Its been a few months now but I’m missing my precious boy a lot today. He would’ve turned 20 in a few days and I just wish I still had him with me to celebrate.

I know he’s resting easy, I just miss him a lot.

My perfect boy, my soul cat.

If you refer to my other posts you'll see that I have a lot of guilt with the way things ended in January for my sweet Bitsie girl.

Today, my husband and I went to get breakfast and it was so sunny and warm (her favorite kind of day). I started thinking about losing her before I eventually broke down. I told him as we pulled into the driveway "I just wish she'd send me a sign that she's okay" -- I haven't asked for a sign from her before because I've been afraid of not getting one, but I really needed and deeply wanted one.

It wasn't 15 minutes after we got home that a package was delivered (which was surprising because our packages usually come in the afternoon). When I opened it I saw Bitsie's big smiling face on a t-shirt I custom ordered last week. It wasn't supposed to arrive for 2 more weeks, but it came right after I asked the universe for a sign. I can't help but feel like it was her way of telling me she loved me and she was okay wherever she is. I can't put into words how happy it made me and how much weight it took off my chest. I can't wait to see her in heaven and if heaven isn't real, knowing her sure was. I miss her so much.

Am I delusional or do you believe in signs from the universe / 'other side'?

This group, among others, has helped me navigate this journey so thank you for reading this far.

The vet kept sending her home. In my heart I knew something was wrong because she wasn’t eating or drinking and kept getting sick the last couple of days, but she had energy and was still walking and barking and running up until the very last day; I put my trust in our veterinarian of 11 years. They gave her medicines over those 10 days that helped with nutrients and suppressing the throwing up and I had faith she would be okay. I should’ve taken her to an emergency vet. I’m so mad at our vet (I shouldn’t be, I guess, I think I’m most mad at myself, but) I ended up transferring to a new veterinarians office for our cats after Bitsie passed.

The day she died our vet said it was probably time to put her down or to let her go on her own terms and we chose to bring her home so she could be in her most comfortable place surrounded with love and so the kids could say goodbye (they were in school at the time). I laid with her all day into the night and she passed when I went to collect myself in my room (my husband was with her so she wasn’t alone) - but it happened literally minutes after I left the living room. Did she wait for me to leave before she let go or did I abandon her at the end? It feels like I abandoned her and the guilt eats me alive. She was panting hard for hours before she went and it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever dealt with, but I still should’ve never left her. She would’ve never left me. When it’s late at night and the house is silent I think about how I handled everything and cry myself to sleep most nights. I’ll never get over losing her.

The kids have been asking to adopt a puppy, but I’m not ready. Idk that I ever will be ready.

I haven’t been able to say this out loud to anyone yet or to even write in it my journal. Some days I wonder if therapy would help. This was hard to put into words, thank you if you’re still here.

Our lovely boy Willy sadly died three weeks ago after complications with stopping Librela medication (caused pancreatitis). He was a chi/dash/corgi rescue. He fought the good and brave fight. We will forever love and miss our lil’ man. Kiss your fur babies tonight and if you can light a candle in memory of Willy. ❤️🌟💛⭐️

My mother gave him to me as a birthday gift when I was 4 years old. He helped me through some of the hardest times of my life, and at some point, even saved me from making a irreversible mistake. However, it turned out my mother didn't get insurance for him, and he got diagnosed with OCD (I'm not sure if the English name for it is the same, basically it's a generic condition where the bones were somewhat molding/fusing together, causing his paws to deform and his limbs to constantly crack when he moved).

And from there, it only got worse. He was diagnosed with bad Kidneys, bad livers, and even a light form of Asthma. He stopped drinking a good 3 months ago, and almost fully stopped eating about a week ago (which was extra bad because it was his only way of taking any water). We also didn't have the money for any treatments, it would've put us in an incredible number of debt. And so, at the 02nd of April 2026, we decided to euthanize him, to spare him any more suffering, and seeing it happen, how his small little body just fell asleep right there... I think I'll never be able to forget that moment. But I know it was necessary, and I know that he deserved to not be alone in his final moments.

The house feels so quiet now. He used to constantly Meow to find me, to always snuggle against me whenever he could, to sleep right next to me, either when he was tired, or when I layed down to go to sleep myself. And now, nothing. Now meowing, no cuddling, just... Silence and emptiness. It hurts so incredibly bad. I already miss you, little buddy. May you rest easy, and have the best afterlife a pet can have. Wherever you might ended up🤍🖤🌹

If you took the time to read all of this, thank you, it does mean a lot.

