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.

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.

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

Should I stop?

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

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.

We named him Monty😺

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

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.

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.

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!

Credit: https://www.instagram.com/hellovic0202?exln=MXd5NXgwN2MxcXNqcA==

Back in February, I moved with my partner from London back to Berlin to look after my dad, who unfortunately passed away from cancer in May. It’s been a painful move, especially given everything going on in my family, so one of the first things we did was adopt two British cats, Wallie and Beanie.

Over time, I’ve grown to love both of them deeply. They’re the sweetest, most loving kittens I’ve ever met! But they have very different personalities. Wallie (the BLH) is bold, adventurous and loves exploring, whilst Beanie (the BSH) is extremely shy and selective about who she opens up to. Beanie is much more of a baby personality-wise, and I think that brings out a particularly protective side of me.

Because of that, I’ve spent a lot of time helping Beanie settle in and feel safe and comfortable at home. And it’s worked! She now comes to cuddle me in bed, makes biscuits on me, sleeps beside me, gives me headbutts and absolutely loves her little bum pats or being petted on the bathroom rug. For some reason, that’s one of her favourite places in the world!

I genuinely feel that these two cats were a gift from life at a time when I needed them most. They’ve brought so much happiness into what has otherwise been an incredibly difficult year.

And I feel that whenever Beanie comes to me for affection, or simply chooses to curl up next to me, something inside me heals a little. I know she doesn’t understand what I’ve been through, but having this tiny baby trust me so completely and feel safe means more to me than I can put into words.

Just tonight, she came to sit beside me on the bed, made herself into a little loaf and eventually lowered her head onto the mattress and fell asleep. I was just watching her, and I genuinely started tearing up thinking about how much I love her.

And I love Wallie just as dearly, but as I already mentioned before, there’s something about Beanie that brings out this overwhelming urge to protect her and make sure she’s always safe, healthy and happy. She’s my little baby.

It’s been over six months now, and I genuinely feel like Beanie is my little soulmate. I never expected to form such a deep emotional bond with a cat, but here we are.

I don’t think they’ll ever understand just how much they’ve helped me through this year, or how much they mean to me. But I hope that, in their own little cat way, they know how loved they are.

Has anyone else experienced this kind of bond with their cat, particularly after going through a difficult time in life?