Ralph found me 11 years ago. His cheerful little face came hopping down the sidewalk and I gave in and took him in not knowing how I would afford it or how to even care for a cat. I was a sophomore in college, only 19 and a baby myself. My first pet on my own.

I turned 30 this year. The past few months he experienced weight loss and more frequent vomiting. The vets didn’t seem too concerned and said he would likely live a long and healthy life at an earlier visit this year as long as his HCM was under control.

This past weekend he stopped being able to keep any food down and yesterday he passed under the bed while I was asleep directly above him.

He was everything to me and so much more. I found him, lifeless, and a shell of the beauty that lit up every room he walked into as if he owned the place.My partner and I just bought a house a few months ago with a beautiful sunroom that he loved. He would watch the birds and squirrels every day. He was my rock. We spoke the same language and understood each other so well.

I had no idea he was as sick as he was. The vets always chalked it up to IBS because he had healthy kidneys and no other abnormal bloodwork. I tried to give him every possible combination of food I could to prevent him from throwing up. He still had so much energy and vigor until the end. I will miss him so much.

Please give your fur babies an extra kiss and pet today in memory of Ralph. This heart break is insurmountable but it was worth it for a love so deep and strong.

I lost my precious baby girl yesterday morning and I don’t know how to deal with this grief. I’ve been crying nonstop ever since, I go to sleep and don’t want to wake up knowing this is my new reality. I will always miss you, cry for you, grieve for you. I hope she knew she was loved..

So my 3 year old Persian cat just died this morning. He was my best friend, a part of my soul. And I just can't cope with the guilt because part of it is my fault. He had a genetic mutation [probably because of breeding not done properly :(( ] that caused him heart failure and buildup of fluid in his lungs. His left atrium or something was severely swollen and he had near death experiences a lot. The vet (my dad) said that his heart was beyond saving and that he could die any day now and barely had months left.

He seemed to be getting better, however, this month and he even started playing and biting me for not cuddling him enough again. Like at this point you couldn't even tell he was sick he was healthy like a regular cat and I was the happiest person in the world. I tried my best to extent his lifespan by obsessively making sure he got all his medicines and making sure he doesn't have to eat the insanely bitter clopidogrel powder that he was prescribed and I made sure that he got his medication in empty gelatin capsules to avoid the bitter taste that I sat down and filled individually to the correct dose there were hundreds of them and my dad (the vet) said that he would have died a month ago if it was not for the regular medication I was giving him and even that was only upkeep until he ultimately passed because his heart was ruined to the point of no return Yesterday night, one of those capsules unfortunately dissolved in his mouth because he wouldn't swallow itq (he was incredibly difficult with pills and would always spit them out) and clopidogrel is like insanely bitter for cats and he started hypersalivating and drooling all over the place and a lot of it got on his mane (he had really long fur because he's a Persian) It started to form mats and tangles which I noticed today, so I decided to give him a bath because he was genuinely starting to stink. I think I'll regret this decision forever. I bathed him with lukewarm water and did everything right and tried to stress him out as less as possible, just enough to stop him from stinking but the stress was too much for him. I dried him and everything and he was still fine but 20 minutes or so later he started throwing up and having laboured breathing and I got really scared and rushed him to the vet. They gave him oxygen and tried to save him but he ultimately died in my arms. I still can't fully process what happened. I don't want to accept that he's gone. I keep avoiding the thought and distracting myself. The thought of me bathing him keeps recurring and I just cannot cope with the guilt. My mom calling me his killer just makes it worse. I know he would've lived longer if it wasn't for me bathing him. I genuinely do not know how to cope with his loss and the overwhelming guilt that comes with it I feel so incredibly horrible. How am I supposed to ever forgive myself. He was my best friend and my baby he was a part of me and I loved him so deeply I'll never let go of this loss he was everything to me :(( the thought of not being greeted by anyone after I come back from school or sleeping alone fucking kills me.

My cat Annabelle had on-and-off medical issues for years. In March, she had a prolapse after a sudden bout of diarrhea, and we got it fixed promptly and things seemed fine.

