(This post was originally made for Facebook so I tried to edit in some extra details for context, the only other thing to know is Bandit was hyperthyroid, arthritic, had kidney disease and recently-discovered heart disease with a gallop rhythm)

Oh, Bandit. My Onion Boy, my Bing, my Crustmeister 5000, my Grandpa Man. I could write a million words and it would never be enough to convey how absolutely devastated I am that you are gone, yet how honored I am to have become your Mom. I only wish we had more time. Bandit passed away in my arms this morning at 7:25. We were up with him the entire night because we just knew. We got to watch one more sunrise together and I hope you got to see it.

Bandit was dumped by a former neighbor who had moved out, a couple of years before we moved into our last rental (which was 2019). He came to see us every single day and spent hours on the porch with us. Once we learned he was dumped, we said that whenever we moved, he would come with us. But he could enjoy being a free man in the meantime.

Then the Alameda Fire in Southern Oregon happened, and Bandit went missing for nearly two weeks. My husband and I were in Redding, CA (a little over 2 hours away) when our neighborhood was evacuated and in the scuffle of my friends driving like hell from Ashland (we lived in Medford, about 20 mins north), throwing all of our cats, rabbits, and ferrets into one car and hightailing it out, there was no time to search the neighborhood for Bandit. We were devastated.

He came back two weeks later and was HAGGARD. Poor guy couldn’t meow from smoke inhalation. We took him into the vet that day, got him chipped, found out his giant list of medical complexities, and he’d been our shadow ever since. He helped us raise 3 kittens, he taught me that senior cats CAN learn to like a leash, and he is why I foster/rescue senior cats. Bandit had an ever-changing personality with new quirks abound as he got older. Despite his street-worn status, he never knew a stranger and every person, every animal, every bug was his friend.

I could talk forever into the void about Bandit but I know most have likely stopped reading by now. I will never stop talking about you. Every sleepless night, every $1,000 vet emergency, every bag of lactated ringers hanging from our wall, everything you yanked off the table and broke because you forgot you JUST ate, and every diaper change— I’d do it all again in a heartbeat. I will carry you everywhere. I love you. ❤️

Our sweet baby is going to cross the rainbow bridge tomorrow and my husband and I are really struggling. He’s had her for almost 15 years and pretty much his entire adult life, I came into her life 8 years ago. She is the sweetest cat I have ever met. She has had heart problems for awhile and we did everything we could, giving her multiple daily medications, but she is now in congestive heart failure with fluid around her lungs and abdomen, the meds are no longer helping. While she is stable and happy now, the vet warned us that the disease can cause her to decline rapidly and it is a painful way to die. So we made the painful decision to let her last days be good ones and say goodbye to her tomorrow in our home where she is comfortable. It’s so hard knowing she won’t be there when we wake up, laying at the foot of our bed. A million things are going to remind me of her every day. I’m struggling so much but especially because she still seems so happy, she’s laying on our screened in porch right now in the sun. But I know she’s dying and I want to give her as peaceful a death as possible. I can’t stop crying, I love her so much.

On Tuesday, October 13th, I had to say goodbye to my baby girl. She was 21. She ended up with both diabetes and Kidney disease; a common disease in elder kitties. She got them in the very late stages of her life, and she was doing amazing for about 2 years.

Whether it was the disease, diabetes or even old age, she hung on for as long as she could before she just couldn’t. I told her for years that she could let go, but she fought every time. Even on her last day, she put up a little fight with the vet when they were prepping her.

She went so peacefully. And I couldn’t ask for a better ending.

She was with me for so long. Her 3 weeks and me 16. She was always by my side, always cuddling with me, no matter where I was, went where ever I did. And now my room, and my heart are empty.

But she lived a wonderful life and I know she knew she was loved.

I will miss her, always and forever.

I hope to see you on the other side Cali girl. I love you.

Hello, I hope this is an okay place to share my grief.

A few days ago I lost my dear coal-kitty, my companion for over 15 years.

The first slide was her a few days before her final drive to the vet, the second slide the X-ray that would make the vet urge me to put her to sleep.

TW: The descriptions here are kind of graphic. Please only read it if you are absolutely able to.

She was a very timid cat, but a sweet one. Even as she was essentially suffocating with fluid across her entire body she'd still greet me with a small "brrt" and sought my attention, food, water, and exercise. She wanted to live and I took it away.

