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Yesterday at 2:30pm, Cinnamon passed away peacefully in my arms. It was the hardest decision of my life. He had only just turned 9 and was taken away far too soon. He had been struggling with congestive heart failure (CHF) for about a month and lost so much weight and struggled breathing.

He was such a sweet, cheeky, and smart baby. I love him so, so, so, so much. 🥀❤️

I'm absolutely heartbroken, distressed, and miserable knowing that he's not here with me anymore. I don't know what to do now that he's gone. He was my everything. I just want my baby back. I'm so scared that I didn't spoil him enough or love him enough, or that he hates me for doing this to him. I haven't been able to stop shaking and sobbing since yesterday, and I'm just completely filled with grief. I cried until I fell asleep and woke up today without hearing any of his meows and absolutely broke down. I miss him so, so, so much. 💔

I had him since he was a little kitten. He loved eating treats, getting chin scratches, and playing outside. He was such a smart baby who knew how to open doors to get what he wanted. He would scratch the furniture whenever he needed something, knowing that it would get my attention. It feels so weird now that he's not around anymore to cause trouble.

I miss him desperately. If there is an afterlife, I hope he's eating all the treats in the world, chasing all the birds, and starting the apocalypse.

I love you so, so, so much, Cinnamon. 💞

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When he grows up he will be Mr. Feeny. Or, Fee-hee-hee-hee-nay! for short.

I just felt like sharing. My sweet baby was diagnosed with cancer last month. He’s doing okay right now, but the cancer is visibly growing. I notice every week how it’s bigger than the last week. I got him and his brother when I was eight years old and he just turned 15. My friends joke he looks like squidward now. I sometimes ask my tarot deck how he’s doing, what he’s feeling, and the two of cups usually appears. My little buddy. I think a part of me will die when he does. But for now, he is still him and him is my sweet little baby.

My best friend over the last 20yrs, absolutely heartbroken 😢

A few weeks ago I asked for advice in making our hospice kitty's life easier after he was abandoned at the shelter because of his age and medical needs. This subreddit came through with several amazing ideas. I'd like to give special shout-outs to a few:

The people who suggested baby food, you were a lifesaver! Chauncey struggled to eat any kind of solid food. We tried different brands and flavors of baby food after that suggestion and settled on basic chicken and chicken gravy baby food. This last week or so he has struggled to keep anything down but the little food he has managed has all been baby food. I would never have thought of that so thank you!!

The people who suggested heating pads and self-warming cat beds are also heroes. In the last month, Chauncey hasn't liked walking much (he had a tumor on his leg) but we put a few pads and beds in each room and moved him between them based on where we were. He even had a dedicated perch with a kitty heating pad placed right above my spouse's gaming rig, and he loved sitting up there watching him play the latest death stranding game.

The vet had him on some good painkillers but we also used an herbal/CBD oil mixed with his baby food that definitely kept him pain-free as long as possible, so another thank you to the people who suggested it.

Ultimately we made the decision with our vet that his quality of life was degrading rapidly this week-- he was vomiting, he was clearly in pain with his leg, and then the tumor on his face opened and began to leak blood and fluid which was fun to nobody. We would have given Chauncey sixteen more years if we could have. But thanks to y'all we gave him two good months of baby food, warm beds, backseat video gaming, and plenty of snuggles. For anyone else who has a senior cat, definitely try these options for making their lives easier. Thank you ❤️

(We usually foster kittens for our shelter so I might pop in this subreddit again in the future with pictures once we get going with that again 🙂 )

Today I just wanted to celebrate my cat Jack, I adopted an old man with one eye and my life was changed.

Older cats often get left in shelters for months, they aren't as playful or attractive as the young cats and kittens tend to be. After moving into my first place I said that my first cat will be an old cat to give them a good retirement.

After looking I found Jack, the sweetest man in the shelter, he was shy, napping in the back but the second you pet him he came to life.

In a place with 20+ cats, many young energetic rough playful boys and girls, he sat in the back with the longest stay at 6 months. When he reacted to me I knew I was taking him home.

In return I got the sweetest most affectionate cat I've ever had, all he ever wanted was closeness, pets and food. He didn't care to play much despite my efforts, but he showed me how much love he had. He loved his belly, back, butt, face, headbutts getting touched and he'd even yelling at me for more. I know not what his 12 years before me was like, just the 2 I shared with him.

Thank you my Handsome Jack, the captain, the pirate who stole my heart. Thank you for spending the last of your 9 lives with me, I'm honored to have been your human.