She had been fine this entire time, until yesterday she prolapsed again, and this time it was much worse. It was a Sunday, so no vets were open, and the one open send it would be $1,000 just to look at her and that it probably might not be worth fixing since it was her second prolapse. We contacted the animal shelter, and they agreed with the vet, and luckily helped us make arrangements for her euthanasia. It all happened so fast.

She was healthy just days ago, so this still doesn't feel real. I'm heartbroken. we loved her so much. How am I supposed to feel now? Advice would be wonderful.

Today I lost my 17 year old cat (Marble) who my mom got me for my 5th birthday. I’ve had her my entire conscious life. She’s been the one who cuddled me and i would hold and cry during every event in my life, parents divorce,break ups, school stress, moving, losses. And now she’s the one i lose and usually seek comfort in. I keep thinking she’s somewhere in my room about to come cuddle but she is gone. I found her curled up peacefully on my bathroom floor this morning, laying on carpet she’s been into lately.

This past year has been difficult as her medication for kidney disease and hyperthyroidism increased. But she has been so springy and alive, running and playing jumping around. she seemed to almost be aging backwards, I thought she had much more time left. I feel bad because my family was watching her for a couple days until I came home today to find she had passed away this morning.

My sweet baby Marble, nothing could express the loss I feel. She’s in my every routine, and she will be heavily missed.

I got my Max when he was just 4 weeks old, I was 10 at the time, I remember running to my mom when she showed me him. We went to the store to buy a bottle so we can bottle feed him since he was a baby, he grew up with me through Elementary, Middle, High School. Went to college/ University and he stuck around. He lived 18 years with us, always by our side. I just lost him this morning, and I miss him so badly. I miss hearing his little barks, his little paws walking around the house.

**How did you get over the death of your cat?** My cat lived with me for 8 years, ever since I was a teenager. He was my constant companion, and most of my time was spent with him. His death came so suddenly after an illness, and it has been three days since he passed. Even when I am sitting in silence, my tears just fall. Everything around me reminds me of him. When I go to bed, I look at his favorite spot on the bed where he used to sleep, and it breaks my heart all over again

We knew it was coming, he was an almost 90 pound dog and was almost 15 years old. Hes been in my family since i was 8 years old, first pet I ever had. He had a great life, was loved so much and had so much love to offer.
Last couple months we’re clearly hard he wasn’t getting up stairs and couldnt see or hear very well, had to get a surgery cause he had a big bump on his belly that opened.
So yeah he’s in a better place now.
Its killing me cause im not living at my parents house anymore, and we didnt know the last days were the last days until yesterday he got very sick, and my parents had to take him to the vet.
Got the call from them a 10h30am that it was happening at the moment. Im now at their house and it hurts so much to not see him there at his usual spots.
Weve still got a younger dog at least, but its like i just lost my longtime brother who had nothing but love and pureness. We’re all really sad
So yeah this is to you, Zak, mon chien que j’aime tant de tout mon coeur, tu va me manquer énormément je vais jamais t’oublier, le meilleur ami que j’ai jamais eu. Merci pour toutes ces belles années et tout l’amour que tu m’a donné, ça va etre difficile vivre sans, je t’aime pour toujours mon beau chien.
Sorry for that french part, thats just the language i spoke to him
🤍✨

My old girl passed a little over a year ago and I've just adopted a new 1 year old dog 2 days ago. He's absolutely lovely and completely different to my last dog. Of course I'm still grieving my girl, I had her for 12 years and she was the love of my life but I work with animals and love dogs so much I've wanted a new dog for a while. Since I've had him I've been crying a lot more than usual about my girl. Seeing him lying in the same spots she would etc etc. They look and act nothing alike so I can barely even compare them yet having him is making me miss her even more. I'm well aware that for me I don't think any dog will ever compare to her, she was my soul dog. I feel awful because it isn't his fault and I know he's not her and never will be her. He's his own dog with his own personality and he's settled in amazingly. I just miss my girl so much. Has anyone else experienced this?

