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I would hate anyone to feel awkward about posting updates/news/photos about their own or other cats because I am grieving.

I love hearing about other cats and seeing your lovely photos cheers me in sad times so please don't think it insensitive or anything, quite the opposite.

I'll have to live vicariously through you lot for now anyway, at least until the Cat Distribution Network(TM) gets its arse in gear.
Lilith sends her love and sympathy too.

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This might seem a strange thing to say but you'll probably feel a sense of relief tonight because you'll know you've done the right thing and that he's at peace now.

RIP Jakey.

Thank you - I do already in a way - caring for him for the last few months was something I did gladly, as you would do to improve the quality of life of anyone you loved while they were nearing the end of their life - but it was a round of alarms set for medications and fluids, constant trips to the vet, getting more and more fussy about food and trying to find things out of the limited selection of renal foods that he would tuck into, getting thinner and thinner, frequently on antibiotics for UTIs, piss and shit and in the last few days, blood all over the place.

I am at least content that he was very happy and treating him for everything was worth it up until a couple of days ago, and that we did the absolute right thing today. I wish he could have had longer, but at nearly 18 he'd had a good innings and a very good life full of love and comfort, and we knew it was coming so there is no tragedy or shock involved at losing him - just sadness and missing him.

He was the gentlest sweetest thing, a very special creature, who showed his love to us generously and received our love with purrs and headbutts and Siam/OSH "WAAAAAH"s. :)
 
I would hate anyone to feel awkward about posting updates/news/photos about their own or other cats because I am grieving.

I love hearing about other cats and seeing your lovely photos cheers me in sad times so please don't think it insensitive or anything, quite the opposite.

I'll have to live vicariously through you lot for now anyway, at least until the Cat Distribution Network(TM) gets its arse in gear.
Have a 'kittens in a tub' pic.
Hope it helps.
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Thank you - I do already in a way - caring for him for the last few months was something I did gladly, as you would do to improve the quality of life of anyone you loved while they were nearing the end of their life - but it was a round of alarms set for medications and fluids, constant trips to the vet, getting more and more fussy about food and trying to find things out of the limited selection of renal foods that he would tuck into, getting thinner and thinner, frequently on antibiotics for UTIs, piss and shit and in the last few days, blood all over the place.

I am at least content that he was very happy and treating him for everything was worth it up until a couple of days ago, and that we did the absolute right thing today. I wish he could have had longer, but at nearly 18 he'd had a good innings and a very good life full of love and comfort, and we knew it was coming so there is no tragedy or shock involved at losing him - just sadness and missing him.

He was the gentlest sweetest thing, a very special creature, who showed his love to us generously and received our love with purrs and headbutts and Siam/OSH "WAAAAAH"s. :)
Hope you're bearing up as well as you seem to be. We've lost four of our own this year. It's never easy, is it? 18's a good age, as far as we know (nearly all of ours are rescues) none of them (and I think we've given a home to around 40 over the last 30 years or so) made it that far.
 
Hope you're bearing up as well as you seem to be. We've lost four of our own this year. It's never easy, is it? 18's a good age, as far as we know (nearly all of ours are rescues) none of them (and I think we've given a home to around 40 over the last 30 years or so) made it that far.

Thanks, I think I'm in that slightly numb stage at the moment.

Sorry for your losses, 4 in a year is a terrible blow to cope with.
 
We almost had a moment last night. I'm watching the snooker, and he jumps up on the arm of the sofa, before walking round the back and onto the seat next to me. Usually at that point he heads back onto the floor, quickly defeating the point of getting up there in the first place.

However last night you could tell he at considered trying the lap again, about a year since his last venture there. He looked at my legs, and even placed one front paw on my thigh. However it wasn't to be, and he then headed off.

Fucking tease...
 
We almost had a moment last night. I'm watching the snooker, and he jumps up on the arm of the sofa, before walking round the back and onto the seat next to me. Usually at that point he heads back onto the floor, quickly defeating the point of getting up there in the first place.

