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Ann Baker
My beautiful boy was euthanised this afternoon age 17 yrs and 2 months. He had arthritis, chronic diarrhoea and developed heart problems last year. Having nursed and lost both parents, It was Percy who saved me from despair when I got him as a rescue aged 1yr. I loved him more than words can say and although I am totally heartbroken, I know that he has been spared a slow, distressing and undignified death. His passing was so peaceful and I feel privileged to have had him in my life.Don’t be scared..the vet was excellent and talked me through the whole thing as it happened. I am going to scatter his ashes amongst the daffodils he used to love to sit in the middle of and think of him each spring. Not everyone understands love for another creature..the lyrics to one of my favourite songs means even more to me now “ You and I, our love will never die, Guess we’ll cry come 1st of May” Going to have this engraved on a locket . Writing this has helped with initial devastation of losing him. Try it. Love to all cat carers.
Melanie King
My boy fell ill suddenly and yesterday he passed away. It was looking hopeful in the morning then we had a call from the emergency vet to say we need to come straight away. He held on until we got there then gave a final miaow and he was gone. He was my little shadow and the house is horribly empty without him. We loved each other so much. We adopted him from a rescue centre and it was love at first sight. 11 years of such a strong bond.
Chris Franks
My beautiful boy Stanley. You were the kindest, cuddliest most patient cat I’ve ever known. I cannot believe today I cuddled you for the very last time. Having you take your final breaths in my arms was one of the single most devastating things l’ve ever experienced. At just 3 years and 4 months, you were taken from us way too soon. My heart has never hurt this much before and I’m trying to process what’s happened. Just last week you were your usual amazing self and now you’re not here. You were such a good boy. Thank you for showing us something was wrong on Wednesday! I’m just so sorry we couldn’t have known about this horrible kidney disease sooner! You’d never been ill or even hinted at being ill before and things have escalated so quickly. I’m in shock! You weren’t just a cat you were our family, you were my pal and I’ll never forget you! I’ll miss you Stanley more than you will ever know xxx
Lauren Williams
A year ago I posted on here when I was absolutely heartbroken over losing my gorgeous 7 year old ginger ninja Dexter. I remember feeling so silly when I cried at work on the Monday after he was put to sleep because I thought people just wouldn’t understand. I was wrong; they did! Dexter got poorly very quickly (a blocked bladder and then thromboembolism) and the whole process of getting him better from the blocked bladder to finding the embolism to him getting another blocked bladder was traumatic to say the least. Putting him to sleep was the best and only option and it broke my heart entirely. Time is a great healer. Even now I still get tearful thinking about it all; especially how young he really was! But I know he’s not in any pain anymore. A few months passed and we got another furry friend, Merlin the tabby cat, and although no cat will ever be Dexter, he’s filled the cat shaped hole in our lives and gave us something new to focus on. We love him ever so dearly 🩷 Take your time, talk, cry and don’t feel silly! A pet is a huge part of a family! You will feel slightly better soon x
Sarah Golding
We lost him too soon, he was only 3.5 years and til a week ago was fine, no sign he was unwell. Loved napping with his tabby friend Jim, nudging us for chicken, greeted us at the door, huge green eyes and so empathetic to our family he knew us as individuals. The loss hit so hard because he had leukemia and there was no time left. You feel out of control, asking the vets for options but sometimes there are no fixes, no pills or scans that make it better for them. We made his last days special even though there was no time to process what was happening. I sat with him and thanked him and made him comfortable. He can't be replaced and we wouldn't try to. Our local vets helped us through his last day and you need help sometimes, the burden of making the best decisions for them can be heavy and confusing. We are going to have a memorial day in the garden when summer comes, that's the way we want to remember him, lazing in the sun, catching insects. I have a white cherry tree to plant for him...his fur was bright white round his chin and a rich luxury black coat. I'm not yet sure how long grief will last, it's a reminder that you cared so deeply for them, there is no fear greater than loving too much and we sure did love him.