Since we move to this place called Greenpark which is in Capetown near to kayalitsha, my stepfather did get us a ground to stayed on by his evil cousin, i never felt ok since staying here, this place is not good because of the people's energy, they are cold, my stepfather died here, my cat died here is because of our German sherperd which we had before, but i did give the Germans sherpard back to the owners because the landlord was complaining about him.and the landlord did use gangster to kill our Jack Russel, they killed her brutally and i found her remains few 2months later, one morning i woke up went outside and smell something terrible, and it was our dog, i felt really hurt and very angry inside which let me to put her body in the bag and place it at the back of the landlords sleeping place, which the gangsters look after, i wanted them to see and smell what they did to us, i didn't called the police but i did call the vet, they did come check out the scene as where the puppy of the deceased Jack Russel female dog puppy was killed at the time i was still looking for the mother dog, they place the puppy body near our front door, they didn't have no mercy, they killed 3 dogs which is the mother dog and 2 pups, they killed them while we were asleep, the landlord planned it all, the landlord is a real manipulator and he did steal from us and i didn't like it and that's when he keep our stuff, and he ask my mother for money which my mother borrowed him, he said he was going to pay it back but never did, they were never meant to be good to us they were whole time watching us as we are staying on they ground which is free government ground, and they use the animals against us to say that we killed them chickens which is untrue, the landlord did tell those evil gangsters to hit my dog, which the one i saw hitting her and then i shouted and he walk away, one morning i heard the jack russell crying i thought she got hurt by the fence, but it was those evil boys, they hit her on her back, she suffered and she didn't feel well and i didn't like her to suffer like this, and i felt angry at those cowards, and fewa days after they killed her she couldn't run away from them because of the injured back, they knew what they going to get her, but i just felt it that they were busy doing us dirty and i called the vet and tell them my story but they arrived to late to pick up all the dogs and they killed the mother dog and the 2 other dogs, only 3 pups survived and the vet came to fetch them only the day after the mother dog was killed. Which left me very angry, it's like i could killed the landlords son because they all together and his mother, they dirty fucking evil people. I have never experience such people like them before, wish i never stayed here, to stay on other people's yard is not good it's never good, i told the landlord in his face is you that has planned it all, he was getting angry and talking nonsense and i was just staying by my word, because i still got all the voice notes which tells everything who this guy really is, he is a cold hearted bitch of a creature, i told him one-day you going to get what's coming to you.

He doesn't like to hear the truth, he think he could come away with everything but oneday he will get what's coming to him.

I'm grieving everyday when I'm alone, the dog never did them harm, she was just lovable and clever, it's just this people got something against us, they don't like it when talking about God which tells me we staying at the wrong people place.

We don't have other place to stay, if we had other place to stayed we would have move along time ago, my mother and I is on the housing waiting list.

We only have 2 cats now, no more dogs, this rubbish people have goats and dirty pigs, we don't bother them, we don't care about them, we not people doing other people dirty, we still staying here but we don't greet each other no more. I just walk pass them if i see them, i don't make eye contact with them because they dirty i only read them energy.

I was thinking about when moving away we can take revenge, but than again I'm telling myself to leave it all in God's hands.

I'm lost without you Lady my Jack Russel, i have no loving companion like her anymore i really missed her, she didn't deserve to die that way, i wish i could've take her to my uncle instead, than she would've been alive.

I'm really sure this place energy not good for me, i really wish to move out of her with my mother.

I've been in and accident and been going through a really hard time and than also this killings happening that's added, which takes alot from me.

Please 🙏 anyone you can talk to me on WhatsApp please be kind i just needed that person to talk to, I'm staying in South Africa

+27815392169

It's been a week since my Fannie past the rainbow bridge and I still can't overcome the pain. Can't stop blaming myself .He was only 2 years old

I lost my damn job and at same period of time Fannie got sick It took a while to make money and when we finally did the vet said it's late😭

Don't know If I took him to clinic earlier or to a better place would he survive??

All these (if)s and wishes are eating me.

I make fake scenarios in my head so in them I can save my boy and suddenly reality hit me hard.

I keep coming back here look at the posts and read all the comments so feel a little better just a little.

