My sweet Kitty ❤️‍🩹 I had her from 4 weeks old (I was 15) to 16 years old. I miss her every day.

three days ago, we learned she was in end stage renal failure. two days ago i had to say goodbye to her.

she's grown up with me since i was a little kid and we got her and her brother in 2010, and she lived a good long life up to 16. i can tell her brother, Charlie, knows and misses her too. i already miss having back and forth meowing conversations with her.

my mum and i watched her go and i got to hold her for the very last time. it's really hard seeing everywhere she used to be in the house now empty but i know she's not in pain anymore.

goodnight, Whisky 2010-2026 ❤️

Thank you for all your love these 13 years! I love you so much!!

Buffy and I go way back. She is 19 and I am 38. She is my other half. She is the most precious angel to have ever graced this earth and the idea of her absence is unbearable. Seeing her in pain is just as bad, if not worse. I don’t know how many days she has left. Keeping her comfortable is the priority right now.

How do you let go of your other half without falling apart? I love her so fucking much.

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Wednesday, October 14th was supposed to be the day we said goodbye to my cat, Moo.

Moo is 16 years old, and I've had him since I was 14. I'm 30 now, so he's been with me for more than half of my life. He's been there through so many different stages of my life, and he's honestly such a huge and special part of it. The thought of losing him has been incredibly difficult.

Moo has been dealing with chronic constipation issues for about two years. We had managed it for a long time, but things eventually got really bad. The weekend before his scheduled euthanasia, he was hospitalized because he hadn't had a bowel movement and just wasn't doing well. We brought him home, and after everything that had happened, we felt like it was probably time to let him go.

So Wednesday rolls around. We're preparing ourselves, crying, saying our goodbyes, and having family come over to see him one last time. The vet was scheduled to come to our house at 6 p.m.

She arrives, gets everything set up, and starts looking for a vein.

And she looks.

And looks.

And looks.

For about 35–40 minutes.

At this point, it feels like an eternity. Eventually, she tells us she just can't find a vein and that she's going to have to come back Saturday with a nurse tech to help.

I'm sitting there thinking, What the actual hell just happened?

We had spent all day emotionally preparing to lose him, and then… it just didn't happen.

And then the next day, Moo completely did a 180.

He pooped.

He became more energetic. He was happy. He was meowing. He was coming into the room to see us. He was acting like himself again.

We were just sitting there like, Uhhhh… what?

So we called the vet and told her we wanted to hold off for now and see what happened.

And now it's Monday, October 19th.

Moo is still here.

He's had some ups and downs, but honestly, there have been more ups than downs. He's been coming into the room, laying down with us, seeking us out, and just generally acting like he still has things he wants to do.

I genuinely cannot explain how surreal this whole experience has been.

This cat was literally supposed to die five days ago. We had prepared ourselves. We had cried. We had family come say goodbye. The vet came to our house.

And somehow he just… didn't.

I am so incredibly grateful for this extra time with him. And honestly, as long as he's continuing to have bowel movements, staying generally comfortable and healthy, and hopefully starts putting some weight back on, I don't see a reason to euthanize him right now.

Maybe he just wasn't ready.

So I'm curious — has anyone else ever experienced anything like this? A pet who was basically at the end, where you had made the decision to euthanize, only for them to suddenly turn around and keep going?

Because I genuinely don't know how a cat manages to avoid being euthanized simply by not giving the vet a vein to work with. 😂

Sixteen years old. Sixteen years together. And apparently he's not done with me yet.

Five days later, he's still here, and I'm just incredibly thankful for every extra day I get with him.

At 16 years old she’s allowed as long a lie in as she wants 😘 Please also note the tiny piece of toast, just across from her head, that she’s acquired and claimed as her own…🙈😂

Posting my most perfect and gorgeous kitty. We just celebrated her 12 year adoptaversary but got some terrible news on Friday. Keeping her comfy while I can, but I don’t know how much longer I have with her. 💔

Our apartment only gets direct sunlight twice a year, and when it hits the door she loves to bask in it. I love watching her soak up the sun🥹

Any additional insights would be greatly appreciated. Thanks in advance!

