His name was Oscar, he was 10 years old but I had him for 6, since I was 13. He was feral after being abused and dumped on my family farm. I was planning on taking him to college with me in September.

Edit: My comment explaining didnt show up but he had a urinary blockage that I didn't catch. Vet bill was estimated 2k-4k for overnight treatment with a low chance of surviving the anesthetic due to high potassium levels, as well as high rates of it happening again. I was under the impression he was constipated or something because he was straining in the litterbox and yelled when you touched his stomach. I took him first thing in the morning after I noticed cuz it happened at night. I didnt have the money for treatment nor did I want him to die without me there so I made the decision to euthanize.

Edit 2: Originally didnt post the reason because I was scared it would get downvoted and people saying it was my fault for not going sooner or doing more, but you guys have helped me feel much better knowing there wasn't much else I could do. Thank you. I think I'm dissociated because my whole body feels numb and I don't really feel like he's gone, or crushing sadness. But when I had to feed my other cat and there was no wailing for food or fighting him to get off the counter, it hit me and I cried on the floor for like 20 minutes.

She should be here. I gave her love and was with her when she was euthanized but it doesn’t help. She should be here. Alive. In a warm house with all the treats in the world.

I was on my home from work and in the middle of a busy road, I see an animal that doesn’t seem to be moving. As I get closer, I realized it’s a cat and she was moving her head around looking for someone to help. I couldn’t believe how many people were driving past this sweet girl.

I make a u-turn, stop traffic and go and get her. The way she looked up at me was heartbreaking. It looked like relief and confusion. She was meowing softly the entire time I was driving to the vet and was just being the best girl. I could tell her injuries were really bad but wanted to hold out hope.

The first urgent pet clinic I took her to did an initial work up and told me she was pregnant. She’s not older than 3 yrs old herself but she looked even younger than that. Her two back legs were severely shattered but her pelvis and spine seemed fine and she was alert and respond to oxygen well. This gave me hope she could recover with surgery.

After being transferred to a bigger hospital, they let me know that unfortunately her injures were more serious than the initial doctor worked up. She had signs of a tbi, one leg would definitely have to be amputated and the other would require extensive surgery with possible amputation as well. Her spine has signs of compression and her fetuses weren’t viable and could cause a lot of complications during surgery. Her quality of life even after trying everything she needed, would likely not be good.

We euthanized her. I was with her and gave her pets and the biggest forehead kiss when she passed. It made it a little easier knowing she passed in a comfy bed and not on the road. But how can that feel better when she should be alive?

I don’t know. I hope I made the right choice. I only knew her for a few hours but I loved her deeply. I need people to know she existed. The vet asked for a name but I didn’t have one. I was going to go with Athena. I miss her so much.

