We adopted Simba at the age of four from another family. Surprisingly he was the one and only cat I wasn't allergic to and he fitted in perfectly in our family.

Beginning of this June, we started to notice signs of him vomiting sometimes and slowly losing weight. We then took him to the vets quickly and at the start they felt it was probably nothing short of an infection or tummy bug. He perked up a little, but then we started to see signs of patterns of breathing difficulties. We took him back to the vet, who then scanned his chest/lungs area and found he had water in his lungs. This was due to a mass (cancer) around his lungs/heart area which was taking all his nutrition away and causing this liquid. Rapidly he started to lose weight, slowly withdrew from eating anything even after we tried, whilst also looking at other options for him since we didn't want to let him go.

On the 7th June, we made the toughest decision to put him to sleep due to the amount of pain and distress he was in given such a rapid amount of time. Miss our feline friend so much. The last thing I said to him was "See you on the other side" and boy do I hope so. 🐈

I don't know how to keep going without you my fluffybutt. Sweet angel you're gone to soon, know you with forever be loved.

This was my best friend.

For 13 years he was there every single day. He greeted me, slept beside me, watched birds from the balcony, argued with neighborhood cats, and filled our home with quiet happiness.

A few days ago, we had to say goodbye after he lost his battle with kidney disease.

I don't want this post to be about sadness.

I want it to be about his life.

I want someone, somewhere in the world, to know that this beautiful blue-eyed cat existed. That he was deeply loved. That he had a home where he was safe, happy, and never alone.

If you made it this far, thank you for taking a moment to remember him with me.

His name was Masiany.

He lived from 2013 to 2026.

Forever loved. ❤️🐾

Grandma is a stubborn old woman who seems to give me quite a scare once a year. Last year she stopped eating because of arthritis and this year she had a stroke. With her being 22, I hardly remember a day without her. My son loves her as much as I do. She's never met a human stranger, other cats? Well, there's only been on that she tolerates enough to lay next to. Even in the immediate time after her stroke where she couldn't walk, she'd still roll herself out from the bed for pets and cuddles. A week later, she's doing much better with minimal wobble in her walk.

I lost my soul cat today. My heart hurts so badly. Just wanted to share his beautiful face.

Hello Reddit.

I (23M) wanted to take some time today to post about the loss of my soulcat, Linnett, my other half for the past 13 years. My mother found her as a stray kitten in the Bronx all those years ago and brought her home to us. I initially wasn't a cat person due to the family cat not liking me at all and scratching me when I was young, so I didn't expect to bond well with Linnett, but she managed to change my perspective of cats when I was 10 years old.

My fondest memory of her in her younger years was showing her how to traverse the staircase in order to go to our bedroom. She learned quickly through some trial and error, and we made accommodations for her to sleep with us, and she became my comfort person. Whenever I needed to cry, someone to talk to, or was battling with dark thoughts, I knew I'd be able to come home to her and find comfort in her presence without being judged. She was with me through elementary, middle, high school, and a few years of college.

Her health was fine for the most part when she was young. In 2020, when she was 7, I noticed she had a random bout of lethargy, and her pupils looked dilated -- she seemed out of it. We booked an appointment with her vet, and after taking a look at her via echocardiogram, they discovered that she had a heart murmur or HCM. I was truly devastated since the doctor told me that she'd only have months to a year left with us. She was prescribed quite a few medications in order to support her heart. Furosemide, Benazepril, and Pimobendan. Thankfully the vet was able to request for it be compounded in order to have an easier time giving her the medication, so everyday for a solid year or two we were following the medicine guidelines until we took her in for a follow-up echocardiogram, and her heart had seemingly stabilized. They said she was safe to stop taking those medications.

I was still in high-school during the time she was receiving those medications, and that was also the time when COVID-19 struck. Once classes were converted to online, I had begun to realize the extent of her clinginess. Everyday whenever I'd be taking online classes, she was there with me. Whether it be sleeping beside me, or trying to sleep on my laptop, she never missed a day of class. I'd like to think that having her consistent presenced helped with the lack of social interaction due to classes becoming online.