Michaela Connolly
Today we had to say goodbye to our little Ash Bash. Such a handsome, affectionate and wonderful tabby. He turned 4 a fortnight ago but was suffering lower urinary tract issues and had re-blocked again after traumatic unblocking just a fortnight prior. We tried our best and willed for him to get better but unfortunately he became blocked again this morning. He was the best cat. He got me through SO much and was the greatest companion. I'll miss his little toe beans, watching him sunbathing and I'll miss him being my little best friend and sitting with me whilst I work from home. My partner and I adored him. He was so funny and always cheered us up. We hope he did the right thing by him, we hated seeing him in pain. He fell asleep on both our laps peacefully whilst we repeatedly told him how much we loved him. We're going to miss our little mao mao so much and the flat feels so empty already. I feel so guilty and hope we did the right thing by him. Goodnight our little Ash. Cuddle up to nan, dad, Sean and our Josh. They'll look after you up there my love, my little babe, our little mao.
Rosemary Hollings
This morning my Loki flew off with my heart and im not sure when he will send it back down to me. Loki was a "one human" cat (me) and he was, quite frankly, offended by EVERYONE else. It was pretty funny actually, for instance: calling the cattery to book him in for a visit - they'd be like "gird your loins everyone, Loki's coming in!" Ahh but I didnt care, Loki was my little baby! He gave me lots of love, I got to tickle his toe beans and sometimes when he was feeling extra comfy and soppy I'd get to have belly rubs as well. He wasn't heartless, he'd sense when I was upset and would come and rub his face in mine. He came to "tolerate" my partner who would be ever so chuffed if Loki sat on him and just beside himself if Loki allowed him belly rubs!! But today, I had to make the gut wrenching, devastating decision to have him put to sleep this morning. I gave him smooches as he went, and he went quickly. He was 12yrs and 11months to the day today. He had a good life and I hope, wherever he may be that he occasionally looks down on me and gives me a swipe to say "Oi! I just got a better offer that's all, stop crying you fool!"
Roz Greenwood
We said goodbye yesterday to Cassie Ann. We’ve had her and her twin sister for 18 and a half years and we thought she’d live forever. Recently, she started losing weight yet her appetite was insatiable and she was as agile and affectionate as ever. But in the last few days she became unsteady on her feet. Saturday night she fell over on to her side and couldn’t get up. But after an hour of softly comforting her, she bounced back like nothing had happened and demanded her tea. Then yesterday morning I found her half on and half off her bed. Breathing, but limp. I wrapped her in her favourite blanket. I knew it was time. I took her for a last walk around the garden, pointing out her favorite spots and then found her sister to say goodbye. We drove her to the vets where they very gently and lovingly, helped her on her way. We brought her back home so her sister could see her before we buried her under a tree amongst the wild flowers. Her sister doesn’t understand and is looking for her. We’re heartbroken and the waves of emotion are unbearable. We see her everywhere. My little best friend. Our baby girl. Our little little one xx
Maggie Dowling
After my husband died I didn't think I could ever be happy sharon. Then a friend asked would I look after this cat that needed rehoming . I told her I'd do it for 2 weeks max. Honey was a tortoishell Persian cat. I didn't want another cat after losing Tillie aged 22 years and Honey looked so like her. Very soon that gorgeous little girl found her way into my lap and into my heart. I couldn't let her go. She was such a comfort. She was always wanting cuddles, she greeted me lovingly whenever I'd been out.... through lockdown she was such amazing company. When I got covid she wouldn't leave me, cuddling into my neck and singing to me. She had been an indoor cat but I got her used to the garden and she loved being out there. She loved life.. always chasing around after leaves and her toys. A few days before she died Honey wouldn't leave my side. I didn't suspect anything because she was still eating and drinking OK. The night before she died she slept cuddled into my neck. She got up around 7am and went down for her breakfast. An hour later I heard her crying and she was at the bottom of the stairs and didn't come up when I called her. I went down and found she was dressing her back legs. I went immediately to the vet who said she might have a blood clot on her spine causing paralysis. Sadly all the stress caused her heart failure and my darling friend died in my arms a few minutes later. I will never forget all your love and care my sweet Honeybun. I love you so much.
Subreena Klair
My little Dippo was sadly taken on Thursday. It was sudden, he took a sigh and went. He was healthy and had regular check ups at the vets - no concerns of health issues. He was only three years old, he had a good life - he brought so much joy and happiness to our lives. He was named Dippo because he had a white tip tail. I will forever miss him and hope to see him again one day - twirling around playing with his tail.