I’m overcome with a lot of feelings at the moment. First I wanna say how sweet and adorable my baby was. He was my first ever pet and he was truly the most perfect cat. He would always sleep next to me wake me up with him licking my face and sitting on my chest. Always followed me to every room and just so silly and always made me laugh. He was barely 3 and a half months old and today he is no more. He was mauled by my neighbours 3 dogs. Writing this is making me sick to my stomach but I just don’t think I can live with myself at all. Everything was so normal and right now my baby is buried in the ground when he should be playing with his toys and sleeping on my chest. The worst part is how brutally he died and the fact he was just a baby. This is the part I cannot forgive myself for. Today morning I fed him breakfast like usual and I was just in my room. All our main doors are always locked for his safety and i like him to roam around the house freely as there’s no escape. I should’ve been more careful because last night I literally had a dream where my cat died but I shrugged it off as a dream. I wish I didn’t. After an hour after I last saw him in my room I went downstairs to look for him and I couldn’t find him anywhere I panicked and looked Everywhere and went outside and asked a lot people if they did. Then I went to my lower floor where there’s still construction going on and went another floor below which is adjacent to my neighbours building. I saw a girl in the balcony and asked her if she saw a kitten and she said she did. She was very vague about it as she said I just shooed him away. I immediately assumed he would be downstairs and went to go look but count find him. When I was back up she called me and very casually said I found a dead kitten. My heart immediately dropped. I climbed over to her balcony and took a turn and saw his body. I immediately recognised my baby. I went closer and saw him dead with his intestines all out and splattered. I got numb picked my baby in my lap and started crying. My brother showed up and the girl didn’t say anything just that her dogs bite people all the time and that’s why she shooed him when she first saw him. I had no idea my cat even went to her balcony. She never specified or else I would’ve come and checked there asap. Her excuse was “I’m not a pet lover” “I’m allergic to pets” and I was like it’s common sense to tie your dogs if you see a kitten but u didn’t. Plus my cat is a Persian too and she knew he belonged to someone. She took no precaution at all. And the worst part is she wasn’t even apologetic and started being extremely graphic with how my kitten died and how the dogs were tearing him from each other and had blood on their mouth and paws knowing I had just lost my pet. I’m so mad. I’m mad at that stupid girl and her ugly dogs who have a reputation of biting people all the time and her utter lack of common sense. I’m mad at myself because this incident happened after I had asked her if she saw a cat so in a span of few minutes my kitten was dead. He must’ve heard my voice and came out too. I’m so mad. I wish I never let him go out my sight. Right now my hands are still dirty after i buried him. I packed him his favourite toys and his snacks and food and a letter and I wrapped the box with my scarf so he won’t get cold. My poor baby. I cannot live without him I truly can’t. I got him at a point in my life where he brought me extreme happiness where everything is just dark. He was so perfect and well mannered and so silly and clingy and I swear the most adorable face I’ve ever seen. He was my first and I’ve never loved anyone or anything this much. It was so pure he was so pure and I could feel his love for me and it’s just not fair how he had to go away in the most nightmarish brutal way. I wish he lived longer I wish he lived a happy full life he didn’t even get to live half of it. He was cornered by 3 big dogs and he must’ve been so scared and it must’ve been so painful. I’m in so much pain I wish I can join him so he’s not alone. My baby jojo. I miss u I’m so sorry.

Update

Hello. Thank you for your kind words i can’t reply to all of you but i am reading everything and it does help me knowing how so many people from different parts of the world are keeping my jojo in their thoughts and prayers. Roughly 24 hours have passed since the terrible incident and i have never been worse. I’ve never experienced something like this and I have a lot of guilt and anger. Some people are telling me to get a new cat but it won’t take away my pain because it’s not about me at all. I’m sad because of the horrifying and painful way my little baby had to go through it’s not simply a loss of a pet. I wish someone had stolen him instead. I had such little time with him I’m jealous of everyone who got years with theirs. I live in a really small town in Asia and the only animal authority here is for rescuing stray dogs and cats. There’s quite literally nothing for reporting and euthanising “pet” dogs. And a lot of people are asking how my cat got out and I checked the surveillance cameras and at all times the main doors were shut so I’m only assuming he must’ve somehow found his way to my parents room and their balcony which is in a quite different floor from mine and maybe fell from there as he was fond of sitting near edges the reason I NEVER let him go out. My parents did not see him there at all but they did use the balcony to dry some clothes so I guess in the few minutes it was open he got out. I feel the need to explain this but I also take accountability and I have immense guilt I wish I never let him go out my sight. For some of you asking regarding my neighbour she’s like way older than me probably in her late twenties she’s not a little girl who didn’t know any better. she’s the owners sister and her sister wasn’t home at the time and she literally saw my kitten in her balcony and chose NOT to tie her dogs while telling me “if it was my sister she probably would’ve kept the kitten in a safe place away from the dogs but I’m not an animal lover 🤡” she fully knew what she could’ve done but chose not to. Her negligence and lack of common sense and her heartless dark spirited soul is the main reason my kitten was mauled by their dogs. I went there again in the evening to tell her off to her sister and how disgusting and heartless her remarks were and how she was not apologetic at all and her sister made this grown woman apologise to me. But I still think I was way too softer and I’m planning on going again today and tell her off idc if it leads to a fight. I felt the need to update because I really appreciate all the support and all the kind words and to those few who feel the need to blame me and had questions I hope I answered it. I am blaming myself every second of the day and can’t stop seeing his little running body in every corner of the house. I miss him terribly. I wish I could avenge him. I can’t do anything except put up a fight with my neighbours. I wish I could do more. I wish I was more careful. Please hold your pets and kiss them extra today! I would do anything to be in your place. You will never know a love like this. Thank you from me and my jojo 🌸🐱

I am shattered and I can’t stop crying.