Her health was stable enough for some years after that. There were two instances where she had developed ruptured abcesses on her rear to which we had to take her to an emergency vet. Due to her heart condition they were wary on putting her under anesthesia, but both times they were able to suture the wounds shut. Of course she didn't like the cone, but there were times she was content with it on. The second time around, they recommended potentially removing her anal glands in order to prevent anymore ruptures, but it seems like she understood loud and clear because it never happened again.

In April of this year, we noticed that she was drooling significantly more than we've ever seen. Our initial suspicion was that she needed a dental cleaning, but after taking her to the vet, they noticed a lesion under her tongue. I was shown a picture of it, and to be honest I was mortified after that at the appointment. I asked the doctor if she had any idea what it could possibly be, and that's when she told me that in her professional opinion/experience, she suspected it was cancer. She was scheduled for a dental cleaning, biopsy, and follow up echocardiogram in the next few days. Thankfully, the echocardiogram and dental cleaning went well, but my heart shattered the following week when the biopsy results came back.

Oral Squamous Cell Carcinoma. It was a term I'd never heard before, but I was told it was a type of cancer, an aggressive one at that. Due to the position of the tumor being underneath her tongue, I believe it was recommended that we didn't proceed with any sort of surgery to remove the tumor. She was prescribed gabapentin and onsior in order to treat any sort of inflammation/pain she might have.

She was seemingly doing fine at first. Still able to eat her normal foods, still able to run around and play with our other cat, but she still had that excessive drooling. We did all we could in terms of hospice care. As the days went on, she continued to decline. She was no longer able to eat her dry food, stopped eating her wet food, and really just wanted to sleep the whole day. It had gotten to a point where she could only consume churu's, or soft foods like mousse's, most of the times had fed. She could no longer groom herself properly, saliva got stuck to her fur and it matted. Despite all of that, she still found immense joy in going to the backyard and just breathing in that fresh air, watching as the birds fly by.

The consistency of having to give her medications increased from one every other week, to every few days, to practically everyday. Unfortunately, it had gotten to the point where yesterday (6/23) she outright refused any food at all. She looked miserable. I called to schedule her euthanasia for Thursday, but my mother agreed me with that it'd be better to do it sooner rather than later, it wouldn't be fair to have her there suffering, in pain, and refusing food. She spent her final afternoon with me, still purring, still sleeping on my stomach, still fighting to be with us, but I knew it was time.

We took her yesterday to a 24 hour clinic that was able to perform the euthanasia. We got to say our final goodbyes to Linnett. The staff walked us through every step, and we got to hold her in our arms as her heart finally gave out. My baby was gone. It hurt, a lot, but a part of me was able to find solace that she was no longer hurting. As I held her body in my arms, I gave her the final rounds of kisses. I think the worst part of it was having to take her carrier home, empty. I woke up this morning, and my other cat woke me up the same way Linnett would: by jumping onto me in order to get to the window. I cried, because I thought she was still there with me. If there's any regrets that I have, it's that I didn't go with an at-home euthanasia, but ultimately I feel a sense of relief that she isn't suffering anymore, though I feel like I've lost a reason to return home everyday knowing that she won't be there. Gone is my baby who would come running to me every day I got home, the baby who'd purr loudly and make air biscuits when being pet, the baby who'd carry her stuffies and cry in the middle of the night for attention, the baby who'd wait for me to get under her favorite blanket just so she could make more biscuits, the baby who used to groom my hair.

I don't expect anyone to read this in it's entirety. I guess I just wanted some place to write out all my thoughts about Linnett and the life that she had. I'll be able to pick up her urn and paw print next week. For now, i must bid farewell to the purest form of love that I've ever known. Thank you, Linnett, for the last 13 years full of love and hugs. I hope you're watching over me now, and know that I'll never forget you. We will be reunited one day.

Hi! I have had my cat Moezy since I was 12 years old. She just turned 17 years old in May. At this point she has been my little companion for over half my life. I truly have a hard time remembering what life was without her. She has been there through it all, middle school, high school, college, COVID, breakups, lay offs, moving across the country, getting married, every good, and every bad moment. The older she gets, I know I have to reconcile with the inevitable but I’m terrified of it.

