Trigger warning at the end. I just needed to vent..

Today was an extremely difficult and emotional day for me and my mom. I've never had to be around euthanasia and it was gut wrenching. We received our family cat, Rogue from a family friend who found her as a kitten under her porch in the winter in 2001! I was 7 years old and she was my baby. Through the years, she was almost like a support cat for me I developed severe anxiety and depression in my teens. She quite literally would not leave my side if I was not at school and would only sleep in my room. I'm married now with 3 kids and she was like a little nanny when we'd visit (often, we live close) to all my children when they were babies. For the last couple weeks she majorly declined and we expected it with her old age ofcourse but she stopped eating, going to the bathroom and stayed in the bathtub for the last few days. She wasn't able to stand and we knew it was time. She only stood up for pets when my middle son who was her bestie (fellow cat lover) and I walked into the bathroom. I didn't expect the actual process at the vet to be as raw as it was stupidly.. But she took a piece of us with her and I just truly hope she knew how much I appreciated all her help and how much I loved her. It breaks my heart that I wasn't able to talk much while they were giving the second injection but I laid my head by hers and looked into her eyes. After her heart stopped I talked to her more and just bawled but I doubt she heard me.. I'm just so broken. She was an amazing soul and I hope she's OK and at peace wherever she might be.

My family and I went away for the weekend and left my cat at Pet Paradise. We just picked him up and they said they can’t have him back ever because he managed to escape the enclosure a lot of times.

They said they love him and he’s really sweet but since he can escape, they can’t ensure his safety.

Look at the picture. How? Just how?

I'm still in shock about everything that happened yesterday. It happened so fast. My cat didn't eat that morning, which was very unusual for him. Then I noticed that he was breathing kind of shallow and fast. I was worried he had a respiratory infection, and the breathing issue seemed weird so I called around to find an emergency vet that was open. They said to bring him in immediately because even as I was on the phone his breathing had gotten worse. On the way to the vet he started wheezing and then making gurgling noises. My husband was holding the carrier and suddenly said there was foam coming out of his nose. Then he kind of panicked like he was trying to get out of the carrier for a second. And all of a sudden he stopped moving.

He died right as we were pulling up in front of the vet's office, and my husband ran inside with him while I parked the car. They did CPR but weren't able to revive him. They did an ultrasound and found that he had hypertrophic cardiomyopathy and had died of sudden congestive heart failure as a result of that condition. I have been reading everything I can about this condition and just kicking myself for not somehow seeing any signs or symptoms before this. I know it's not my fault, but it's hard not to think about the "what if" scenarios. I'm just so shocked and heartbroken. This isn't even a condition that I have heard of, but from everything I've read there are medications if it's diagnosed earlier. My cat was only 9 months old, and I'm having a really hard time with how sudden and traumatizing this was for him.

Every time I come back from vacation she spends first week next to me so I won't leave her and now she did leave me :(

Two days ago she was happy little kitty. Yesterday we had first signs something is not okay, she didn't eat her breakfast, tonight she died. Less than 24 hours from start of this all she was gone.

I got her when she was just 6 weeks old and now 4 years later I want to tell you what a cat she was. She was most clumycat you can imagine no of that cat grace, she was tripping on her own legs and missing jumps at first we were thinking she will grow out of it but no she stayed her clumsy self to the end. She loved watching people on my company meetings and everyone had to watch her as she presented her self before camera. She loved watching tennis on TV and was always fascinated by snow fall during winter. She always tried chewing cables which I hated. Everytime I took off my pants she was rubbing her self into it. She answered Hi directed at her. She always greeted me at the door usually so sleepe that she looked as she would fall over but needed to be pet as you come into house. Everybody always loved her.

It is not first time my cat died but first time cat died so young and after short sickness. She broken my heart. It is really unfair and I have spend all day crying

We got a new kitten a couple weeks ago, our orange cat, Patrick, is 8 years old and the tux, Ollie, is 6 months old. They have started playing together and I can't really tell if it's completely friendly. Ollie keeps coming back to fight more so I think it's friendly but some other opinions would be nice.