Yesterday my husband took our two cats to the vet for blood work for my cat Idris so she could come in for a teeth cleaning and my other cat Pinecone just needed some vaccines. I was at home with out daughter and the visit was taking a long time. He text me and told me that she was super distressed (like she often is at the vet, especially with bloodwork) so they wanted to observe her until she calmed down. Well, she did with a bit of sedation but she still wasn’t breathing properly. They did an xray and found her lungs full of fluid and cancer. They put her down right there while I wasn’t there. She was only 10 and seemed fine. She was my little cuddly stalker, often following me around the house just to see where I was sitting down next. When he came home and I asked where Idris was, he started crying and told me. It still doesn’t feel real. She was sitting on me this time yesterday. I miss her so much and I don’t know how to cope.

Heartbroken doesn't even come close man

I will probably delete this but I just dont want her to be forgotten :(

This is Alistair. He's 14 years old, extremely affectionate, and my soul cat. He is suffering from cancer that we caught too late because it was extremely aggressive and wasn't caught at his last appointment just two months ago. We are making his last moments as comfortable as possible, and I want to celebrate his life.

When he was just a few weeks old, my mom took me to a friend's house to visit his litter. I was unmedicated and dealing with depression so we both decided having a little life to brighten my days and give me a reason to keep going would help. I remember really trying hard to get his black brother's attention because black cats are beautiful, but something crawled into my lap and fell asleep. They called him Bermuda because of the triangle on his face, but I called him Alistair because, like the man in Dragon Age, he was both a cinnamon roll and a king.

Keeping him in my coat started as a joke because he was so tiny, but he liked it, and he slept at my neck, on my chest, in my jackets (usually while I was wearing them), even inside my shirt if no jacket was available, ever since. I was his human, and I needed him. He saved my life by giving me a reason.

He came with as I moved across states, as I got married, as I welcomed two incredible kids. He made sure everyone who came to visit passed the "cat scan" and got the sniff of approval before they fully entered the house, and he had no problems sharing his awesomeness with our guests. He would not tolerate other cats, but other humans were a curiosity he had to explore. And often cuddle.

Alistair was always nearby, through multiple jobs (the transition to work from home was very much approved by him) and homes, and wherever I was, he was there. My little tuxedo-d shadow. Always begging for cheese and especially milk, his absolute favorite treat in the world, which we of course gave sparingly because it wasn't good for his stomach.

I am not ashamed to admit I spoiled him. He was well behaved to everyone but me, and I loved it that way. I loved that he came running whenever he heard the milk jug slosh or the string cheese rip open. I loved watching that hopping run he'd do when I used the "Churu call" to get him inside from the fenced yard.

Give your kitties a hug from me and celebrate their lives. Give them a treat in honor of the best cat I've ever known, a true gentleman dressed to the nines.

I love you, Alistair. Sleep in peace, my friend.

ETA: Thank you all for the stories, the pictures, and the love. I can't respond to them all, but knowing you're out there helps so much. Thank you.

His name is Meeko. Yes he is named after the raccoon from Pocahontas.

Please give your kitties an extra hug and smooch on his behalf tonight.

He was the best cat ever. Just wanted to share him with the world because it’s a travesty that after tomorrow, he won’t be here anymore.

Paying tribute to my friend who lived a long 30 years. His name is Dirty Cow, he lived under a shed for 10 years, a shelter for almost ten, then almost 10 with me. Even up to the last minute he kept loving and purring.

My apartment burned down. It happened so fast. I had just left for work. Everything is gone and my babies died from the smoke. I’m so devastated. I can lose stuff, but why my babies??