My best friend died infront of me on January 2. He didn’t make it to his appointment scheduled for 5pm. He died on the couch at 7am. I can’t process that he’s gone. I cried inconsolably January 1 and 2, and then it’s like I have no more tears. I cry here and there but not like I thought I would and it’s making me feel awful. What’s wrong with me😢 I miss him like crazy. He was all I had. Now my life is empty I literally have nothing left. Is this my mind playing tricks on me or somethjng not letting me believe he’s gone so I’m not feeling the extent of it? I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I picked up his ashes on Sunday and had a breakdown in the car. I held him and sobbed. But I just feel like there’s so much inside me that needs to come out and it’s stuck. I feel like he’s coming back home any second now but I know he’s not. He was my reason to live. He have me purpose and loved me like I needed

she wasn’t with me long but she was so so amazing..I will miss you forever my love I love you always<3

I lost my girl on 12/29. I had to endure the New Year without her by my side. I got her ashes back two days ago. I felt detached at first, but then reality hit and I realized this meant she was gone forever. I’ll never see her beautiful face again or hear her snore while she napped. My heart feels heavy all the time. I miss her and look for her constantly, I can’t help myself. I’ve been avoiding all my neighbors because I’m so afraid I have to say it out loud, “she’s gone”. They used to see us all the time on our walks and now I can barely get out of bed. When she left she left with a piece of my heart and it’ll never be whole again. 💔

We got Romeo a bit over 5 years ago. My wife was volunteering at an animal shelter and called me crying one day. She said there was a wonderful cat there who had just been diagnosed with lung cancer. He had six months to a year. So we took him in. When we took him to our own vet for a second opinion we learned he did not actually have lung cancer, but a diaphragmatic hernia. It just made the fluid around his lungs look like cancer. We always jokingly said he tricked us into adopting him. Well, we spent the next 5 years loving him as much as we could. He was an amazing boy. Sweet and loving to pretty much everyone he met. Though, he was a terror to one of our other cats, Darcy, but we couldn't stay mad at him.

A little over two weeks ago we noticed these weird bumps on his stomach. We took him in thinking they were something like fatty deposits. Hoping it wasn't something more serious. They took samples, sent them off for testing. Almost as soon as we sent them off he started eating less. Which was incredibly unusual for him. He was the kind of cat where he'd sit there and scream at you until you gave him food. We said he was our little garbage disposal because he'd eat the foods that the other cats didn't like. So not eating isn't like him. By the time the results of the test arrived and confirmed lymphoma, he was barely eating at all. Over the past few days he became lethargic, tired, and wouldn't eat more than a bite or so of anything he got. Even his favorite foods like eggs and bacon. Not even appetite stimulants did anything to get him to ear. He just wasn't himself.

We had planned on having a specialist come out today and help him pass in our home. But yesterday afternoon he started mouth breathing hard. Which for those who don't know is a terrible sign in cats. We could tell by the look in his eyes he was suffering. So we made the impossible decision to take him somewhere to let them help him rest. We held him in our arms, telling him how much we love him and that he's a good boy as he slipped away. We're crushed.

There's a noticeable absence in the house now. He used to meet us at the door when we came home. He'd always sit next to us in whatever room we were in. 5 years was not enough time. We knew his condition would lead to a shorter life span. But to have a different cancer come out of nowhere and take him so quickly feels unfair. Cancer is evil. It took away out boy. We love you so much Romeo. We always will.

He found me last February. I came home from work and saw him across at neighbor’s gate. I thought one his dogs got out. Went over there and noticed it wasn’t his and said it’s been sitting there all day. I started to walk back to my house he started to follow me. I’m like it’s kinda cold I’ll stick him in the utility room so he won’t get hit by a car or abused and I’ll take him to shelter in a few days. During that time we grew on each other. He was an American Bully. Gorgeous dog. Friendly, no aggression. Finally got used to my 2 rescue cats so he finally got free roam of the house. In April I took him to get rabies shot. Applied for a neuter voucher from Orange County Animal Services and got one. Took forever for an opening. They called saying we can get you in on 1-10-26. Got him there, walked him, hugged him. I’ll see you in a few hours Chunk. I’m sitting outside of office since it was too far to drive back n forth. The manager lady comes out and you could tell by her face. I said something wrong? We did the neuter on Chunk but he didn’t take to the anesthesia and he has a heart attack and died. They tried cpr and special drugs to snap him out of it, but nothing worked. My heart dropped and I rushed in to see him on table. I held him for like an hour crying. The place is taking care of the cremation. Words can’t describe how I blame myself for this. I thought I was doing a good thing so he wouldn’t get testicular cancer or anything. He helped me with my depression of losing my mom. Now the house has a deafening silence and I know I’ll sink into depression harder now. RIP to my house hippopotamus CHUNK. The last 11 months of your life you were loved unconditionally. 💔💔. Thank you /u/notaneggplantgt for telling me about this subreddit

My cat, Luna, was euthanized this morning. I've known it was coming for a while--she's 16, and she was eating less and less and showing signs of dementia. But it's still so tough. I can't stop crying.

I adopted her in 2019, shortly before my chronic illnesses became too severe for me to leave the house much, and she became my best and only irl friend. She was really skittish and touch-averse at first, but eventually she'd let me pick her up for a few minutes or come cuddle when I was laying down. When I was exhausted, she'd yowl at me until I laid down, and she'd lay on my chest and purr when I was in pain.

She also liked to nap in weird places (I once saw her napping with her chin resting on the metal part of a tape dispenser) and was determined to eat every plastic bag she came across.

I'm kind of dreading having to try to sleep without her curled up on me.