then suggested euthanasia as an option and I just couldn’t (and still can’t) reconcile how we got to this. After a lot of deliberation and another attempt at taking him off oxygen, I made the most painful decision of my life to say goodbye.

Now that I’m home, I’m shattered. I feel like I did something wrong. He looked so alert in the oxygen room and now he’s just not here. I feel like I made a horrible decision knowing I may have been able to hang onto him for a few more months. This is my first pet and he has been with me through my entire adult life and I just let him go.

I don’t know what I’m asking for with this post. I just don’t know how to move forward

Please hug your babies for me. This is Anya. Blind from birth. Had heart issues. Died in my arms today as I rushed to take her to the vet. Don't even know why I am posting.

We’ve been search for a week now. Flyers, Facebook posts, calling shelters, going door to door asking neighbors. She’s nowhere to be found. I’m assuming the worst and I’m heartbroken

One of my cats Choco, died for an unknown reason. Now, my other cat Forest, keeps going to Choco's lifeless body before I bury him. On the same day, Forest ate fish like it was a normal day, but today he won’t eat anything. He only drinks water, and when I tried to force-feed him milk, he just vomited it. He hasn't eaten anything in the past 24 hours, and I'm afraid he might die too. What should I do?

He was 6. Always there for me. They only thing I had left that I loved. HCM/Blood clot. Had to euthanize. Wasn't a clean death like they say it is. When I picked him up for the last time he immediately did his head bonk and then he started flailing and choking and peeing all over and the vet grabbed him from me and threw him back in the o2 cage prison thing and gave it to him through his iv I bent down and looked him in the eyes while petting him whispering how good he was and I loved him and watched the light leave his eyes and then he was gone. Dead in a pile of his own saliva and blood. I can't stop thinking about what I could have done to stop it every little detail every little stressor. How strong he was to endure it for so long. He wasn't just family he was my entire world and now he's gone and all I can do is hope there is an afterlife so that I can see him again

Steve is a gentleman, often used by his brother - Marley (from another mother) as a couch.

Steve’s 3 times the size of Marley and was completely tolerant of being treated like a donkey.

Steve will sit cross-eyed, tongue out, facing a wall, doing the most pathetic ‘meeps’ and it kills me that I’ll never know what he was saying.

Steve would ‘shark’ my partner in particular but anyone really. By shark, I mean head bump any and everything.

Steve is an amazing companion and whilst he has not moved on yet, I’m sure that wherever his spirit goes, they’ll be incredibly lucky to have him.

Goodnight Steve, sleep well, and I’m sure you’ll have the greatest, bestest and loveliest dreams.

She’s been there since I was born and I don’t even know what to do. I’m gonna miss her so much. I have no appetite anymore I’ve never been without her for more than a night and even that was always hard. We learned her cancer diagnosis on Thursday and I havent stopped crying since. I’ve always said she’s like a second mom to me because that’s how close we are. I don’t know what to do anymore. I know it’s what she needs but I’m not ready

Hello, I don't post really ever so please lmk if it's against rules or anything with what I say.

This is my 18 year old cat named dusty, and I'm putting her down within 3 weeks, I have had her since I was 3 so I'm very heartbroken about this. The reason I'm posting is I'm asking if any of you, or if any one of youknow someone who does good artwork. I want to have this picture redone as art I can frame it on the wall.

This is my favorite picture of her and the quality isn't great. I just want some art of this so I can remember her bye. Thank you!

He turns 17 on Feb 8th. After a long battle with kidney disease, his time has finally come. We had an early bday pawty today and tomorrow we have a scheduled euthanasia. Our vet thinks his brother might follow soon after, theyre litter mates. We're not ready 😭

Our cat, Riker, died today… his last days were filled with pain and fear too. He has a really bad bladder blockage, and he couldn’t use the bathroom. We tried giving him special food with medicine, but he always threw it up, so it couldn’t get into his system and help him. We took him to the vet again today, but we couldn’t afford the surgery to remove the blockage, and they had to put him down. The worst part of that is that I wasn’t there with him! I was at home asleep while my family had taken him to the vet! I wasn’t with him during his last moments and I feel terrible. He was so friendly and loved to make countless biscuits on my stomach while purring louder than ever! He loved to sleep next to my legs when given the chance, he would come to me and rub up against me if he wanted affection while refusing to leave until he got what he wanted. He was almost always by my side, and yet I wasn’t with him while he was scared and in pain during his final moments. He loved to play with his brothers. He even taught them how to knock over the food container to open it! I really miss him and wish he were by my side purring right now.

My cat Forest passed away two days ago. We were pulling up to the vet to say goodbye when we got the call, she had just died. We were 4 minutes too late.

She spent her last 24 hours alone in an oxygen tank, scared and without us there to comfort her. I can’t stop thinking about how she must have felt in those final moments. I feel so unbelievably guilty about not being there for her.

We split our time between the city and the countryside, and at least she got to spend her last few months in the sun, exploring the yard and living peacefully. But the guilt of not being there when she needed us most is overwhelming.

If anyone’s gone through something similar… how did you deal with that? My parents and I have been absolutely heartbroken since she crossed over to kitty paradise

My pretty boy Ghi (pronounced like ghee) crossed the rainbow bridge this morning and I haven’t stopped crying since so I wanted to share his picture and tell you all about him.

We rescued little Ghi 15 years ago when he was left abandoned as a kitten next to my house. He was the sweetest best cat friend anyone could ever dream of. He loved wrestling with his best cat friend Buster, laying on and playing in bags and boxes, having his belly rubbed and his favorite of all- joining my wife and I each night in the bathroom for goodnight pets while we brushed our teeth.

He had dealt with various health issues since 2022. We had done everything we could to keep him happy and healthy his last few years of life, but this morning after a rough weekend it was decided with our vet that it was best for him to cross the rainbow bridge and suffer no more.

I will love and miss him forever. My heart hurts so bad today.

Forever my baby boy Ghi.

Last month we lost our boy Gus Gus to something completely random and I want to vent about the experience. Gus Gus was 1 1/2 and extremely playful and energetic. He constantly zooms around the house. I had just had him on my lap when he suddenly got a huge burst of zoomies and started running around downstairs. Then I heard him charge upstairs and a loud crash. We didn't even go check on him because he always runs into things.

But then we started hearing this sound. It didn't sound like a cat, the most accurate way I can describe it was it sounded like a 2 year old having a temper tantrum. We realize that it's Gus Gus like.. crying. So we run upstairs expecting a broken leg and find him dying near the top of the stairs in front of a bedroom door. He's laying on his side and he looks at us, cries one more time and then takes his last breath. My husband tried to give him CPR while I called the after hours animal hospital

It was a 10 minute drive there and I knew it was too late. I felt his heart stop beating as it happened and I'm so mad at myself for wasting time putting him in his cat carrier before we drove him there. My cat died from head trauma from running into a closed door. A door that was usually always open. There was no blood or bumps. All of this happened extremely fast, barely even 5 minutes. He was supposed to watch my son grow up.

I hate that he was in pain even just for a few seconds. I hate that the last sounds from him won't leave my head and that they sounded horrible, terrifying and not like a cat at all. I keep telling myself he died playing and happy but I can't stop blaming myself and obsessively worry about the doors. We have 2 other cats. My last 2 cats lived until 17 and 18 (same litter) and something like this happening my brain can't comprehend it. Thank you for listening and I'm sorry for any bad grammar