We used to not get along. When she was little she was understimulated and would often attack me. I was ill informed on why and resented her as a result, but I'd still take care of her, give her food, water, and change her litter. One wouldn't know when she would suddenly turn and absolutely maul my arm, though. My roommate at the time disliked her and another roommate would bully her with a flyswatter before he was hospitalised and passed away. She went from sleeping comfortably with me in my bed during her youth to barely wanting to be held by me at all in her aging years. Though we were finally truly getting along and she was playing, eating and she loved the garden chair in our backyard. She liked being pet and didn't mind being picked up.

I always wondered if she was content or not. Due to her athritis (I assume) she spent a lot of time sitting and purring (which she hardly ever did when she was little). She had interest in only a few toys, but due to her ailments she could only sort of wiggle her paws at them. I was scared that she was just in a neverending cycle of pain.

One day she was eating less and less, and that's when I took her to the vet, who'd take her to surgery to clean her teeth. It was clear though that she wouldn't be able to make it through another surgery. On more recent vet trips due to a UTI or signs of infection she began to throw up and pant in the car after less than half an hour of driving. It made me afraid to take her to the vet at all.

But she could finally eat and she loved dry treats and Churu. It was difficult though, because she'd still eat only a bit of every meal. I bought her some things to give her for Christmas, an advent calendar of cat-treats, and a wide variety of foods for her to try. She sadly never got to try them.

During the weekend I noticed that one of her front paws was swollen, and she'd occasionally sit down and breathe somewhat heavily, sometimes with her mouth open. I regret not taking her right away. I called the vet in tears on Monday, realising that her back paws were swollen as well and that she was panting with her mouth open sometimes. They still made me wait until the end of the day.

The swelling was painless and she was taken in for an X-ray, where I had to hear her yowl and hiss in distress, as she hated being handled by anyone but me. The vet pulled me aside to tell me that it wasn't looking good and that even an emergency clinic was risky, as she could suffocate at any minute. The X-ray shows her entire body being suffocated in liquid, which spilled out into her limbs. I couldn't afford an emergency clinic either.

My sweet girl had been so brave. I had to hold her with gloves as they injected a sedative that'd burn. The last meow I heard from her was a yowl of pain and a gentle warning bite. She'd stopped mauling me a long time ago. Even here she still would gently nip at me rather than bite me fully. She probably felt that I was the one hurting her and it tore me apart. She knew it was me. I brought her to my lap as she began to pass out quite quickly, trying to throw up but already being too weak. I pet her head and I was bawling at that point. I don't think I'll ever forget those wide, scared eyes as she was visibly struggling for every breath. She wanted to live. So badly. And I was ripping it away. It was already happening. I was so tempted to just beg the vets to save her instead, but I felt the sedative itself could kill her at this point, so I went through with having my cat put to sleep. We had to put her on the cold table where she got the final injection. Her body was so limp when I placed her back in the carrier. "She'd made it." the vet concluded after listening for her pulse/breathing.

She is now buried in a pretty, small grave in our back yard, where I light candles to remember her by. I let her return to the earth with her favourite toys and some treats and her favourite blanket.

I feel so immensely guilty. I'd always wished for her to have a wonderful evening to her life and a dignified end. Instead she died scared in a cold and sterile place, betrayed by the person she trusted the most, me. A part of me wonders if I dragged this poor, sweet and innocent animal with me rather than giving her up for adoption to a better owner because of my childhood trauma of losing my first cat, who was run over. She was taken to the vet by someone else, and I wasn't informed she had been put down until later. I swore to myself to keep this kitty and never leave her side until the end and I kept this promise, though I feel it has traumatised me. I feel like I neglected her, like I did everything wrong that could've been done wrong. I still replay the entire trip to the vet in my head over and over again. I wanted to make up for the time she spent suffering in our family, instead I feel like I'd neglected her and betrayed her when she so desperately wanted to live. I am falling back into a cycle of loathing myself, feeling empty, and crying at the loss of my only real companion, as I live alone.

I don't think I could bring myself to adopt another cat, or any animal for that matter. I am terrified to cause another innocent animal this same suffering. Yet, I have grown up and learned a lot about cats and how to respect their space and life over the years, so I really doubt that it would ever happen again. But the guilt is just too crushing.

What can I do? What should I do? I am at a complete loss.

My sweet bubby died of stomach cancer yesterday he was the sweetest most cuddliest orange boy i miss him so much I can't believe I'm never gonna hear his meow again. I had him his entire life as I also have his 14year old mother

I’ve been lucky enough to spend the last 11 years loving this fabulous cat. He’s a total character, completely cuddly, and he’s been through many a trial in his life (including but not limited to, surviving both a car (which shattered his jaw), and a fox (which left him limping for months following)), but he’s still retained his kittenish ways, and I couldn’t imagine life without him. Love you, Cutie-Patootie Bubsy Boi!

