17(M) here and back then I was not fond of cats because they would keep bothering me when I was doing something, we had a total of 17? cats but all of them died except 1 and that one was named (Taba) meaning fat/chubby in english and he was named that because he looked fat with his thick fur, he was one of the cats that would keep bothering me and everytime he did I would push him off. Until a few years after I think the year 2022, where I began to like cats and since Taba was the last from our original cats I always wanted to be around him but after he grew he was not the kind to cuddle anymore and chose to be alone, ofc stubborn me I keep coming to him and petting him buying toys he did not play with and accessories for him, gradually he started getting comfortable with me petting him and he sometimes casually sleeps besides me and on top of me so our relationship and most importantly my liking towards him grew and became attached to him. But one day I noticed he began to escape from our house and returning ranging from and hour to the next day but thought it was normal maybe he was looking for a mate or whatever I'm fine with as long as he returned, and he always did and I also noticed he became more and more clingy spending like 2days in my bed not going out and just sleeping so I even moved his food bowl and water next to him so he wouldn't be bothered to go out this was definitely an out of the norm behavior because usually he will sleep besides me for like 3-4hours at a time then leave. Then it stopped one day he slept where he always had slept, suddenly 2 days ago my father called me saying that Taba died and at first it did not sink in immediately to me that he really died so ofc I asked where Taba was and there I was with my eyes saw that he really was dead I spent a good hour or 2 staring at him wondering if he really was gone and tried to brush it off despite feeling so sad that I'll be okay it's just a cat then we buried him in our backyard I was in the edge of crying while digging the hole for him and did not want to cover him in soil he looked like he was just sleeping and days passed everytime I get reminded of him I try to brush it off like it's nothing until a few minutes ago I was cleaning and out of reflex I took his food bowl out then put cat food in his bowl then it dawned on me that he was gone I did not think much of it but while cleaning I got overwhelmed with graduating from highschool next week and with his passing I cashed out I began crying and remembering everything about him and I kept asking myself was I a good owner yeah I treated him like nothing back then but did I give him a good life before his death and I wished and wished and wished I could've said goodbye to him now I'm here crying and wanting to get a cat plushie that looks like him but it's too damn expensive so yeah that's my story he was the first pet ever that I cried over he was not clingy but he made sure that he was there when you are sad. I miss you Taba may you rest in cat heaven and I'm sorry for not being able to say goodbye to you:(

It's hard to imagine it's been 18 years since I ended up at a friend of a friend's house (who I had never met before) on my birthday and fell in love with this tiny little marshmallow. I was immediately drawn to the little mushroom on his side and knew immediately what to call him. Kinoko.

He came home with me that day. Such a good kitty. A couple on months later my nephew was born and he was so good with him. Used to sit on the edge of the bed next to him while that baby pawed at him without fussing.

At the same time, it's hard to imagine i had life without him. My little boy has gotten so big. With the world's tiniest little meows. And the stinkiest breath before he lost all of his teethers. It tickles now when he gums my arms to play.

I had a scare a couple of years back when he was having trouble moving on his legs. Thankfully it was only an ear infection we can treat. Repeatedly. It's come back a couple of times. I'm so blessed to still have a little boy that paws at my leg in the bathroom every day until I pick him up, head butts my fave until i give.him kisses, and occasionally comes up to sleep on top of my head. It's a bit annoying sometimes, but I love it and him.

Anyway, here are some pictures of my boy. It's our day, kinoko no neko. Best present I every got.

My old boy is around 15 years old. He has had severe IBD for many years now. I was told 4 years ago he would die in 6 months. Well he’s still here. He takes multiple meds daily (including chemo) to keep him comfortable and slow down his disease. the issue is he has lost so much weight over the years. At his prime he was 14lbs. He’s about 8.5 lbs now and has lost 2 lbs in the past year. He’s skin and bones. It’s only hidden because he’s fluffy. But I want to cry when I touch him because he’s so frail. He still eats and seems happy. Still likes to tackle his younger brother. Lays in the sun and sleeps in my arms every night. Last time I brought him to the vet we agreed there’s nothing much more we can do but to just keep him comfortable on his meds and let him eat what he wants. He’s likely not digesting his food well anymore. Basically he’s on hospice with an unknown life expectancy. I don’t think we are there yet but his frailness makes me so sad everyday. He’s my first child and I don’t feel ready but I know it’s coming. Maybe a month from now or a year.

How did you know it was time?

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When I adopted her at the age of 5, she was considered un-adoptable. It took her about 6 months to get comfortable with me. She was not a snuggler or a lap cat but she was a great companion. R.I.P, baby girl. We had a good run. Momma misses you already.

I’m heartbroken but it was absolutely her time. She was (unofficially but almost certainly) diagnosed with a brain tumor back in November, I’m so glad I got all the time with her I did.

