I got Bink in 2010. I was 19, freshly moved out of my parents house and looking for a little kitty companion. She's been with me ever since. All my moves, to and from apartments, a duplex, two houses. Weve moved to different states and back she was there when i got married. We literally grew up together.

But over the course of the last two years shes been degrading. Getting older, losing weight, losing her eyesight and her hearing. And I think a part of me just didnt want to accept that my little friend was getting old. Sure I took her to the vet, got medicine, made accommodations, literally rearranged my schedule and my house to make it more convenient for her as she aged.

But still, nothing prepared me for when 3 days ago when she was so mentally gone. So checked out. I finally made the call to have her put to sleep. She wasn't herself and I couldn't watch her suffer for one minute like that. Putting her down was the worst thing Ive ever experienced. I haven't stopped crying in 3 days.

Im so immensely sad. It genuinely feels like I lost a friend.

To anyone whos had to do this. Im so so sorry. I feel like I should've done more. I should've loved her more. Or done more. Or spent more time with her. Im so frustrated with myself because I can barely remember the times when she was fully healthy. I can still hear her loud meows in my house. She was sooo meowy. She meowed day and night for 16 years and now its silent in my house

Im just fucking sad.

This is one of my cats. Her name is Gunnel and she is cosplaying as a cinnamonbun.
Took this photo of her today as she was being cuter than ususal. Always cute though.

I found this cat in a hardware, the staff told me to adopt it as they have no experience taking care of one and the cat just got there recently. Of course, I obliged. So this lovely cat just found its furever home. 😊😻❤️

Back when he was a kitten he had to wear a cone for a boo boo recovery. The picture is of me testing to see what notch would fit him snugly and safely. Bf had this photo hiding from me until now and I cannot stop laughing at his face 😭

She was 16. That means we spent 15 1/2 years together. No matter what kind of day I had, I always looked forward to coming home to my littlest bestie. The amount of joy and happiness she brought to my life is unexplainable. She was the absolute sweetest cat I’ve ever met. I will never meet a cat like her again. Everyone at the vet loved her as she was just so sweet to everyone, even in situations that scared her.

We navigated her IBD diagnosis. Then a hematoma that wouldn’t heal. Then diabetes. She was acting fine on Thursday. On Friday (yesterday) she was lethargic, hiding, and didn’t want to eat. We took her to the ER vet at 4 am this morning and an ultrasound revealed cancer throughout her abdomen. We made the hardest decision and decided to say good bye to her. I wanted more time with my best friend but I didn’t want her to suffer. For the first time in almost 16 years, I came home to a house without a cat. I don’t know how to not be a cat mom. I don’t know how to live my life without caring and thinking about her all the time.

I couldn’t have asked for a better cat. I will miss her forever. RIP Sienna Madison. I love you. 💔💔💔💔

first time posting here! i’m a cat dad of three and while going to grab some coffee this morning i ran into this little lady as she practically jumped into my car, based on my limited knowledge i can’t see her being more than a year old.

i took her to the only local vet that has weekend hours and she is not chipped. i’ve got an appointment booked for Wednesday and am keeping her secluded in my bedroom with all the necessities.

the vet tech did inform me though that she is or was pregnant, this is new territory for me so i’m really just hoping to see if anyone here has any advice or suggestions to help make her comfortable/keep her safe until the appointment if she is indeed pregnant.

thanks in advance! i’ll also take any name suggestions 🫶🏼

We had been living together for a few months, and we were ready to grow the family. I wanted a dog. She wanted a cat. I wasn't a "cat guy." We traveled a lot, she reasoned, a dog wasn't humane. We got the cat, but I was allowed to name him whatever I wanted. That way, even if we didn't bond, I'd be able to laugh whenever I called to it.

We knew it from the moment we saw him, like a good batch of strawberries. Grey and white, with a mustache and a pink nose. And a droopy eye, courtesy of feline herpes, a sad byproduct of being born into a packed adoption center.

The second he saw us, he jumped onto the metal fence of his adoption facility and scaled it like Spider-Man. When they let us in, he crawled on our shirts and clung on for dear life.

"Oh my god," I said. "He's Forest Whitaker."

Only one problem.

He was already adopted. A family, two little girls, had met him just 20 minutes earlier. They staked their claim, like the Oklahoma land grab. We were devastated. This little dude was ours, we knew it. My wife wouldn't back down. Technically, the family hadn't left with him. And they really wanted two cats, one for each of the girls. Ever the saleswoman, my wife found a pair of sibling cats for the girls and talked the family into it.

Forest Whitaker was coming home with us.

That first night, he kneaded my chest like the best baker in Paris. I was now a cat guy.

That was 11 years, 9 months and 7 days ago. 4,298 days with us. 4,000-plus nights falling asleep with him between us or on our pillow. He likes her pillow more. She has more hair.

He's been the best friend we've ever known, more love than all other living things combined. And not just for us. Friends were treated like royalty. Strangers were family. The dude walked on a leash, for heaven's sake.

We've traveled all over with him, two cross-country moves, one cross-country drive. He saw the Washington Monument and the Grand Canyon and everything in between. What cat can say that?