I don't even remember my life before her. She grew with me, changed houses with me, from childhood to adulthood.

She does so good. Nobody can even tell her age.

I didn't do anything special. Lots of love, she's a spoiled princess, but regular food, water, average litter. There were even sometimes I've not been such a good owner. COVID was hard. But she was always there for me. Never judged me, kept me in check, I stayed alive for her.

She's never given me any trouble or medical issues. I thought I was so blessed, but a lot of times I had the privilege to not worry about my old kitty.

Of course, I think from around 13? 14? the creeping thought of her death started to loom more and more.

And now it's so present.

She started coughing. For a couple months I thought it was hair balls, and then I stumbled upon a YouTube short showing a kitty with asthma. Thought oh, that's it then. But recently a colleague's senior kitty passed away, and I thought maybe I shouldn't assume I know what it is, she should get it checked out.

And so we did.

A lung tumor. They can't tell if it's cancer or an inflamed body. Either way, it has to go. Only option seems to be surgery. Either surgery, or to let it be. End of life care, eventual pain medication, anti inflammatories. But they told me so have a specialized consultant for cancer at the vet university. So I will.

I'm so scared and sad. I feel like a little kid again. My baby, my friend, my kitty, my Mia. I don't want her to suffer. She doesn't know anything. I'm her whole world and I'm crumbling. I need to be strong and I'm doing everything I can and I'm so happy I have savings to be able to try to give her the best chance, but damn it man. Couldn't she have a peaceful end of her life? Now her little ribs need to be opened to remove a tumor?

I'm sobbing just thinking about it. I don't her to be in pain.

My vets were very positive about it. But they recommend me talking to the specialized doctor either way.

But especially Mia's vet told me that her numbers are so good and her age is a risk, yes, but it shouldn't stop me from potentially saving her and getting a couple more years with her. If it's cancer, it will go to her bones and brain next. For now, it's a perfect, smooth, tumor.

The post surgery scares me too. I can't be home, I need to work. Who would watch her? My poor baby. What if it completely changes the cat she is, that much pain and confusion? Maybe I should ride out the years she has, let her be while she's fine and just with a little cough?

I'm hoping that the next specialized consultation will help me make out my mind.

I never post anywhere anything, especially not Reddit, but I was scrolling and I saw this community and read your stories and needed to pour my heart out.

My heart is broken but I know me and Mia are not alone.

Advice is welcome and I'd love to see your babies as well.

Attached are very recent photos of her. Turned 16 March.

We got Milky from a hoarder house, it was very dirty and rat infested and she was full of ear mites and flees.

She was so cuddly and loved every person in the family and anyone that came to visit, wanted pets and cuddles.

And as soon as she got them, she started to drool a lot.

She wasn't that playful, so her little brother was annoying her all the time.

She was with us for 14 years, before she got sick.

We still love her.

My sweet life companion recently hit the 5-month mark since she passed away, and it hurts so much. I miss Tilsa dearly. I still can't believe she passed this year at 12 years old. I never thought I would have to go through this. 😢😢😢

My 13 year old cat Luna was diagnosed with scc last Monday.. it's incredibly heartbreaking for me. She's the only cat I've had that I raised as a kitten. My other two cats (one passed away 4 years ago and the other is 12 and healthy) I got when they were adults already. It's been so hard to balance her pain management and comfort. She eats less than she used to but still has a bit of an appetite. I bring her outside in her stroller and brush her and she still purrs and finds enjoyment. But I can tell it's almost time for her to move on.

I am looking for people to relate to and talk to about this because my partner isn't the most supportive of what's going on..

Our 14 year old boy, Spencer, has started showing signs of his aging recently. His meow has changed. It's more hoarse now. His weight has changed. He lost his chunky belly.

He's still himself, but every reminder that you're going to lose your brother some day hits hard. I'm 23. Spencer is 14-15. I grew up with him and he's my mom's baby, so that's why I call him brother.

Spencer was born at our house all those years ago. We were working with an animal rescue and my mom liked taking in pregnant animals because she was very good with them. We still tell tales of his mom walking up and down our hallways saying "hello? Hello?" Because Spencer speaks just like she did. Our mom loves having conversations with him. It's very cute, and it does often appear like he knows how to hold a conversation with a person.

All my grief is anticipatory now. It becomes that way after you lose so many loved ones. We lost Siva, Spencer's baby sister (she was about 4 years old) earlier this year to cancer. I had to put down a kitten I rescued, Soleil, this year too because he had been left to die as a feral. He was found laying in the middle of the street at night by my neighbor, already half dead and too ill and weak to move.