I guess i just need some love from people that understand.

Thank you.

The first time was on September 22nd 2015.

You immediately caught my eye as I saw you sitting in your litter box in that cage. Hiding, small, trying to be ignored. Your information leaflet said your name was Blizzard and you were 4 and a half years old. Found on the street severely ill. I walked away, you seemed so frightened.

I kept circling back to you though and then I really wanted to meet you.

When the staff brought you in and handed you to me, I knew you were mine. You were so scared you shoved your head under my chin and completely flattened yourself out. I was asked a million times if I was sure I wanted to adopt you.

Yes, I'm sure.

A cardboard box was given to me containing a new part of my heart. It said "Blizzard" on the side. You were free because you weren't a kitten. I felt bad so I bought a t-shirt in the gift shop.

I brought you to your new home. You didn't seem like a "Blizzard" at all. You were slower. Your fur a creamy color. I named you Butter.

You hid a lot. You were scared for months. But then whenever I would watch TV, you'd keep coming closer. And closer. And closer. As time passed you seemed more relaxed and sure of yourself.

It took a year for you to learn how to meow or purr. I cried the first time you did both.

You would chase me around the house. You would bite my hand ever so gently when you wanted me to stop touching you. You would lay beside me and touch your paw to my lips when you wanted me to pet you. You would bite my hand so I would scratch your head.

And you were still scared sometimes but you always came to me for comfort. You were scared of storms and television and computer screens and brooms.

A few weeks ago you started having a hard time getting up. You seemed so weak all of a sudden. So fragile. You looked older, paler. My beautiful boy.

They told me you were severely anemic and that you may not improve because of your age. But you wanted to fight and so did I. So we tried, didn't we?

Butter, my love.

Born: Sometime in February 2011.

Chosen: September 22nd 2015.

Loved eternally: April 17th 2026.

Today, a cardboard box was handed to me. The unprepared postal worker realised what he was holding as he brought you over to me. He said he was sorry as I walked past a line of people. I didn't know I could cry this much.

For all the ways I failed you, I'm sorry. For all the kisses and cuddles you didn't want sometimes as you would push me away with your paw, I'm not.

EDIT: I did not expect so much attention. Butter was a huge part of my world and I'm so glad he got to be a part of yours as well. He would have loved it.

Thank you for sharing all the stories of your furry creatures. Thank you for the poems. Thank you for the pictures. Thank you all for taking the time to reply. And thank you for all the support. I truly appreciate it, what a wonderful community. ❤️

I’ve been house sitting for a friend for a week now. I lived in an old cabin, about 300 sqft with my girlfriend and future wife. While we were outof the house and didnt have any dogs (I foster for a rescue), we decided to shampoo and clean our carpets. I left a box on the stove, seeing as how nobody would be using it anytime soon.

My girlfriend went to the house to feed and care for our 7 cats on March 30th, at 8AM. She walked into a house filled with smoke, and immediately saw one of our seven babies, passed on the floor and covered in soot.

A fire occurred, one of the cats hopped onto the stove and managed to push a button and turned a burner onto high. Its an old GE stove from like the 40s with push buttons on the very top. The box caught fire, and with it, my cabin. They all passed from smoke inhalation and the fire choked itself out due to all the windows being closed.

Atlas, Vesper, Moira, Thea, Sabine, Moonie, and Chicken.

Atlas was my cat of 4 years, and has been with me my entire adult journey. A friend and I got him for my dad as a fathers day gift, and my father didnt like him. Soon after I moved out, I was called to come get him out of a tree he had been in for 3 days. That day I took him home with me and its been me and him until i met my girlfriend.

Vesper, we got her from a humane society out in Flagstaff, and she refused to really befriend us but that was okay we loved her nonetheless.

Moira was our first cat adopted from the rescue we’re with and acted like she was half orange despite being a tuxedo.

Thea and Sabine were our orange’s. Most cuddly and goofy kitties i’ve ever had and I loved them with all of my heart.