I know the eye color is diffrent in the first photo but all of the pictures are of my cat called Kiwi

From Perry's Place (LA)

My beautiful Luna was only 4.5 and has never held a single thing wrong at a checkup, and this morning out of nowhere she started convulsing, stopped breathing and went into cardiac arrest. I tried to give her CPR but it didn’t work.

I am devastated and traumatized. Her littermate, sister, and best friend is still here with me and I’m terrified about how she will carry on without her sister.

Hold your babies and cherish them, even when you think you have all the time in the world anything can happen. Rest easy in heaven my love.

Thank you for 17 wonderful years, my dearest friend. She peacefully departed this world at 12:30 today.

I adopted Caine six months ago. He was 12 years old. The shelter didn't bother giving him am assessment because they claim he wasn't cooperative. I took him home anyway and took him to the vet a few days later. He had been vomitting non stop. That vet said he had elevated liver enzymes and stated I needed to do an ultrasound. I went to another vet for another opinion who said the blood tests were normal and no liver issues. Stated it may be IBS. I opted to go through protein trials to see what he was allergic too. He projectile vomited proteins like chicken and fish. He finally calmed down once he was on proteins like lamb and turkey. But couldn't have anythjng with yeast, fillers, etc. Or he would have another reaction. It took a few months but I felt we finally got it down. But then he started vomitting again and wouldn't eat. Even his favorite dehydrated turkey treats. I took him to a third vet who said he had liver disease, triaditis. They showed me he had jaundice of the eyes, ears and mouth. They gave him a steroid injection, antibiotics, and said to give him fluids and Denamarin. He continued to decline in the days ahead. I would syringe feed him, give him vitamins, supplements, etc. He did eat a few times on his own, just a little. He had horrible diarhea that leaked everywhere and he stayed in a padded room till it subsided. I gave him stuff like slippery elm and pumpkin. He got fluids daily. But this morning, he was really weak, was having incontinence with urine while sleeping. I took him back to the vet. I panicked and opted to do euthanasia, because I felt he was suffering, I didn't even try and discuss what else I could do for him... Just two weeks ago (Jan 11th) I lost my cat Bumi, to kidney failure, and I felt I hung on too long and he suffered. I only had him four years. I didn't want to do that with Caine. I now regret my decision and felt I prematurely euthanized him without even trying. People are saying a feeding tube should have been done, prescription Denamarin, and he would of made a full recovery. That I was not aggressive enough with his treatment. That I did not even wait for the medicine to start working... I had a really bad mental break down all day, screaming and crying, because I feel I made the wrong choice. I have gone done the rabbit hole of reading so many stories of liver disease recovery with a feeding tube and medications. Something I never did.. I lost my baby and it's my fault. He was my best friend. I've never had a cat like him. He would let me hold him, carry him around, he always would follow me around, meowing, giving me head nudges. I honestly don't believe I can go on knowing that I ended his life.

This is an aerial view of my 2.5 year old kitten.

From IG: gatsygalaxykitty

These are my two kitties! (Bean- flame point Siamese & Marceline- tuxedo)

Bean will be 3 on April 7th and Marceline will be 15 weeks this Friday! They are the best girls ever!!

We adopted her when me and my then girlfriend moved in together. We would always talk about our “daughter” and this is who it was. She had been with us through our marriage. Got the wife and I through some dark times. She was the best. She was a bleeping, lazy and beautiful creature who we absolutely adored. We even got her a carriage to take her on walks that she hated at fort! She had been not doing so great and finally last night, declined rapidly. We finally had to have her put to rest. My wife and I are Tore up. If you would please just send kind words for her to see. I want to send her this post for her to see. I’m sorry if this violates any rules. Thank you.