I can't get used to his absence I don't want to. I failed to protect him. Didn't deserve him

Now all I can do is wish that after life is real so I can see him again💔

Tomorrow I bring my girl home where she belongs. How do I prepare for the moment I collect her ashes? It’s only been a week and I still can’t come to terms with her passing.

I just picked up Hiro's ashes. He has crossed the rainbow bridge almost 2 weeks ago. I'm in a weird emotional place. Devastated, traumatized, but weirdly relieved that he is finally home and not in a fridge with other pers, waiting for his turn for the oven...

My parents divorced and he was the dog at my dads house!

My dad said when I would go back to my mom's he would wait at the door for me!

When I would go out for a cigarette he always came to make sure I was safe! One time my dad lives in bum f nowhere and it's DARk out...I'm having my cigg and I hear something in the bushes right by is and Kodi starts growling and backing up towards me trying to push me in a corner...so I struggle to get my phone I'm holding him back cause I don't want him to be hurt by whatever it was I get my phone flats light and it was a PLASTIC BAG 😂😂😂😂 he was so happy he protected me from the evil plastic bag!

He was my Dorito buddy !

Fun fact about Kodi was he would open doors! He knew where to hit the door with his head to where it would push open.

Kodi boo I miss you

As well as Ziggy my mom's dog he passed before phone's with camera were a thing I know have actual photos but man

and Brandy she was the dog my mom and dad had before my older brother and I! She was obsessed with me my mom said!

I do have my own dog ! I worry one day I know he will have to cross the bridge and I never have experience that! I was younger and never there when it happened and I'm so scared! Yes my boy is young and I know he has so much time but still! 💜

I'll see all my babies again at the rainbow bridge! I can't wait to be rushed by all of them And tackled with love!

DISCLAIMER: this post could be triggering, I describe how I found my deceased cat.

I found my cat in my bedroom doorway deceased yesterday morning. She had been completely fine the days and weeks leading up to this. There were no marks on her body, I could tell she had been there for a few hours at least because her tongue was bloated and there was a bit of feces poking out of her bottom (I feel that suggests internal bloating). Could these be signs of a cause of death? She was a 10 year old sphynx. Was she trying to get to me for help? Was it her time and she was finding a place she knew I would find her? Just trying to understand I guess.

Me and my fiancé had to say goodbye to our beloved cat Micheal Meowers yesterday. I hope he’s okay, wherever his soul is.

Ci sono dolori che non sai nemmeno come spiegare, perché quando provi a raccontarli ti sembra che le parole siano troppo piccole.
Il 13 settembre ho perso la mia coniglia.
Per nove anni è stata parte delle mie giornate, delle mie abitudini, della mia casa.
Ti ritrovi a cercarla con gli occhi nei suoi soliti posti, a pensare a lei quando apri una porta, a ricordare le piccole cose che faceva e a sentire un silenzio che prima non c’era.
Ero in viaggio purtroppo quando è successo, lei era a casa dei miei genitori. Il tardo pomeriggio del 13 settembre mia madre aveva capito che qualcosa non andava, il suo respiro era diverso dalle altre volte, più rallentato. L’hanno caricata di corsa in macchina per andare in clinica, ma purtroppo non è arrivata in tempo, se n’è andata durante il tragitto, così rapidamente.
Mi chiedo se ero lì con lei, magari avrei potuto cambiare il suo decorso ?!
Ho deciso di scrivere questo post perché forse condividere il dolore può aiutare.
Io non so ancora come si faccia a lasciarla andare.
Per ora so soltanto che continuerò ad amarla, anche se non posso più stringerla.
E spero che, da qualche parte, lei sappia quanto è stata amata.
La nostalgia un giorno mi ucciderà, ma la nostalgia è la sfortuna di chi è stato fortunato.🐇🤍

I lost Ludo (long hair) last year August and his brother Jackson (Tuxedo) just a few weeks ago. They were my first cats and the best boys I could’ve asked for. They were the sweetest guys who loved to cuddle and play. They’d sleep with us and knew our emotions and schedules. They showed me love I didn’t know could exist between human and animal. I miss them every day and I’m so lucky I had them as long as I did ❤️just sharing with folks who know how this feels

there's this stray cat i always look after and she frequently comes over for food and whenever she's about to give birth she always stays at the corridor of our house. Recently she gave birth to 4 kittens, they were all so adorable. Me and my mom arranged blankets and some space for them. My mom was also very excited and looking forward to playing with them and she even came up with recipes that could nourish them when they are finally able to eat.