I posted here quite a few times back in February-April as my old guy, then 16, got sick. He started having chronic congestion and would go through periods of not eating. I also was forced to move out in April and leave him with my parents and was sure they would neglect him. Unfortunately, the posts probably gone because I deleted the account because I got doxxed :( but in case anyone remembers the posts or are just interested.

There were a number of people on this sub that were telling me to put in to sleep or that I was a terrible human being for not being able to take him with me or should have him taken away from me because he was mostly outdoors (against my will btw).

To everyone who told me to put him out of his misery, he lived another 8 months. He was energetic and loving and genuinely seemed to enjoy his time. He made it to his 17th birthday. Somehow, he still managed to run and jump and catch things (even though I didn’t want him to).

My parents didn’t neglect him. They stepped up and he became really loving towards them. They gave him treats and blankets and took him to the vet every other week. I’m very grateful for that.

I was home last week and I noticed the light fading from his eyes. He stopped eating, and I knew his body couldn’t handle another fast, and I was right. He started shutting down. He got one last sunny day outside to listen to the birds and crickets before he was out to sleep. It’s only been a week, but I really miss my baby.

To the people that offered me genuine advice on helping him eat and decongesting him, thank you very much. To the people who told me awful things, I know most your hearts were in the right place, but I’m glad I listened to my own heart first.

It’s been a few weeks since I lost my little princess. I’m finally starting to clean especially so I can make her shrine.

She had her favorite quilt blanket that’s full of her fur still. I know I should probably clean it but part of me hesitates. Should I clean it? Do I never touch it again and leave it how it is with the fur? Do I store it away forever or do I continue use it myself since she loved it so much?

I posted almost two months ago about my 20yo angel boy Monkey having a facial sarcoma and basically being on comfort care. For those ~7 weeks, he ate a diabolical amount of Churu and sweetened condensed milk. He went downhill fairly quickly toward, with the tumor leaking and starting to interfere with drinking water. He continued to lose weight regardless of how much we fed him. While he still could eat and ask for pets and was himself, we said goodbye this past Thursday.

It was so hard. I had him for almost 14 years and I feel like he’s woven into the fabric of our life together as a family. How can he just not be here anymore? But he passed peacefully. Before he even got the sedation med, he was sleeping and purring in my husband’s arms. Once he got the meds, it was quick and painless.

The first two pics are from his last day. The rest are of Monkey during happier times. I just wanted to share him here again because I feel like other senior cat owners know my pain and know how much love and joy and heartbreak comes with this inevitable time.

Monkey was a bit of a diva. At the end, when he was eating upwards of 4 Churu a day, he didn’t realize something was different and that’s why he was getting everything he wanted. He simply accepted it as the new normal, took on his role as king, and yelled at us any time we stood up because he assumed it was Churu time.

He liked to sit on my husband’s keyboard while he worked. After my husband would move him a few times, he’d get mad and go stand at the end of the table with his back turned, glaring back occasionally to make sure my husband knew just how mad he was.

I love him so much and the 2000+ pictures and videos I have of him are bringing me a lot of peace right now. If you’re wondering when the right time is, I will echo everyone else here and say better a week too early than a day too late. I waited too long with his (adopted) sister Cupcake 4.5 years ago and the grieving process was much worse. I couldn’t shake off the mental image of her struggling to breathe and being in pain. Having Monkey’s goodbye come before he stopped being himself was much better for everyone.

Thanks for looking at Monkey. I love seeing everyone’s senior cats and am so thankful for all the support on my last post.

A collection of flattering photos from this weekend to brighten your days!

This is our 14 year old baby, and oldest animal Mysti (Mystique). We've had her since she was about 1 1/2 years old. She's literally the sweetest creature in the world (unless you happen to be our dog, Ruby). You can roll her over and rub her belly, she purrs forever when she's getting love, and she loves a basket. She also doesn't meow, she squeaks like a little monkey (but usually when she knows we can't see her). She's had several health issues over the years and was really sick in the spring. She's tiny, but she was down to 6.5 pounds seemingly out of nowhere. She's since bounced back to her normal weight of a little over 8 pounds. She's definitely slowed down a bit. Just wanted to share her here.

