I found a well fed tuxedo cat on the road, hit by a car. She was killed instantly. I didn’t have the heart to leave her there so I took her home and gave my tuxedo cat a big hug.

She did not have a collar. I took to my vet and there was no chip. So I posted it on Nextdoor and Ring Neighborhood in case anyone was missing her. Nobody claimed her, so I named her Angel and had her cremated.

Tomorrow I will bury her in our garden where we have our other cats who have passed away over the years, under a little statue of a kitten chasing a butterfly

She is loved.

My handsome man passed away last week. I needed to channel all the thoughts and emotions into words or I thought I would die from grief. Below is a short story for my Beloved Alz the night he passed 🖤

I found Alzalam twelve years ago, abandoned in an alley, clinging to life. He was just a kitten, his black fur soaked from the rain, his ribs visible beneath his thin, trembling body. His face was scarred, and his left ear was torn. It didn’t take much to guess what had happened to him—someone had hurt him, someone cruel. When I picked him up, his golden eyes were wide with terror, but he was too weak to fight me.

The vet said he might not make it. I stayed up with him every night, feeding him with a syringe and keeping him warm. Against the odds, he survived, but the damage ran deep. Alzalam, my “darkness,” was terrified of hands, sudden movements, and loud noises. He never trusted me, not really. He let me care for him from a distance, but if I ever got too close, he would bolt. He never let me hold him. Not once in twelve years.

I loved him anyway. I learned to show him love in ways he could accept—leaving treats where he could find them, giving him space when he needed it, and speaking to him softly even when I longed to hold him. He lived his life in the shadows of my home, always just out of reach. I told myself it was enough, but it always hurt to see fear in his eyes when all I wanted was to protect him.

Now, he lay in his bed by the heater, too frail to move. His kidneys were failing, his breathing was shallow, and his once-sleek black fur was patchy and dull. I sat nearby, just talking to him gently like I usually did. He didn’t stir at first, and I thought he was already gone. But then his ear twitched. His golden eyes opened, and for the first time, they weren’t filled with fear.

I reached out cautiously, expecting him to flinch, but he didn’t. Instead, he shifted weakly toward me, his fragile body trembling. My hands shook as I lifted him, holding him close to my chest. He didn’t resist. His head rested against me, his breathing faint but steady.

“I love you,” I whispered into his fur. “I always have.” He purred softly, a sound I had never heard from him before, faint and broken but unmistakable. Then, as I held him, he slipped away.

I stayed there for a long time, tears soaking into his thin fur. After twelve years of fear and distance, he finally let me in, but only at the very end. It wasn’t enough, but it was everything. I’ll love and miss you forever Alz 🖤

I miss him so much. I can’t stop crying. My heart is empty and this house is so empty. We were supposed to have another ten years together at least. I can’t make sense of anything.

Soup was less than a year old and he was my soul cat. He was the sweetest cat I’d ever met in my entire life, he always wanted to be pet and cuddled. He’d always curl up next to me or on top of me while I slept. He was playful and happy all of the time. However since we adopted him from a coworker he wasn’t fully vaccinated when we got him but we were going to vaccinate him this week, he even had a vet appointment for it.

It all happened so fast, he wasn’t feeling well, we took him in the first time he looked off. The vet thought it was a gastro intestinal obstruction but it was feline panleukopenia virus. We okayed a surgery thinking it was a blockage, the virus is already so hard to beat on it own, only 20% of healthy adult cats can beat it. We couldn’t let him keep suffering, I feel like I failed him even though I know I did everything I could for him. I tried to give him a fighting chance, I tried to do everything right but it still didn’t work and now my baby boy is gone. Please vaccinate your cats as soon as you can.

It's hard to find the right words to say goodbye, but I want to honor the unique bond that I had with Tofu, my sweet, gentle, and loving cat who crossed the rainbow bridge yesterday.

I'm not one to post a lot on social media -- but I want to tell the world about him.

Tofu came into our lives during the pandemic and from that moment, everything changed. Every soul who's shared their life with a beloved pet understands - pets are not just pets; they're family.