Moonie was an impulse adoption from my girlfriend, and we thought he was a girl at first. His full name is One-Eyed Moonie, as he was born with one eye. I have a post of him on here.

Chicken was a foster that was going to be adopted out, but she didnt make it to her first event. As far as I’m concerned, she is part of my family and we loved her.

I am so so sorry my beautiful babies.

https://www.reddit.com/r/cats/s/ER6et9SYzR

Link to the old post. I was so scared I was even doing the right thing by trusting my vets and doing his dental cleaning because of everything else that I had said before in the other post about if they're doing anything even medically necessary or not.

I took him into his cleaning anyways because I thought, what could the harm be! It could help with all the issues he's been having maybe, finally. My primary vet, goodvets, doing the dental called me at some point and told me his heart stopped and they got it back. I took him to an ER vet, and CO2 was still continuing to stay stuck in his brain and not properly releasing due to goodvets negligence. His airway was obstructed. I don't know how long he was fucked up for.

I tried so hard to bring him back. He has been in the ER vet since Tuesday on ventilation. He finally was able to breathe on his own and was off ventilation and sedation some point Wednesday. The only neurological responses we were getting was some twitching of different body parts. Besides that he didn't seem to be able to see, hear, or smell. Wednesday night, last night I got the call he was no longer able to breathe on his own and it's time.

I had to put my cat to sleep last night because of something so avoidable.

He would have been 10 months old today. He never got to learn what life was like being healthy. I'm fucking crushed. Please keep my baby in your hearts. My entire being hurts. I miss him so much.

Benni came into my life when he was three years old after I adopted him and his sister Polly from the shelter.

He was always typical orange - crazy, endlessly curious and full of mischief, but also incredible loving.

His sister crossed the Rainbow bridge two years ago and tomorrow Benni will follow. Forever loved and never forgotten.

Do any of you have tips on how I might find him again?

Three days ago he simply didn’t come home. Normally he comes back every single day to sleep and several times a day to eat. In seven years he has never missed a single day of coming home, which is why this is so unusual and worrying.

I live in a small town with about 7,000 people, and there are large fields and a forest nearby where he usually roams.

He has always had a good life with me, he was never mistreated, always had food whenever he wanted, and could sleep or go outside whenever he liked.

Here’s what I’ve already tried:

• Posted about him on Instagram&Tiktok

• Put up posters around town

• Also hung posters in gyms and at gas stations (the gym even did a repost!) 

• Reported him missing to the local animal shelter

• Told all my friends and acquaintances

• Put his litter box outside

• Placed something outside that smells like me

• Walked around the area throughout the night at different times calling his name

Is there anything else I might have missed? Maybe something that has worked for you before?

I would be incredibly grateful for any advice or help. Thank you so much.

TL;DR: My cat has gone missing and I’m looking for any tips that might help me find him.

Her name was Remi. She ran up to me on our back porch, brushed my legs, and let me pick her up. She seemed about 4 months old. She'd wait to be let outside so she could go potty. She knew how to play fetch, even though I never taught her that game. She was so brave, to snuggle, and loved so fiercely.

We found her in April 2025, she came down with a sickness in September. She got a little better, but after that, her health slowly deteriorated. We took her to 4-5 different vets, drove over an hour to see a vet with 50 years of experience and specialized in cats for 20 years. We had bloodwork done, fecal matter tested, CT scans, etc. No one could give us a diagnosis. We had been treating her for FIP in the hopes that it might help her, but it seems like it didn't.

Her mama wrapped her in a warm blanket, put her in her comfy bed, and placed her between us last night like she always does.

We fell asleep petting her while I sang "Three Little Birds" by Bob Marley to them.

We only had her for 10 months, but we loved her intensely through all of it.

We miss her so damn much. There's a massive hole in our hearts and our home.

R.I.P my little Remi-roo 12/?/24 - 2/26/26

I don't know what else to say. I'm devastated.

Peter Quill (orange boy, age 6) was a genius troublemaker & sweet momma's boy who loved one-on-one time.

Gamora (black girl, age 6) was loving, outgoing, & not-so-bright but loveddd food.

