I lost my sleepy darling boy of 18 years today. My childhood bestfriend. I love you forever Mimmy. Sleep tight 🐈‍⬛🖤

I genuinely don’t know how life can just continue on as normal. I feel like a part of me has been ripped from my chest. She has been the one absolute constant in my life since middle school, and I’m in my 30s now.

I know I was so lucky to have such a long time with her, and I absolutely do not take that for granted, but it doesn’t help the pain of this grief.

Thanks for listening Reddit, I’m really going through some shit right now and writing this out helped a tiny amount.

I’m 24. I have horrible anxiety I’ve been battling since I was a child. Last year, I had the best year of my life. It was a rainy night and he was at my doorstep. I went out to get something in the supermarket and he was there. A baby black cat, meowing because of the cold and the rain. At first I’ve tried to move him away because I have a dog, and I my house don’t have much space. But I couldn’t, I couldn’t leave him there so I’ve saved him. Ever since that, he brought so much joy to our family. My mother loved him so much, he was the best animal I’ve ever seen. Loving, caring, playful and very intelligent. He was very very talkative. He went out a lot and roam around the neighborhood, everybody liked him. When I was having panic attacks or feeling really depressed, he was always there with me sleeping by my side. Months later, two other cats showed up at my doorstep too. I’ve adopted them too, and they were all friends. They would always play together. It brought me so much joy, it healed my anxiety. He got lost dozens of times but he always went back home somehow. But recently about 2 months he was not the same. Suddenly he started looking sad, not being himself anymore. We send him up to the vet and he came back positive on Felv. Ever since then i tried to have as much time with him as possible. I’ve prayed to god everyday that he would beat this disease and continue living. But after weeks of being very weak, we brought him to the vet again, and this time, he didn’t survive. It’s unbearable he was my best friend. All human friends I’ve had don’t even come close. We loved him so much and he loved us back. My mother is devastated so am I. He died yesterday, and ever since then I can’t stop crying. I’ve been drinking and smoking weed all day trying to feel better, but I know it will only make it worse. I just can’t take it. I lost my faith too. I never prayed so much in my life for something. Well sorry for venting I just don’t have anyone else to talk to. I’m very sad and I don’t know if this time I will make it through.

This is how I want to remember Beepers exactly. Happy. Curious. almost healthy.

Beepers has been at the research University vet hospital since yesterday. He had been declining in health the past week. Today I decided to end his suffering after a troublesome ray and a 2nd call from the veterinarian. He had a megaesophagus and his stomach was pushing up through his throat when breathing and eating. It could have been caused by his infection, congenitally, or a neurological issue that would never be resolved. He would have been staying another 4 days at an expensive icu rate on the weekend. Nothing was definite and he was suffering. The bacterial infection was advanced and Beepers wasn't himself. He also was positive for FIV which was making fighting this infection even harder and maybe causing neurological issues in his digestive sysytem. I'm sorry I couldn't do more Beepers.

My beautiful void crossed over today. 17 years old, never lost a fight, fearless to the end, but the biggest cuddly snugglebuggle you ever met. A true gourmand, he supped on a glorious final meal of all his faves: egg nog, cream and butter, sweet shrimp and octopus sashimi. Hyperthyroidism! Small cell lymphoma! Attacked by a dog, jaw broken, cheek puncture, and had to be tube fed for a MONTH just before his eleventh birthday AND STILL NOTHING EVER GOT HIM DOWN!!

THIS CAT WAS ROYALTY.

Y’all was all lucky Loki let you live here: the cat who CLICK-CLACKED everywhere he went. Could he retract his claws and be stealthy? ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY he could! He’s a CAT: a panther, a killer! Not some SCAREDY-CAT just PUSSYFOOTING around. He WANTED you to know he was coming. YOU hide.

R O Y A L T Y

I am sitting here writing this as i sit next to my sweet baby however he is no longer with us, around two hours ago ago i received a phone call that he stopped breathing, i came here, and his heart stopped, he didnt get to see me because when i arrived he was no longer conscious but i am certain he was thinking of me while he was drifting away. my first cat, my first little boy. once so close now so far. hope we meet again Tune, in another life. my sweet sweet boy 💜

It is with great sadness that I mourn the passing of the best kitty in the world today, Buster. He was my bro, my wingman, my best friend

I lost my 19-year-old soul kitty this past July. Some days I miss her so much it hurts.

Can you show me your fabulous house panthers?

Here’s a picture of my Raven for cat tax.