He was the runt of his litter. He was fragile, easy to startle, and would get sick easily. I saw so much of myself in him - sensitive, vulnerable, and always fighting to stay strong. Just a couple of soft boys navigating a world that seemed to grow harsher with each passing day.

Tofu was a ragdoll, endearingly called 'puppycats'. He was more dog than cat, he was always following me from room to room, sprawling across my keyboard as I worked, and curling up beside me when I needed to unwind.

He loved chewing on the plants in our garden, watching the sky, and keeping the house roach-free. Ciao, a popular cat treat, was his weakness. If there was ever anything that can get Tofu to run after you - it was Ciao. And I did not hesitate to spoil him.

Due to his fragile nature, Tofu had a weak meow—soft and barely audible. He would bat his eyes whenever he meowed, almost as if it hurt him. Anyone who heard it called it the cutest thing ever. Yet whenever he was hungry, in danger, or feeling unwell, he would still meow for me. He called for me every time he needed me.

There’s something genuinely special about having someone depend on you so deeply. He made me feel needed—like my existence truly mattered.

He was there for me just as much as I was there for him. During the hardest chapters of my life, Tofu never left my side. He was there when my dad passed away, when I fell critically ill, when I was battling depression. He was there when I got my heart broken. Somehow, he always knew when I was struggling—letting out the loudest meows he could muster and refusing to leave my side, no matter what.

Last week, I received a call from my mom saying that Tofu wasn't eating, drinking, and was lethargic. She took him to the vet immediately, and he was put on oxygen and an IV drip. He was diagnosed with an infection and started on antibiotics. After a couple of days, he was no longer in critical condition and was released.

A week later, Tofu stopped eating and drinking again. He spent hours hiding in one spot. One morning, my mom found him motionless and unresponsive. In tears and thinking he was gone, she rushed him to the emergency unit once again. He was once again put into critical care. This time, he remained completely motionless for the next three days. When I saw his photo, I broke down crying.

No longer wanting him to suffer, I had prepared myself for the hardest decision: to let him go. I took a half-day off work to be by his side immediately. But nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. When I called his name, his eyes fluttered open. He raised his head and turned to me. Despite his frail body, he mustered the strength to get up and knock his head against the glass. I rushed to open it, and he began meowing—softly, repeatedly. His weak little voice seemed to echo with longing, almost as if he had been waiting for me all this time. Almost as if he was pleading with me: "Take the pain away".

My mom, the doctor, and I stood frozen in astonishment as he suddenly seemed filled with energy. Tears of relief and joy streamed down my face as I witnessed what felt like a miracle. Ecstatic but cautious, we left him in the doctor’s care so he could continue his treatment. Before I left, I took off my shirt and folded it into a makeshift pillow, leaving it with him in the hope it would bring him a small sense of comfort.

The next day, we received the news: Tofu was gone.

I broke down completely. I couldn’t shake the thought that he had held on just long enough to see me one last time. In his failing body, he waited for me.

The memory of our final moment together keeps replaying in my mind—his small, desperate meows, like he always did when he was in pain. "Help me". "It hurts". "Please make it stop". And I couldn’t do anything for him. I wasn’t even there when he passed away.

I love you Tofu. I wish I had more time with you. I wished we played more, went out on walks more, spent more time together. I'm so sorry for not always being there for you. I'm so sorry I couldn't take away your pain.

Thank you for showing me what unconditional love looked like. Thank you for being there for me during my darkest times. Thank you for all the ways you saved me. I hope you knew just how much you meant to me.

I love you. We all love you.

If my love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.

Until we meet again, my sweet boy.

We broke up yesterday. It was bittersweet but we want to try again some day. He ended up keeping our cat and the cat loved him more anyways so it felt wrong to seperate them. I miss them both but we stayed friends. Please show me your cats I would really appreciate it :,)

I had plans to go see family for a late Thanksgiving... After work, I had to go home to get the turkey I was bringing over.

I notice the cats food was empty, and they were acting pushy (as they always do when they're hungry)... so I went to feed them. The cat who is always front and center for feeding time was nowhere to be found. First time EVER she wasn't the first at the food dish.

So I went looking for her. Nothing. Checked her usual haunts. Nothing.