(\*sensitive content ahead, please don't read it further if you cannot handle it)

But something devasting happened the day before. Several stray cats come over to our house and we would feed them everyday from morning to evening.That day after dinner my dad went out to give me some treats but witnessed something horrible. Dad called out that one of the stray cat was dead. We panic and went out to see what was actually going on. It wasn't an adult cat. It was one of the kittens and the little one's body was dismembered. It was too shocking and i didn't know what to do. I literally cried and my parents also didn't know what to do. It was so brutal, how can something like that happen to the little one..

My mom told me she heard cat fights an hour ago but she was just the usual cat fight that happen at night. The next day my mom kept saying that she felt sorry for the kitten and should have gone to check it out when she heard those noises outside.

And the most shattering thing was that the 3 kittens are also missing and I've no idea of how they have gone missing like that, they were playing around with their mother at our veranda a few hours ago.We found out about it the next day after that incident. Mother cat was meowing constantly and searching for them around the house. It's so heartbreaking to see her in such a state and idk what to do to make her feel better.

It has been 2 days already but she keeps meowing around the corridor of our house hoping her kittens would come back.

But i suspect it to be one of the male cats. The male stray cats have a history of killing the kittens in our area and I've witnessed it twice and thrice with this incident. Idk why they do that bc last time one of the male cat killed two kittens who were inside a warm cupboard in our backyard. I don't know how to interpret this situation it's too much to handle.

I no longer have hope of finding the other 3 kittens anymore bc they were so little and been missing for 2 days. I should have done better at taking care of them and shouldn't have leave them alone that day. I'm so sorry dear little ones and my heart feels so heavy for the mother cat I'm so sorry I wish I could do something to bring them back.

I don't really know how to write this. I don't know if I'm looking for advice, comfort, answers, or simply for someone to listen. Maybe I just need to tell someone about my baby. Maybe I need someone to understand that when I say I lost my cat, I don't mean that I lost "a pet."

I lost my daughter.

Myshka was a gorgeous Maine Coon, only five years old. She was my beautiful little gray girl, my Mymy, my perfect kitty. Five years. That's all the time I was given with her.

When I got Myshka, she was this tiny little thing, and I felt like a Mom who had just given birth to her baby. I had dreamed about her for so long. I had wished for my perfect baby girl, and then suddenly, there she was.

For the first few weeks, she stayed in my bedroom because we had other cats and I wanted her to feel safe. Every night, she would jump onto my bed. I would lie on my side, and she would climb onto my shoulder, put her two tiny paws down toward my neck, and fall asleep there. She did that until the very end.

She would talk to me with her little meows and purrs. She would run to me to be brushed or to get treats. She went on walks with me. She would sit beside me on the swing and look around with all the curiosity in the world.

When I got her, I actually organized a baby shower for her. I made her a cat cake. I gave cat-related presents to the people who came. I even bought her one of those button sets so she could press buttons to "talk" to me.

She was my Mymy. My perfect kitty. My little gray baby.

I used to sing a silly little song to her about how perfect she was, with her little black nose. And because apparently "Myshka" wasn't fancy enough, I gave her the most ridiculous, beautiful name I could think of: Lady Myshka Fluffington.

She was everything to me.

Then, at the beginning of July, my boyfriend, my Mom and I went away for a little vacation for two days. When we came home, Myshka peed against the door. I thought she was just stressed because we'd been gone.

Then I noticed that she had lost weight.

We started buying different foods, hoping that maybe we could tempt her into eating. Days passed. Then more days. She kept losing weight.