Teya Brown
My sweet boy was hit by a car a week ago today, and i miss him so much. He’d only just turned four, and had been with me through my most difficult times. My mum’s friend had gotten him for me as a gift, after begging for a cat for years. I wasn’t doing so great mentally at the time, and he helped a lot. He’d always been great with comforting me and i don’t know where to put my love for him. My mum has gotten me a small black cat teddy, “somewhere to put the love”, she says. It brings me comfort and makes me feel like part of him is still with me. Grief keeps on creeping up on me at unexpected times, and i can’t help but cry to think that he’s no longer here. No longer curled up on the end of my bed and no longer there to greet me with meows when i get home. I have two other kittens in the house, and whenever they come through the cat flap etc, my first thought is Loki. I like to think it gets easier, i hope it does. To those reading, I'm so very sorry for your loss. At least we know they were loved dearly. x
Elaine James
My beautiful boy left this earth at 02.00 on April 5th 2024, he was laying in bed beside me, let out a sigh and was gone. I am heartbroken, I feel like part of me has died too. Thank you precious Angel for being part of my life, you were a beautiful gift ,I will treasure all the memories of our time spent together. I love you always. I like to think of you playing happily at the Rainbow Bridge and I hope to meet up with you there one day and we can be together again.
Megan Carter
Sadly a few days ago, I had to say goodbye to my favourite love, my sweet ginger Gino. The most mischievous, loving and kind boy you could meet, he was there for my highest and lowest moments, always nose to nose. He suddenly became sick and his personality changed, the vets took him in for bloods and we found out Gino had late stage of Kidney Disease, this little 3.5 year old boy who had never been poorly before was now fighting. The vet kept telling me each day ‘he’s hiding how poorly he is and we don’t know how he’s still going’ - if you have a ginger cat, you know how he was still going … stubbornness ! He held on as long as he could, he came home after 2 days in hospital and we nursed him as best we could, kept him happy with love and all the treats he could wish for. Sadly he was losing use of his back legs, stopped eating normal food and was losing his balance even when sitting up. It was the hardest decision I had to make but I made it with him in mind and him alone, for if I had my way I would have kept him alive forever but I couldn’t watch my boy suffer. Gino, you were so loved and if love alone could have kept you alive, you would have loved forever. I hope you never forget me as I’ll never forget you. Love from your mama xxx
Janet Sherry
I had to take the decision to end the life of my beloved tabby Tigger who I adopted at the age of two. His original owners abandoned him because he had a struvite crystal problem, so I took him on. He died at nearly 16; I have never had a longer cat relationship. He’d always lived in a flat until he came to the country but he soon appreciated the toads, dragonflies, mice and other wildlife! He’d clearly had some bad experiences, hated the sound of people whistling and babies crying, but over the years became a most affectionate, gentle cat. He slept next to me every night and woke me every morning with nose rubbing and purring. He had latterly developed some medical problems, but whilst I was travelling he suddenly became unwell over a few days, the vet found liver cancer, he deteriorated very rapidly, he was unlikely to survive for long. I did not have time to get home to see him before having to make the decision that he should be put to sleep; that was hard to deal with. I have had many cats over the years, it never gets easier to end their lives, the feelings of loss, guilt and failure are overwhelming. Tigger was my best friend; always there comforting me through my troubles and medical problems, keeping me sane through the Covid years, yet I was not there in his final days. I will miss him so much, it’s as though a part of me has been cut out. I tried to give him the best life I could and grew to love him deeply. To have a cat as a best friend is a great privilege; in time, maybe I will have another furry best friend. Goodbye Tigger.
Kay Skinner
On Monday I had to make the decision to say goodbye to our beloved cat, Chester. Although nearly 14 he still looked sprightly but over a 5 week period had developed bladder problems which did not respond to treatment and he could not wee. It was life threatening so I made the decision with the vets advice to end his suffering. I know in my heart I did my best for him. He was the most loved cat and my sons and I are grieving and missing his furry antics. I know time will heal and that we will experience a whole gamut of emotions, which is natural. Chester, you meant the world to us and we will love you furrever x