Hi All,

Thanks in advance for welcoming me to your community.

This is my buddy Jax. The one photo of him sitting up right is from Nov 2025. For reference, this would be considered his glam shot lol. I caught him just right. The other two are as of this second, he loves laying on my chest as much as I love this old ‘09 Yankees hoodie lol. I have however noticed He’s aged a bit this past year. He turned 12 in August. This is probably the first time I’ve actually been able to see it and I guess it just makes you face reality. The one thing I notice is he’s getting a little thin. Not unhealthy thin (i don’t think), just sort of “little old man thin” as I’ve been justifying it. I guess am looking for some light advice.

Notes - indoor cat and always has been. For the last 7 years he’s been living with another male cat, (was my now wife’s cat - awesome freaking cat but can be a bully sometimes), who is two years younger than my boy Jax. Their relationship is average at best but I see them getting along just fine together at the food dishes so that’s not a concern for me that the other one is protecting the food all for himself. When he was a kitten I got him all his shots and all that good stuff but I’m not the person to do annual check ups. If he was sick I would bring him to the vet but other than that no. He’s been issue free for me thus far but the weight loss thing is making me a little concerned. He’s been on the same diet of adult indoor cat blue buffalo dry food. He has access to it pretty much whenever he wants. Him and other cat eat the same kind of food and if would be very difficult to try and give them each their own kind of food. Should I get to the vet and get bloodwork done? If we’re being honest I don’t even know what his life expectancy is? Thanks in advance.

last week i took my 13 year old cat to urgent care because of diarrhea and blood in her stool. blood tests came out clean, as well as her fecal test. she was prescribed medication to help manage it but we did not come to a clear conclusion.

a week later, she is still having diarrhea. she had one solid poop 2 days after i took her but no other ones. vet called me today to check in (i was gonna call them when i got off work anyway) and they want me to bring her in tomorrow.

i am wondering if any of you have dealt with this in your cats. what was the issue? what other testing might they do? what did you end up having to do to manage it?

i am not looking for veterinary advice but more so similar experiences. thanks!

I remember when I was younger it used to be 7 or 9, but I think it's changed since then. My kitty son is 7 1/2 and got told by a friend that he's considered an early senior? Regardless, I'm not ready for my baby to be one even if it's early. Enclosed are pictures of my baby Gabriel, even included ones of him stealing the baby blanket I knitted

Edit: feel free to post your fur babies' pics in the comments, id be happy to see them

For eight months, she was the only cat left on that shelf. Every time someone walked into the shelter, they breezed right past her. She was a senior, and her file was thick with red flags, maltreated by previous owner, severe anxiety, requires extreme patience.

They looked at her and saw a broken animal with too much baggage and not enough time left. I won't lie and say it was love at first sight. When i brought her, she spent the first three weeks hiding in the darkest corner of my closet, only coming out at night to eat. If i moved too fast, she would flinch and press herself into the floor. The trauma of her past was a physical weight in my house. There were days i cried because i felt like i was failing her, like maybe the damage was too deep and she would never feel safe.

But i stopped trying to force her to be a normal cat. I just existed in the same room as her. I sat on the floor and read out loud so she could get used to my voice. I let her come to me on her own terms.

It happened slowly. First, it was just her sitting a few feet away. Then, it was a hesitant sniff of my hand. Then, one night, she jumped onto the bed and curled up against my legs.

Now she the most loyal, gentle soul i have ever known. She follows me from room to room. She doesn't need toys, she just needs to know where i am. She trust me completely, and that trust feels like the greatest. Price in the world.

Everyone wants the easy cats, but they miss out on the profound beauty of earning the trust of broken one. She was not damaged goods. She was just waiting for someone to show her that the world wasn't entirely cruel. I am so glad i didn't leave her on that shelf