I was beginning to think she has gotten out of the house somehow when I saw her little head poking out of the box for my new space heater. So i went over to wake her up.

She was dead.

She had been fine. No signs of distress, acting completely normal.

I had friends and family waiting for the turkey, so I just left her there and went... acted like nothing was wrong.... left after a few hours, came home and dug a hole.

I just don't get it. She was fine. Then she's gone.

I'm so confused.

I just lost a cat to cancer two months ago .... now this. I'm crushed.

I feared but never believed the day would ever really come. I used to hold him and cry into his fur for hours at the idea that I'd lose him someday, it was my biggest fear.

When I first found him on the street, it was actual love at first sight. Begged my mom if we could keep him, took him to the vet where they told us he had only 30% chance of surviving. He said "I'll take those chances" and survived.

We moved countries, and he had to live high up in an apartment instead of the ground floor and had some difficulty adjusting. He'd find his way down but be unable to find our floor again, we constantly had to scour the building for him. He then fell off the 10th floor(neighbour startled him while watering their plants), broken hind leg, rib piercing liver, broken jaw. He survived, and fell again from the 6th floor (I suspect kids/teens trying to scare him off and succeeding), completely detached jaw, hind leg broken again. Vet said he has no way to eat and may not survive, but he found a way.

Years later he had some heart issues, and suddenly fell over, hind legs paralysed and panting. Vet said he might not survive but in a few hours he started to be able to use his hind legs again and survived, but this was the start of the end. He would drastically lose weight despite increasing his diet. This is when I started feeding him medication daily.

Five months later he had the same issue, but this time nobody was home and we arrived to him yowling and in immense pain, hind legs and tail not responsive and noticeable color difference between the front and back paws. For the first time in his life, the vet suggested euthanasia. I chose to monitor for 12 hours at pet ICU, he has always been a miracle and I wanted to give him the chance for another.

When I went back his hind legs were stiff and I knew there would be absolutely no quality of life going forward with him. He was in so much pain and suffering when I left him at the vet, and now subdued cause of all the pain meds. After going through the painful natural death of my dog watching her suffer her last hours I knew I didn't want that for my baby boy.

We said goodbye 23rd Nov 2024. We don't have his exact birthdate but he was 17-18 years old. Now when I walk at home, every dark pile of stuff I think is him. I brace for meawing whenever I open the fridge. I turn around expecting to see him all the time. I don't know how to live without my cat. It felt like an error when he took his last breath and I was still existing. I felt I should've died too at that table.

My baby boy, I am sorry for all the times I've wronged you. Thank you for being the absolute bestest kitty. I love you.

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.

My 3 month old kitten died today. Wednesday night he threw up after eating dinner; I just assumed he ate too fast but then yesterday he threw up again and was lethargic. This is when i started to get worried, he slept all day and was very out of it. I wish I could’ve taken him to a vet but I’m only 16 and have absolutely no money and my parents said he probably just ate something bad and that he’d be fine. I took that last photo this morning, it was the last photo I took of him. I called my mom when I got out of school to ask how he was doing but she said when she got home this afternoon he was already dead. I feel so so absolutely horrible. He was my absolute everything and to think he died alone in my cold house while I was away is destroying me. I don’t wish this pain on anyone. Our pets are our responsibility and it’s safe to say we shouldn’t own one if we don’t have the means to pay for an emergency vet bill. I can only wonder if he’d still be here if I took him to an emergency vet Wednesday night. RIP to my baby I’m so sorry for not saving you or being there when you needed me to.

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

He was in congestive heart failure, it was compensated until this evening. He was a very intelligent and gentle cat. He'd never hurt a fly. He knew how to open doors, cupboards and child locks. I'll miss you Uncle Grandpa.

First few pics of when I caught him (feral/wild and with an eye injury). Got his eye all fixed up and had 3 years together.

Our chonk passed away. We would like to see your beautiful cats and any lovely/funny memories you have of them.

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.

He’s alive in the first two pictures, but this is how weak he was. He died in my arms, I tried my best to make sure he fell asleep before they put him down..he always falls asleep on my chest so it didn’t take long. I’ve lost close relatives and it’s hard asf but this is my BABY bro

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.