We lost Spencer's big brother, Tigger, to cancer a couple years ago. We kept Siva around because Spencer has never lived as an only cat. He still doesn't, thanks to the guy who showed up in our garage after I left the door open overnight. Mr. Monkey is the greatest gift from the cat distribution system 🥰 He not only comforts me, but makes sure Spencer still doesn't have to know life as an only cat.

Please just send us some good vibes because we want Spencer around forever!

Cabang is our eldest among 11 strays I've voluntarily adopted over years ago. She's turning almost 11 years old this November and I've been carefully picky about her food lately to avoid her getting danger from awful sickness.

She has a long history among her siblings and more wise nowadays, she avoids unnecessary fights and loves to watch and sleep in our front yard together with our other cats.

May she live long and I'll always be by her side, my oldest daughter of the house. 🏡😺

Pacha a plus de 10 ans, il est FIV+ et était dans un refuge car il trainait dans la rue. En mauvais état, sale et sous alimenté nous l’avons reccueilli il y a 2 semaines.Il doit encore revoir le véterinaire pour différents tests mais nous le suivont de près. Il reprends des forces et nous donne tellement d’amour ❤️

My 16f is still baby. Going blind, maybe senile, but as nimble and loving as she was 14 years ago. It's difficult to get good pics of voids

We got Sunny when he was a kitten back when I was 11 years old. Today he turns 19, which where I live is the drinking age!
Happy birthday, buddy!

I have a girl whos roughly 11-12 years (she was a stray when I got her) she's not typically one to be super clingy and lovable, shes a pretty independent cat and still acts a touch feral at times. She's been much more insistent on laying on me in the living room recently. She hasn't lost any noticeable weight, she's not crying or having accidents outside the litter box, doesnt seem confused or more aggressive than usual.

Maybe just naturally mellowing out, or seeking warmth with the weather changing? I mainly worry cause she seems to show her age in her face more recently :(

The lady in question​

I've had Butters since I was 19 years old. I just celebrated my 35th birthday. Her 17th birthday is on Christmas. I got her February 28th, 2010.

I dont even know what to say but I'm not ready for these (i hope) years ahead of me.

I knew she'd age. I've taken as good of care of her as financially able. We've been to the vet a lot lately and no matter who sees her, they all agree, she's exceptionally healthy for a cat her age.

But she has a thyroid issue and arthritis in her back hips.

I feel like every decision I've been making lately is wrong and i'm hurting her. I take as much of my vets advice as possible, but my savings is bleeding faster than i can replenish it. Being senior, everything feels twice as expensive.

She's been on the Solensia shot for over a year. I stopped it a month or so ago because after about a week, she refused to jump up onto something. She just cried until i scooped her. I called the vet so they could log it and brought her in.

Let me stop here and say i LOVE our vet. They are amazing and our animals love them. So much so, when we bring our dog in, he will refuse to leave. They take amazing care of our family.

The options they laid out for her are both really shitty options though. Not their fault, it's just where we are right now

• Option 1.. is to manage her pain with heating pads, joint supplements, and laser therapy. Which i am doing regardless. I got her fish oil too.
• Option 2.. is to start her on Metacam or Meloxicam, but we run high risk of degrading her kidneys fast. How fast?? No one can tell me but the range thrown out was 6 months to a year.

We did bloodwork, they came back and said she has the precursors for kidney disease so the Metacam will more than very likely degrade her kidneys at the faster rate.

I asked for time. If i start her on the Metacam, it sounds like i have maybe 6 months before everything crumbles. I asked for time to get her started on kidney food and get the joint supplements and fish oil into her routine. I also bought a cold laser therapy tool thing and have been using it on her 3x a week.

I've been reading into the med best i can. Everything on the internet says to never ever give a cat the dog version, but that's the version my vet gave me and confirmed was the correct one to use.

I ended up speaking with another vet (sister location) since my location happened to be closed on the day i called in and she advised me to NOT give her Metacam and instead give her Gabapentin to help with the pain. So we did.

Last night she could barely walk she was in so much pain. Her back right leg wouldnt support her at all, she fell over. I read the Gabaentin can make them wobbly but this seemed like something different... She's better today but i'm completely lost. She's in pain and i feel like it's entirely my fault. I called the vet again and asked about getting her back on Solensia. I feel like a fool for stopping that treatment.

She is my first. I don't think i'll ever get another. I can't stop crying. I don't feel prepared at all. It feels impossible to even google for real advice because of all of the AI crap. I can't focus on work so i figured i would try posting her.

Idk what i'm even asking for. How do I do this?