However last night you could tell he at considered trying the lap again, about a year since his last venture there. He looked at my legs, and even placed one front paw on my thigh. However it wasn't to be, and he then headed off.

Fucking tease...
One of ours took 8 years to stop running away from any physical contact. Now she's a permanent fixture of the settee with us. You'll get there, hopefully faster than us.
Two of the 4 we lost this year used to love snooker. They'd launch themselves at the screen and chase the balls around. Hilarious and thoroughly annoying at the same time.
 
Thanks, I think I'm in that slightly numb stage at the moment.

Sorry for your losses, 4 in a year is a terrible blow to cope with.
One was a real relief, to be honest. I think it was a brain tumour or something. It was like she was possessed... running about yelling and hissing for no apparent reason. The vet we saw decided to sedate her and keep her in for observation overnight. Her heart just stopped as she was drifting off. Never want to see anything like that ever again.
 
One was a real relief, to be honest. I think it was a brain tumour or something. It was like she was possessed... running about yelling and hissing for no apparent reason. The vet we saw decided to sedate her and keep her in for observation overnight. Her heart just stopped as she was drifting off. Never want to see anything like that ever again.

Oh no - it was several years ago now, but my darling Radar went of a brain tumour, he started having massive seizures suddenly after a short illness, and I had to rush him to the out of hours vet hospital in a brain-damaged state - at least a small positive was that it seemed as though he wasn't aware of what was going on which was a bit of a blessing - but I know how awful that can be. It was a horrific shock, and although he wasn't young, he wasn't ancient either (probably about the equivalent of my own age, in cat terms).

I am very sorry that you went through similar with one of yours.
 
Here's a pic as you requested. Pan is usually in our youngest's room but he's taken a liking to a basket in our room the past few days, ignoring the ADHD clothes arrangements in the background.

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He's gorgeous! I do love black and white ones, they have a special place in my heart.

Am also entirely familiar with the ADHD "Floordrobe" phenomenon :D
Thankfully cats don't like a place to be too neat and tidy, a little chaos provides good opportunities for hiding and play :)
 
We almost had a moment last night. I'm watching the snooker, and he jumps up on the arm of the sofa, before walking round the back and onto the seat next to me. Usually at that point he heads back onto the floor, quickly defeating the point of getting up there in the first place.

However last night you could tell he at considered trying the lap again, about a year since his last venture there. He looked at my legs, and even placed one front paw on my thigh. However it wasn't to be, and he then headed off.

Fucking tease...
Have you tried putting a magazine or newspaper on your lap? That was what worked for Arnold. (One of those road atlases is optimum, we found.)
 
One of ours took 8 years to stop running away from any physical contact. Now she's a permanent fixture of the settee with us. You'll get there, hopefully faster than us.
Two of the 4 we lost this year used to love snooker. They'd launch themselves at the screen and chase the balls around. Hilarious and thoroughly annoying at the same time.
One of mine use to love One Man and his Dog. He'd try to catch the sheep and when they went off the screen he'd go around the back of the TV to see if they'd come out!
 
RIP Jakey and huggssss Epona.
He's at peace & resting now, you gave him the best you could ...

As you said to me when Hilli passed, their lives are so short, but we do the best we can. Hopefully the CDN {tm} will have something in mind !

Beauty sends a few spare purrrs your way, I'm sure she can spare a couple tonight.
 
One of mine use to love One Man and his Dog. He'd try to catch the sheep and when they went off the screen he'd go around the back of the TV to see if they'd come out!

My dear departed Sonic used to do that with the Formula 1, this was back when we had a big CRT telly - he'd sit on top of it and swipe at the cars then look down the back of the telly 🤣

He was heartbroken when we got a flatscreen tv that he couldn't sit on top of :oops:
 
First time I've been without pets since 1992 :eek: (A brief hiatus between moving out of my parents place and getting somewhere I could have my own pets).
There's nothing going on making a noise or a mess or a smell or generally being naughty and that in itself feels wrong.
(Although N might rectify that when he wakes up from his nap).
 
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