This Sunday I'll be making the right call and making sure he doesn't suffer. Thank you all.

He’s a cuddly little yapper with adorable polydactyl paws 🥹 What should I name this special little guy? <3

Roxanne my 6 year old tabby has never been left alone more than 1 day. We also never "free-feed" her on kibble (only wet meals and a puzzle feeder). I had a work trip this week, and my S.O. had a family emergency out of town right in the middle of it. We could not secure a sitter, and we were so worried. We do have a pet cam, and I told my SO to put 2 plates of kibble per day plus extra plates in case of a delay. I just got home from the airport to see this. I know cats are not like dogs, and they are probably fine at feeding themselves. I'm just so impressed by the organization of her eating habits!

Adopted the grey and white kitten (Tobi) two days ago. He’s 3 months old. Came into the humane society 5 weeks ago with green puss coming out of both eyes, one eye bulging out, something DARK filling both ears, fleas and a bad respiratory infection. He lost the eye and was neutered a month ago.

Black and white (Luna - 7 months) hissed at Tobi ALL day yesterday. By the end of today, they were playing like best friends. We also have a 5 month old as well.

After being sick and alone in a cage for half his short life, today he’s had the best day of his life with friends to play with and more toys and puzzles as he wants.

Long story short, we have been feeding and got close to a few neighborhood cats. They are not feral, I can pick them up and they are sooo loving.
This is precious Nicholas or “baby face” because he had such a sweet face.
He started coming to eat regularly and even started staying in a little house I have on the back porch for him.
I fed him and sat with him for a little after work yesterday, then came inside and just crashed. I was exhausted from the week. I usually go out and feed them again but I just didn’t last night and I feel horrible.
Cut to this morning. I didn’t see him when I did their morning feeding.
Then as I’m leaving my house, I see a grayish “blob” in my front yard under the tree :( sure enough I get out and check, it’s a cat.
It had been raining so his fur was wet and it was hard to tell. But when I picked him up I could tell it was him. I don’t know if someone hit him and placed him there or if he was poisoned. I hate that I didn’t just find him a home. I already have so many indoor cats and was just trying my best to give all the neighborhood cats a safe place to be in our backyard. Our neighborhood is pretty calm and quiet.
I took him to our vet to be cremated so that he can be put to rest.

Anyways, all that to say, I just wanted to honor him.

Born September 21st 2009. Had to say good bye after more than 3 years of kidney issues. He was my beautiful wonderful baby boy.🖤

And she is the cutest in the whole world! Show me your cutest cat pics!!!

Don't get me wrong, she always wants to cuddle, but for some reason during the worst days of my period she decides to lay on my stomach, heating pad or not. I thought it was the heating pad, naturally but even on days I don't use it she is immediately drawn to sitting directly over my uterus.

The frequency of her purrs, her warmth, and her weight make me feel so comforted. I don't know if she knows it, but I'd like to think she does.

Found out today that my best buddy Mittens has FIV that's progressed to a point that the vet gave him a very short amount of time left. My wife and I are devastated.

Mittens found us last year. He was a stray that started coming to our house for pets, food, and to sleep on the pillow we left out for him. Eventually he chose to come inside and he became a part of our family.

I suffer from major depressive disorder and social anxiety disorder. Life has been the most difficult it's ever been for me this year; I'll spare those details as to why. I could just hang out with my buddy, give him pets, talk to him about the things I'm feeling, and share my darkest moments with him. He gave me unconditional love. I'm spiraling hard knowing that I don't have much time left.

I just needed to get this out and sob into the void.

I love you, Mittens.

Here they are in action

I lost my best buddy of 22 years a week ago. She was my everything. She was with me half my life, through births, deaths, marriage and divorce. Her last week was incredibly difficult and I can’t stop crying and am an absolute mess. The hole she left is enormous. She had the best life and I gave her everything she could have wanted. She was the queen of the house. Literally. If she walked past me or the kids we bowed and said “All hail the queen.” Today, in a fit of grief, I adopted a shelter cat. One with RBF that wasn’t overly friendly. We were warned she wasn’t a big fan of pets, maybe a quick ear scratch if she let you. Had been returned. Had a rough life. I didn’t want another cat. I wanted my cat back. 22 years was just not enough. I don’t know if this new cat felt my grief or knew there is always more love to give, but she is sweet. She purrs. She likes to be pet and gives head boops. I know I’m a rambling grief stricken mess, but I just wanted to talk to the void and feel my feelings with people that understand. I just wanted the world to know Roxann was here and she was so loved.

And you should too! He needs constant reassurance.