We put our 19 year old girl to sleep today. My heart is broken. We made the decision to put her to sleep before she got worse. She was so strong until the very end. My poor girl had arthritis, was blind, kidney failure, swollen lymph nodes and fluid in the abdomen. We did everything we could for her but in the end there was nothing more we could do except give her the gift of eternal sleep. Her name was Lola and my heart is broken. She brought me so much joy and so I wanted to share her picture to bring you all the same joy.

I have had my little Milk since he was a kitten who couldnt open his eyes. He was a rescue, I found him at work. His foot and tail got crushed by something metal, so he has a stumpy tail and back paw. Hes my baby. Yes I have four kittens. But so what? Theyre MY kittens. I have raised two since they had UMBILICAL CORDS and the other two were found less than a week later, les than 24hrs since the first two lost their cords.

Moms been stuck in bed for over a decade, I moved back home to take care of her, and she gave away my baby as a wedding present to my cousin. So now I gotta choose between being the bad guy saying my cousin cant have the kitten he was promised, or giving up my little Tripod. Just wanted to vent. And yeah, im moving out. Someone else will be taking care of my mom now. Im done.

We had a difficult decision to make the other day and still reeling from it. My girlfriend found this little guy in her parents backyard back in July. He had been separated from his mother early on and we fought to keep him alive. Rather, he fought. He was a trooper. Defied the odds as a little runt, got stronger and and feistier every passing day. He reminded me of myself and my recent experiences these past couple years, having survived stage four cancer. He was a fighter like me.

We endearingly called him Stinky because for the first few weeks of his life with us he had a little bit of an upset tummy to put it lightly. But he eventually got over it and the name kinda stuck, as much as I tried different ones out with him.

I was getting ready to take him home to be my son. Bought him toys and had informed my property manager that this was happening. One week away. Then he became ill. We learned that somehow he contracted FPV, likely from our elder cat that got outdoors a few days before.

When it came down to it. We couldn’t save him. The vet gave us options and tried to work with us. But the price was not ideal. We couldn’t take out a loan to pay for the expenses. But had we even been able to, we were told the odds of him making it at best were 25% given his age and how weak he had become. Plus we had two cats at home that, while are vaccinated, would still be at risk of catching the same illness.

I’m so sorry Stinky. I was excited to be your dad. I was and always will be your dad. And I hate this feeling that there was something more we could have done. Like there was another option, though none other was presented to us. I feel this guilt, like we could have tried harder to bring him home, and maybe he would have defied the odds again… I just don’t know but my heart is broken.

He had so much life and love to give

I’ve had Dexter most of my life, I’m 24 and he’s got to be about 22. When he was only a year or two old, he was a stray riddled with worms and fleas, drinking from puddles. My mum took him, had him treated and chipped, and we’ve had him ever since. He’s always been the most loving cat I could’ve asked for. Full of mischief like flattening his ears at the dinner table to try to steal leftover chicken, or the time he ripped open a pizza box and ate so much pepperoni he got diarrhoea 😂

If I left to get the bus, he’d sit down the alley from the bus stop shouting at me. If I went round the shops, he’d follow me and wait for me at the door, one time even coming in after me. If I leaned on the kitchen counter, he’d climb on the counter for attention, and if I stopped stroking him, he’d climb on my back and curl up asleep.

I lost one cat last year, Daphne. She wasn’t well for some time and my neighbour found her curled up in his garden, he helped us bury her but I don’t think that’s an option this time. Aside from limited space, our gardens are full of gravel and stones under the soil.

For the past year or two, Dexter has been on a steady decline. Going blind and developing dementia. We were able to care for him for a long time, he was still able to get around, even now he has a strong appetite and is still full of love. But he can’t see a damn thing, he’s losing weight, losing his balance, walking in circles and managing to pull a large bin away from the door, unlock the cat flap and sit outside howling. It’s no way for a cat to live, and even if we had all the money in the world, we’d only be prolonging the inevitable. It’s time for him to go. We’ve been cuddling him all morning, he’s had all his favourite treats (I’d have given him some freshly cooked chicken but he can’t eat this close to the appointment).

I’m proud of how all my animals turned out. All so loving, gentle and full of personality. He’ll be with his adopted daughter soon. Those two would quite often curl up together.

Here’s some photos of my big rusty boy.

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We named him Monty😺

Last week:
I was at work, when my wife called me frantically that she thought our random rescue girl of 5 years was having a seizure and was taking her to the emergency vet. I left work quickly and might my wife there. Our little street fighter as stressed and scared after getting blood tests and an xray. I opened her carrier to let her and she immediately began to appear to seize and lose consciousness.

“Catastrophic Cardiac Event” is what the vet decided. Maybe congenital heart/aortic defect, possible chance of saddle PE.

5 years ago:

This cute girl entered our life on a random day when my wife was leaving work. She got to her car on the 5th story of a 8 story parking garage and saw some woman chasing a small tuxedo kitten! No way was my wife going to let that cat get hurt, so she helped corner her, and after some discussion with the other woman, decided she’d keep her and take her to the vet.

My wife called and started explaining this to me. We already had two rescue dogs and two rescue cats, I was adamant that “We do NOT need another freaking cat” (oh boy was I wrong). As the cat distribution system does, this insane tuxedo tornado chose ME as her solitary person, somehow they ALWAYS know!!!

We had our fist cat, a female Siamese, who passed a year ago at 21! I was sure we’d have decades with this sweet rescue girl. When a cat picks YOU, the loss just hits so different than other pets.

Should I stop?

Love you so much my princess. Even if your claws are fast and hidden beneath your cute and harmless looking face.

Got married in Jamaica this month and one of the resort cats blessed me with this moment

They may smear shit against the floor, throw up on my bedding, cost me my entire savings and ruin my sleep, but they’re the best thing to ever happen to me. They were the only two surviving kittens from the litter and luckily I choose to get them both…💛 absolutely inseparable and the best decision I ever made. May you all have an amazing week✨

My wife and I take Sunday walks to get coffee/breakfast and stop at the local feed store on the way home. One of the store cats was ready to play.

Had a bad feeling the past week. Turns out I was right to be scared 🥲🥲.

Update: I just realized I left my octobuddy at his place omg😭😭 (I used a coupon on that too, damn :/ )

I finally had success, after nearly two weeks of attempted wild kitten snatching. This is a lone kitten to a feral momma. The weather was getting bad and I was desperate to catch this little guy. The other cat in the video is a neighbor's pet, and now he runs away from me. The kitten is safe and sound.

I just wanted to share him, this guy here has been my emotional savior, back story. My son passed away on 03/14/22 as you can imagine I was devastated and still am. That being said I’m not sure I would have pulled through it without this guy!

i’m 31 and never owned a pet before! i got a kitten on facebook market place because i really wanted a lil baby 🥹 his name is Snacks and i love him so much

Tifa has always been special, she was the only cat that meows to lie on my chest (and only my chest). She chooses me everyday and I will miss her so much when she is gone. It was such a short 9 months but I know I did my best to give you a happy life. And i choose to believe that you were happy.

She has spine lymphoma.