Today we went to the vet. He seemed like he was under the weather for the past 4-5 days or so. I thought he'd be treated and we'd come home. Never occurred to me this would happen. He was diagnosed with liver cancer, and had to be euthanized right away. We came home to an empty home. It's the first time in 25+ years we've had a home with no kitties and it feels so sooo saaad 😢. It was only 1 year ago we put down our 17.5 year old boy Ray-Ray 💔 who was like our son, we had him from birth. Sammy helped us through that and now, not a year later, our Sammy is gone. I'm so sad. I'm so empty. How do I deal with these feelings of emptiness until another kitty comes my way...

This is Jordan. We got him for free from a humane society. When he first got adopted the owners didn’t want him because they found he was an adult cat and didn’t get along with their cat so they sent him back. He’s my parent’s cat but he’s been around a little over half my life and has had many cat siblings (currently has 4) and we’ve been to the greatest of times and the worst of times. He’s been around for the ride and I hope he can stick around a bit longer so everyday I’ll continue to love him. He’s really just so precious to me 😊💕

Tachikoma Ambrosia Camacho Smith was the best li'l buddy I ever had. 19 years was a long time for a cat, but she wasn't here nearly long enough for me.

Hug your kitties for me.

My little Layla Jade 💕

I posted here a few weeks ago about my sweet girl starting to decline from kidney disease. I am so distraught and at a loss for words, but I'm so grateful for the kindness I received from everyone.

After my post, she quickly got worse. I ended up taking her to the emergency vet two weeks ago and found out that she's now in end stage renal failure. The ER vet told me to take her home and keep her comfortable.

I started offering her food she normally couldn't eat due to her IBD, and she bounced back in a big way. Then she crashed again. The last few days have been excruciating.

She fought so hard for so long and I truly believe our love is what kept her here, but her poor little body is failing her and on Thursday evening I finally made the call to Lap of Love. In two hours, my baby girl will fly free and never feel pain again.

I cried into her fur and told her "it's okay, you can stop fighting. I know it hurts. I promise I'll be okay one day."

No one has ever loved me as fiercely as Nerine does. She's my soulmate and the love of my life, and my heart aches in a way I never thought possible. It's so hard to wrap my head around the fact that she'll never bring me her birdie again, or that I'll have to somehow fall asleep without the sound of her purring next to my face. How will I sit at my desk to do coursework without her laying on my chest? Who will come running to check on me when I stub my toe like she does?

I have never felt such a deep, profound pain in my entire life. It's just not fair that the universe is taking her away from me. I'm not okay. I want to chase her across that rainbow bridge but I have to stay for my dog. I have to stay to honor Nerine's memory and not let her love go to waste.

My sweet Nerine, my lovey girl, my baby bean, I love you more than I can ever put into words. I will never stop grieving you. I will love you until my dying breath.

She did really well during the procedure. They had to remove two premolars this time but other than that everything was good. She took her pain pill this morning like an absolute champ. Seriously, it was so easy to pill her. With Kitsey Baba I have to crush her pills up in her breakfast because trying to pill her is like a tornado of claws but Wobbles didn't fight it at all today. She's been curled up sleeping in her favorite hiding spot behind the couch all day but I'm sure she's going to feel so much better as she recovers.

We aren’t quite at the end yet but he’s nearing stage 4 kidney disease. He gets to eat whatever he wants because he won’t eat kidney food haha. I wanted photos of him and us while he was still his silly, spry, loving self. Here’s one of the photos

My gorgeous little grandma cat has made it to 21! We did a pretty big house move lasted year and done lots of renovating. We thought it would be so stressful for her, but she's thrived in her new home. She's more active than last year, eating more and just seems generally happier ☺️

So here's to my derpy, drooling little fluff ❤️

I present to you Mirtylle, an American curl cross alley cat, she was the first of my parents, the first cat of my whole family in fact 😅 A real mule head! When she was little she fell into a bucket of bleach 😬 that announces the color. At first, it was impossible to pet her or even carry her, she scratched, but we pampered her all the same! And the older she got, the more clingy she became, she demanded more and more cuddles, then on October 12, 2024 unfortunately my parents told me this sad news, they picked me up from work... my my world collapsed... our second cat is still looking for her, he was her mentor. She had a very good life, 21 years for a cat is incredible, I miss her ❤️

Mr. Meow man like I called him was a great cat. He got the nickname Mr. Meow Man because he meows a lot. His real name is Louis the cat. But some people liked to call him Lou. I had him since he was a kitten. One time back when I was much younger and much handsomer I went to a music festival and our little town had tornadoes rip through it. Mr. Meow Man had an apartment on the 2nd floor and gracefully let me stay with him (rent free of course) lucky me. Well anyway the tornado ripped through our town hit the complex ripped the roof off. My neighbor couldn’t find him for days. I left early to come home from Michigan hopeful to find him and as soon as I came up I called for him and he came right out. Mr. Meow man has always been a fighter he has chronic kidney disease for 7 years. They said he would last long but he sure showed them. Well sadly to say yesterday was Mr. Meow Man’s final fight. Rip Meow Man my wife and I loved you more than you could know.