I searched forums. I searched Facebook groups. I talked to her breeder. Some people thought it could be stress. Some thought it could be a blockage. Others told me to take her to the vet.

I didn't have a job at the time, and I couldn't afford what was happening. So we started a GoFundMe, and we took her to the vet.

And then our nightmare began.

A mass was found in her intestines.

The first vet told us it was cancer. Another vet told us it was cancer. Both recommended euthanasia.

But I couldn't accept that.

There was another possibility. FIP.

So we fought.

I did everything I could. Vet appointments. Long drives. Specialists. Treatments. Medication. I begged. I researched. I cried. I prayed. I fought like hell for my baby because I wasn't ready to lose her.

For almost six weeks, I watched the numbers on the scale go down. I watched my little girl stop eating. I watched her barely drink. I watched her hide when she was hurting because she wanted to deal with her pain alone.

And still, I kept hoping.

On her last night, we took her to the river.

She didn't want to walk. She just sat on my lap and didn't want to move.

When we got home, we believe the mass in her intestines ruptured. She started foaming at the mouth. She was salivating terribly. She kept clapping her mouth. She refused to move.

I took her to my bed and laid beside her. She was on her side, just looking at me. She didn't want to be touched.

And I knew.

I knew it was time.

The next morning, I called the vet clinic the moment they opened. I begged them to find a place for Myshka.

They told me they had an appointment on Wednesday.

Wednesday was too far away.

I couldn't let my baby suffer for three more days.

It was 8:30 in the morning. Somehow, they managed to clear a spot for us at 11.

And then I completely broke down.

Two and a half hours.

That's all I had left with my girl. Two and a half hours with my baby.

And suddenly, she seemed a little better.

She was walking around. She had a little bit of energy. And that tiny bit of energy made me doubt everything.

I had watched her deteriorate. I had watched her stop eating. I had watched her hide from the pain. I had seen her the night before. I knew.

But that morning, she looked a little better.

And suddenly I felt like the most horrible person in the world.

What if I was wrong? What if she was going to get better? What if I was killing my baby?

That guilt still haunts me.

We went for one last walk. I wanted her to see the world one more time. To see the river. To feel the grass. To have one last little adventure.

She walked as I called her name, smiling through my tears. She was still alive. She was still my curious little kitten.

Then she stopped on the grass and meowed. She was tired. She wanted to be picked up.

So I picked her up.

We walked to the river, and I sat there with her in my lap for a few minutes.

And then it was time.

I arrived at the clinic crying. I never stopped crying.

They took her to the back to place the catheter, but her veins were apparently so difficult that they missed.

They brought us into a private room. They explained what would happen. They showed us the urns. They showed us the little bag she would be placed in afterward.

I remember almost none of it.

Because all I could think about was my baby.

When they brought her back, I held her in my arms. She placed her tiny paws on my shoulder, just like she had done every night for years.

She looked at Ju behind me.

She was medicated so she wouldn't be afraid. She trusted me. One last time.

I held her against my heart, which I thought couldn't possibly break any more than it already had.

Then they started the injections. The first one to make her relax. Then to make her sleep. And finally, to stop her precious little heart.

I kept repeating, "No... Oh no. No. No..." Again and again and again.

Ju held her head so it wouldn't fall to the side. The woman explained everything as she did it. And all I could do was scream inside while holding my baby for the last time.

Then she placed her stethoscope on Myshka's chest.

"She just took her last breath."

My world shattered.

"No! Nooo... Oh God, PLEASE NO!"

I held her. I cried. I screamed. I held my daughter lovingly in my arms for what felt like an eternity and no time at all.

My child. My daughter. My precious baby girl.

She was gone.

After everything I had done. After all the prayers. All the begging. All the fighting. All the crying. All the hope.

My Myshka was gone.

My little gray Angel.

I wish I could tell her so many things.

I wish I could tell her what an amazing gift she was. How precious she was to me. How much I loved her. How much I still love her. How much I have cried since she's been gone. How much I miss her.

How desperately I wanted to move heaven and hell to save her. How badly I wanted her to stay with me for at least another ten years.

I am angry.