Haven’t slept nor fully accepted the reality of my baby boy, Mac leaving this world today. He was my very first cat, had him since his birth & lost him way too soon. Just a couple days ago he started acting different, not eating/drinking, hiding, then last night breathing abnormally. Took him to the emergency vet at midnight, he was immediately diagnosed with heart failure & fluid build up around his lungs. Can’t get over that I could not help him more, I feel guilty that I didn’t have enough money for all the tests, treatments/surgeries & putting him to sleep so young. He was only 4 years old with a birthday coming up in April & a baby due the same month. Never expected him to leave so soon & always imagined him an old man with a long 20+ yr life, growing alongside my baby. All I could say to him in the end was “I’m so sorry & I love you so much” over & over again. I don’t think I can ever forgive myself for this, I just wish he knew how much I will always love & cherish him.

It’s been a week since our 21 year old void left us, I’m heartbroken but I know it was his time to go 💔 He was so so handsome, it’s mind-boggling that he was TWENTY in the first two pictures. Some of you might remember him as the one with crispy yells. The fifth photo is the last one I took with him. I’ll miss him every single day, my baby Narc. 🖤🐈‍⬛

My soul cat has been with me for over a third of my life, and I am terrified of going on without her. I can't believe how quickly she deteriorated after I found out she was sick. I knew she wasn't going to live forever but that never stopped me from hoping she would anyway.

The time is never enough.

We're all shocked. I can't stop crying. Doing in-home euthanasia in a few hours. I'll miss her so much. It hasn't sunk in yet that I'm losing her.

She's 14. We adopted her and her brother at age 10.

I'm her favourite person and she's with me all the time. If she doesn't know where I am, she calls out for me. If I'm not sitting so she can be on my lap, she's asking me to pick her up.

She's leaving a void-sized hole in my heart.

She got out of the house yesterday night (she goes in and out but we try to keep her in at night) so I went out and called for her, she's almost always on the porch waiting and she wasn't there. I walked all around the back of the property because she gets stuck inside the sheds but she wasn't there either. I eventually found her at the very end of my driveway, someone had ran her over. I'm so unbelievably mad at myself and I can't stop thinking about how I could've avoided it. She deserved so much more time and I feel like I failed her. She was the best little void. She showed up as a skinny stray last summer and hung out with me and my dog every day since and would reach her arms up to hug me and I would just hold her while she snuggled. I loved her so much and she loved me the same. I've never had a cat like her, and I know I never will again. I'm lost right now because it doesn't seem real... like it's all a horrible dream. I love you beyond words my little Shadow Queen, and I will miss you terribly for the rest of my life. I'm forever grateful for the time you were here, however short, and I can't wait to see you again someday. I'm so, so sorry my sweet girl. ❤️‍🩹

i got her when i was 9, my parents went on vacation and when they were back they realized we adopted a stray and that she’s not going anywhere. she obviously became family and ruler of the house. i miss her so much

I am lost for words. I wanted to tell him, I loved him so much. 21 years of birthdays, Christmas, sad events, happy ones. He was there for it all. I feel like I’ve lost a piece of myself, I can’t even believe it.

He had a horrible infection in his eye, was urinating blood and could barely walk. We had to put him to sleep, but it was so traumatizing. I can’t stop replaying it.

I love you my boy. I love you so much. I hope I see you again one day, I hope you’re in kitty heaven. Thank you so much for everything.

His name is Gibbous btw and he is why I can't have nice things.

How do I stop this behavior :(

I will always love you and miss you ❤️ My soul cat. Goodnight baby.

My cat was let out of the house two days ago and we haven’t seen her since. We live in the mountains, two blocks away from a big meadow that is home to dozens of coyotes. Whenever I see a lost cat poster around here I hang my head down low, and feel sorry for that family and their kitty they will likely never see again. Now it’s me hanging up the almost hopeless lost cat flyers. I’m still hoping for a miracle.

Every time I fall asleep I dream about finding her, and when I wake up my heart breaks all over again.

Her sister is sad and confused, and very much not okay. This is horrible.

We cancelled our holiday vacation that was supposed to start tomorrow. We are too heartbroken, and we couldn’t possibly leave our other cat on her own.

Just that. She’s fifteen, has cancer, I’ve had her for thirteen years and I’m devastated. I wanted to share her with everyone, as she’s brought me so much joy and I’m going to miss her terribly. I started palliative care this week, and she just took a turn for the worse. Her name is Mortimer. It’s cheesy, but she’s my best friend.

It’s a few year old, but that’s my favorite picture of her.