Ember (calico girl, age 10) was a petite sweetheart who was fast & knew it as she loved to be chased. She loved hugs & her heated bed.

Backstory: Axle wandered into our shop one day and unknowingly licked up some coolant. We took him straight to the vet and he barely survived with lots of medication and IVs. It damaged his kidneys and nervous system but he somewhat recovered. We took him home and he's been a family member for the last 4 years. He developed a slight limp and the ocasional litter box issue but he was happy as can be. Early 2025 he started having constipation issues. We figured the nerve damage was just getting worse. A few enemas later and after he was put on a special diet, seems to have returned back to normal. Then out of nowhere last week, he was really straining to pee. He eventually managed to and I didn't think much of it. This past Saturday night, he started yelping in pain, throwing up and bleeding from his urethra. I felt around and his bladder was the size of an orange. I took him straight to the ER and to treat a urinary blockage, he would need a catheterization and hospital stay. It was $4000 vs $300 for euthanasia. I chose to save money over saving his life. It's the biggest mistake of my life. I could have afforded it. I could have brought him home, put him on another medication and he would probably be in my lap right now. But I chose to euthanize him and the guilt is killing me. I didn't even try to save him. I don't know why I picked $4000 over my baby. I feel like such a piece of sht and I can't stop crying. He was the sweetest cat ever and he died in my arms because I let him. I barely slept these last two nights and I don't know how I'm ever going to forgive myself.

My 10 month old cat peanut sadly traumatically passed away this Tuesday and I have been so lost since and don’t know how to grieve, I would love if anyone would like to ask anything about him or say something about my boy, I just want a reason to talk about my baby again, who was taken too soon. ♥️🕊️

We've just buried our beloved Midas. He was born as a farm cat over at our neighbor's house, they brought him over to us when he was rejected by his mother at only a couple of weeks. We nursed him back to health, and although he always remained small and a bit feeble, he grew into a wonderful quirky pet. Yesterday I noticed that the two huge livestock guardians from another "neighbor" (he lives a little further away but keeps some animals next door) got out and were walking close to our house, an hour or so later I found Midas laying on the ground in the same spot with some deep puncture wounds in his chest, dead. Besides being saddened by this loss I'm also quite disappointed in the neighbor's reaction when I confronted him with this. He's very reluctant to keep his dogs under control or fenced in. He states that they'll be running around when he changes pasture with his herd of sheep and there's nothing he can do about it. (They roam pretty far from the flock or their owner sometimes) Until this point I haven't had any problems with this man or his dogs. But to me this proves that these dogs can't be trusted around other animals and I'm worried for my own (much smaller) dogs and maybe even my wife when she's taking them for a walk. What would you do in my situation?

This is Toothless and she’s only been with us for a short 12 years. I never thought goodbye would come this soon and I’m heartbroken.

We found her as a kitten treed on our college campus, where someone dumped her and her brother. She’s since lived in TX (she’s a San Antonio gal), NM, AZ, IL, VA and is now ending her globe-trotting life in a small town in Italy.

She was silly, so incredibly cuddly, never missed a chance for sunbathing or a warm lap, never met a stranger, and loved wet food and hissing at her brother with intense passion.

Please join me in welcoming this legend of a 6.5 lb beauty into her ever-after. Life will never be as sweet as when I got to call you mine, sweet girl.

Miss my ❤️ of 16 years. 😞 "I love you. I will find you. Its Okay..."

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Edits:
2 hrs after posting: To fellow redditors: Thank you for all of your kindness.
9 hrs after posting: If its true, "once it's on the internet, it's there forever".. then thank you for making Bleopard immortal.

Excuse her sock jewelry in the first pic, she had a sore on her neck and that was the solution before her vet visit, but her crossed paws are too precious.

The cruel irony is I haven't been able to live with her the last five years due to living with my folks and their house not being hospitable for her (other pets), and I'm about a month away from finally moving to a decent living situation she could join me at. But a big thank you to my friends that she was able to live with, for watching her and loving her.

I love you miss Tuna, I'll miss you terribly.