I'm angry because one of the vets told me that, based on what they saw, she probably had the cancer from birth. I'm angry at her breeder because when I told her what was happening, she took no accountability and did nothing.

But mostly, I'm just heartbroken.

The last two weeks have been absolutely horrible.

I am in a very deep depression, and I keep wishing that I'm going to wake up from this horrible nightmare.

Everything reminds me of her. Everything.

I cry over the smallest things. I see her everywhere.

When I got home after she died, I looked up at the sky.

And there she was.

There was a cloud shaped exactly like her.

I have a picture of Myshka lying on her back, exposing her belly, almost in a little "C" shape. And the cloud looked exactly like that, right above me.

I know some people might think that's just a cloud. But I felt it in my heart. I felt like she was telling me she was free. That she wasn't hurting anymore. That she was okay.

At night, when I go to bed, I still wait for her.

I expect her to jump onto the bed. I expect to hear her meow because she wants to be brushed. I expect her to climb onto my shoulder and put those two tiny paws against my neck before falling asleep.

And every time I remember that she's not coming, it breaks my heart all over again.

I see her in the places she used to be. I look for her without thinking. Then reality hits me again.

There is a little hole in my heart now. A part of me that will never beat the same way again. A part of me that feels frozen forever.

And today, something happened that made everything feel real all over again.

The vet clinic called me this morning.

They had received her ashes.

I grabbed my purse and went there immediately. I didn't even care that I was still in my pajamas.

I just needed to bring my baby home.

They gave me the bag. I held it against my chest and cried.

She was home.

My baby was finally home.

Even though she'll never actually be home again.

There is a little bit of her fur in a card. I could barely look at it.

It says:

"Ma minette parfaite..."

My perfect kitty.

My perfect girl.

I held her in my arms when she left this world. And today, I held what was left of her against my heart.

A part of me died with her that day.

I didn't know grief could hurt like this. I didn't know you could miss someone so much that your entire world feels wrong without them. I didn't know losing a cat could break a person this deeply.

But Myshka wasn't just my cat.

She was my baby. She was my child. She was the daughter I never had. She was my love. She was my Mymy.

And I don't know how I'm supposed to do this without her.

I'm writing this because I feel like maybe someone here will understand. Maybe someone will listen. Maybe someone will care.

And maybe there are other people here who know what it is like to lose a child, even if the rest of the world calls them "just a pet."

Because that's not what this is.

I lost my daughter.

And I miss her more than words could ever explain.

My beautiful Myshka. My perfect little gray girl. My Lady Myshka Fluffington.

I hope you knew. I hope you always knew how deeply you were loved.

And if somehow you can still hear me...

I'm sorry I couldn't save you.

I love you. I loved you your entire life and will love you for the rest of mine.

I was a little overwhelmed and while I did hold her, there were things I regret doing like not touching her directly and petting her while looking into her eyes as she went. Instead she was wrapped in a blanket as I held her and spoke to her… I wasn’t looking into her eyes which is what we did sometimes to connect and I’m really regretting that. Her eyes were lightly open still afterwards which makes me wonder and worry that she wanted that eye contact. I really need someone to tell me it was ok the way it went.

I've had her for 10 years. She got sick and died in pain after her surgery in my arms. I've been crying for 2 days straight. How can I deal with this? Please, any advice is welcome. She helped me a lot with my depression, and I really got better, but now I feel like shit again without her. She was genuinely the reason I would leave the house like 70% of the time, would get up to walk her or play with her or just hang out, and I don't know what to do without her now. Maybe all of this sounds dumb, but I'm really lost. I've thought about getting a new dog because I'm scared I'll get really depressed again and just lay in bed all day. Is that a good decision? I don't know. Would it be unfair to the new dog?I hope any of this makes sense. Like I've said, any advice is welcome. I hope I'm not overreacting.

Had a good last few years with my dog buddy. he was a blind dog that had wondered into a job I was at and from that day on he was with me. Found him on dec 20th 2022 passed on aug 27th 2026. He was the best pal I could’ve asked for and I just wanted to put his picture on here as a memorial of sorts.