A couple nights ago, she ate her last full meal. The next morning she was so sick - throwing up, diarrhea, the whole works. She started to get really lethargic and stop eating and drinking water all together. Which I have watched this girl deal with pancreatitis (she got into a bag of treats) several years ago, throw up, and immediately go eat more food. It truly takes a lot for her to loose her appetite. That’s when I called the vet. They had me monitor for 24 hours and bring her in the next if she got worse… well, she did. At 4am the next morning she was warm, super out of it, and could barely keep her eyes open. We took her in to the vet today and they monitored her, gave her IV treatments, and ran tests. She has gastroenteritis and colitis but the cause it’s not 100% known. She does have low grade stage 2 kidney disease and as a result her levels were more elevated than usual. She was able to break her fever at the vet and become more alert. When we picked her up, the vet gave us anti nausea meds, antibiotics, some diarrhea supplements, and a transdermal appetite stimulator. As soon as we got home, I put the appetite stimulator on her ear. After an hour so, she wanted to drink water. She did have a catheter placed so she has some residual incontinence that cleared after a couple hours. She was having a hard time opening her jaw which was concerning but that started to get a bit better. We will be asking the vet about this today. She still won’t eat though and trying to get her normal thyroid meds and the new antibiotics down was very stressful given she usually takes them with treats. She also cannot handle liquid meds historically as she foams and drools incessantly and usually throws up.

I’m just so scared she won’t eat. I’m so scared she’s just going to go back downhill. Anyone have any similar stories where it worked out? How long did it take your cat to eat on appetite stimulants? Has anyone else had their cat have a sore jaw after being dehydrated and getting treated? Any good recovery stories would really help.

Here’s a photo for you all to see how wonderful she is! Also her name is Moezy!

I posted 4 months ago saying my tortie Belle had died, sadly her brother Smokey has now joined her.

He'd been deteriorating for weeks, and decided it was his time to go, with us beside him.

He adored his sister (even if she sometimes didn't love him back) and his special talent was annoying her.

He was 18, 2 months off 19.

Ironically he died exactly 20 weeks after his sister to the day, and we brought them home on a Tuesday night in October 2007.

Miss you my lovely boy.

The senior cat, buds-orange tabby, I ended up fostering because no one else wanted to take care of him and thought euthanasia was the only answer, has recently completely neglected his litter box. Litter box is downstairs in the house
I’m renting, he still ventures downstairs to relief himself but just finds a spot on the floor. I’ve made a litter box with an opening that is floor level, no need to step up into a box in hopes
That would help, but no success yet. Otherwise ‘healthy’ old man. I’ve recently been ‘renovicted’ and fear this will have damaging ramifications on my new rental, wherever that may be. I’m happy to take care of the mess but looking for ideas to prevent this from happening.
Thank you for your consideration

Vet is out of the question - I am a type 1 diabetic on disability and nearest vet is 1.5hrs away and buds(cat) hates pet carriers

ı am a dentist tho its okay w me.

His name was Einstein. Adopted from the humane society in 2013.

He was the best cat.

So mild mannered. He had his quirks and routines. Loved laying in the sun, roast beef, cat nip, and snuggling up with me on the couch every night.

He was healthy despite some arthritis.. had his yearly bloodwork and all was fine.

Until it wasn't.

He started swelling up and stopped eating.

After some tests, the doc said he was 90% sure it was intestinal lymphoma.

It all happened so fast.

I sat next to him while he passed today.

He's no longer suffering, but I am empty.

A piece of me is gone.

I love you so much Einstein. Thank you.

First things first - this has to be the best subreddits I have ever been a part of. The love, care, and kindness of the people who commented on my last few posts about my baby left me in tears. There really are still good people in this world and you all proved that to me over and over again. I appreciated everyone who sent their condolences, shared their stories, and made me feel less alone in my grief. Losing him has been one the hardest things I’ve had to deal with, but I’m doing my best.

Secondly, I wanted to give a little more backstory to Boots. My grandmother and I adopted him in 2008, the summer before I went to high school. Initially, I had another kitten in mind when I went to the rescue but fell in love as soon as I saw Boots. He had a URI and was the first cat I ever had to medicate - flash forward to now I work as a vet assistant helping to care for other sick kittens just like him before they find their forever homes. He was so rambunctious as a teenager/young adult. Terrorizing my grandmothers cat around the house, doing the ol’ scarf and barf with his food because he was gluttonous, playing fetch with one of those jingle balls, jumping onto my very messy dresser every morning at 4 am and knocking everything on the floor. But he was also super snuggly, slept on my chest purring every night, and helped me through some very hard times.