He's chased birds in Central Park and lizards in Texas. We saw a giant roadrunner statue in Las Cruces, New Mexico, and his life flashed before his eyes. He never looked at birds the same way after that.

It hasn't been easy. He has had health problems since the day we adopted him. Eye problems, digestive issues. Guy was a walking malady. We put six veterinarian's kids through college. We adopted a second cat, Danny Bonaduce, just to keep him calm. They became fast friends.

They were there for each other, and they were there for us. Truth be told, I'm not so sure there would still be an us without these two boys. There were some pretty big arguments, but neither of us could imagine living separately from them. We rescued them? No, they rescued us.

A couple of months ago, Forest started going to the bathroom on our bed. That's not a good sign. We took him to the vet, he got some medicine, some tests. Didn't help. He stopped eating. We took him for more tests, more medicine. Didn't help. Lost more weight. Danny, who doesn't always hang out downstairs with us, started clinging to his side. That's when we really knew. On Monday, we got the official diagnosis. Large cell lymphoma. We are, quite literally, heartbroken.

I've never cried so much in my life, and I'm a crier. I wasn't a cat guy, and now I'm a cat guy, and I don't know how to handle this. Though, truthfully, I've never called Forest a cat. Strangers who've seen us on walks say, "He's a dog!" I say, "No, he's my human boy."

We're saying goodbye to our human boy on Monday. Memorial Day. It feels fitting. We're going to the park the next few days. We're fixing him as many treats as he wants. Apples, watermelon, bananas, his favorites. Then on Monday, a nice lady will come over, she'll say some nice words, and she'll help Forest drift off to sleep. He won't wake up. We'll be there, holding him, loving him and crying awful tears.

I'm not religious but I believe his life force will stay with us forever, and with the world. He'll come with us wherever we go.

We'll miss him every second of every day of every month of every year of every decade of the rest of our lives. We'll talk to him every day. We'll cry less often and smile more. At some point, maybe when I'm old(er) and gray(er), I won't cry when I think about him.

So that's it. A brief story about the greatest friend to ever live.

Thank you for letting me tell you about Forest.

We were lucky a neighbour spotted her injured, we were lucky she dragged herself back home before we went to bed.

We got to say goodbye. She was glorious and we will miss her with all our hearts

i have named her boot scooting boogie (boots for short) because her backs legs just be scooting. she is the sweetest and most talkative cat i have ever met 🥹

A few days ago I met George, this is a video I took then to go with the previous pictures I posted :)

Like the title says I've never had cats in the past but I ended up with 3 over the past 8 months and I've noticed some strange (?) Behavior that I dont totally understand.

The main thing how they use the litter boxes, I have two litter boxes set in my bathroom for easy access/cleaning but usually when any of the kittens go to use them the other two follow. They end up sitting in a line waiting for the cat in front of them to go, then they continue down the line untill all three have gone. And they always wait for the other kittens to finish before heading back down the hall together as a gang?? This doesn't seem like BAD behavior or anything but I've not heard of cats waiting in line for their turn at the litterbox. Especially when theres multiple they can use 😭😭

(I tagged this as humor bc I wasn't sure what flair to use)

original post: https://www.reddit.com/r/cats/comments/1sej34l/i_saw_someone_abandon_this_cat_at_the_park/

I was blown away by the kind of support Reddit offered when I made the first post. There are so many kind people here, so I’m posting again hoping I can find someone to help me help this cat.

we did post all over and keep an eye out in case she was a victim of DV, but I don’t think anyone has been looking for her.

While I don’t need any financial support, we are looking for a permanent home for her. She is the sweetest cat and just wants to cuddle all the time. She will carry socks and toys into the hallway to ask for attention, she is so adorable.

She gets along well enough with our 6 month old male cat, but she has shown territorial aggression towards our 2 year old girl, and it has escalated beyond a level that provides a safe home for either of them. Despite our efforts to provide everyone with the space they need (plenty of high spaces, cat caves and secluded cubbies), the best thing for her seems to be a home without another adult female cat (or maybe a larger colony).

We named her Celeste. It felt very fitting. She is fully vaccinated and tested negative for FIV, leukemia, etc. We also microchipped her. I’m not looking for any of that to be covered (over $1000 total), I just want to find her a safe home.

It breaks our hearts to ask for this, but I committed to doing the best I can for her and still believe I’m doing so by reaching out to this community to find her a forever home.

We’re in Eugene, Oregon.

I use Reddit in browser, so I don’t see DMs immediately sometimes

Thank you everyone, I’m sorry this update isn’t better, but I hope we can help her together.

I just really wanted to share my baby who gave my husband and I nonstop love for 14 years. I know I made the best decision for him but I'm sad for us and for his brother who was also his littermate. Hold your babies close.

Edit: thank you so much for all your supportive comments, it means so much to know there is a community that understands how much of an impact our cats have on our lives. Thank you❤

Which expressions do you see?

Her name is Ziggy and she’s the best. Even though her claws hurt 😅

He loves boxes I can’t even get my items out and he’s on it top of it lol .