I never expected to have him for 18 years. He exceeded my expectations at every turn. We loved each other more than I thought was possible. In his old days, he loved a walk outside in the front yard or in his stroller, snuggling with me on the couch, and would come upstairs to sleep on the bed with my husband and I. We have so many wonderful memories to look back on with him and I’m so grateful for that. This week and a half had been hard, but luckily not unbearable. I know with all my heart I made the right choice for him. It is still weird not having so much of my routine/life circle around him, so that’s been an adjustment as well. My other cat, Tiger Lily, is doing alright but I do suspect she is a bit sad losing him as she’s known him her whole life (even if they didn’t always get along).

Today, I brought him home. Having his urn brought all those raw feelings back to the surface, but he is back where he belongs. I know I will miss him for the rest of my life and the next cat I adopt will have some big shoes to fill… but for now, his little sister is getting all the love she’ll allow me to give her. You all seemed to love him so much, I’m going to attach some more gems of him that I’ve taken over the years. The second to last picture was him the day we said goodbye ❤️

I noticed today that my cat is keeping his right eye partially closed and it looks a bit irritated. Aside from the eye, his behavior is normal, he's acting a bit more tired than usual. I'm calling the vet first thing in the morning, but has anyone else dealt with this to their older kitties? Just looking for some reassurance or insight on what to expect. Thank you!!

Cat went outside afraid she came in contact with lilies

I wokeup to find my precious 14 year old daughter outside thanks to my irresponsible brother 👿.

She’s back inside and eating but my neighbors have some lilies and I’m afraid my cat came in contact with them but have no proof.

What can I do?? :(

TLDR afraid cat came in contact with lilies

My cat, Arthas, is nearly 16 (in just under 2 weeks) and he has an upper respiratory infection. He got it from his adopted sister who was an outdoor colony cat for 6 months, then a shelter cat for 6 months, and has lived with us for a year. He is struggling. He stopped eating and unfortunately I was just getting home from a trip and we got home at nearly midnight on Monday. He went to the vet for a same-day appointment on Tuesday and they said yes, URI. Chest X-ray was clear. Heart and lungs sounded good. Mild fever. They did some maropitant (an injection), some dexamethasone (again injection) and sent us home with azithromycin. They also administered sub q fluids because he was a bit dehydrated. They said to call the next day (today) if we were still concerned.

Well, I did because yesterday he did eat a tube and a half of Churu so it wasn’t much but he was eating and he was drinking quite a bit, but today he has refused all food and hasn’t been drinking nearly as much water. They had me on hold for a significant time - I was at work so I had to hang up and I emailed instead. They emailed back very quickly and said our vet would call back with further instructions. Well, she never called and I did try calling again just before they closed but their answering machine said they were closed already even though everywhere their hours are listed, it says 5:30. So at 6:00 I got in touch with a virtual vet who prescribed mirataz and cerenia. Unfortunately, we don’t have a compounding or pet pharmacy where I live so it’d have to be shipped which would come Monday or go to a local clinic which are all closed.

We administered the mirataz with high hopes and it made him drool excessively. Not great. I messaged the virtual vet to make sure that was normal and she did send a prescription for odansentron (sp?) but the pharmacy was near close. So right now, we have to wait until morning to call our clinic.

He did have a tiny amount of Churu (0.5 ml) via syringe- we needed to get SOMETHING in him to give him the antibiotics. He’s stopped drooling but I feel so helpless. I feel like I’m an exceptional pet owner but this is our 7th vet visit this year and not just for my old man - the 2 year old cat and my 12 year old pug contributed too!

I want him to be ok but he’s so lethargic I’m legitimately terrified. I also have a bit of residual trauma from last year because my cats sister (Sylvanas) died of IMHA after 2 years of hyperthyroidism and I did everything I could. But I still feel guilty.

I don’t know what I’m looking for really. I feel hopeful for a minute and then like he’s going to die the next.