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Laura Long
We adopted Cupcake and her brother Jax in July 2012 from Cats Protection when they were both about a year old. Cupcake came straight to me when we went to meet her and it was love at first sight. She loved food and life and she was so much fun to be with. She was my cat soul mate and now she’s gone our little family are all heartbroken. She would come to bed with us every night and lay on Gary’s chest and then move to the bottom of the bed after a while. Family time watching tv, eating, getting up, going to bed all just hurt. I’m finding it hard to cope and I’m in tears every day the home feels less for her not being here. Cupcake was in good health the vet told me she had a blood clot which caused a heart attack and she died in my arms on the way to the vet. Her brother Jax still looks for her everyday and asks me where she is everyday for the last 3 weeks, when I give him treats he won’t eat any unless I put some in her bowl also and this breaks my heart that little bit more. I’ve bought a Felaway and got some natural calms from the vet for him to help, all I can do is show him extra love and kisses.
Emma Green
Ambrose came to live with us on 27th October 2014, having already been abandoned and living under a hedge at the end of our garden for a year or two. We had other cats then. He was with us through the death of my parents, the death of my mother in law, 3 house moves. A huge black and white long haired boy with a huge heart. We have no idea how old he was probably around 18. He developed dementia and arthritis and eventually we decided that he'd suffered enough. He wanted to go. Yesterday therefore we made the one way trip. He knew. He even offered his paw to the Vet so she could shave his paw. Our grief is still raw. But our memories will live for ever.
Chris Bacque
Yesterday I lost my furry best friend of almost 17 years, Harvey. He had been diagnosed with untreatable end-stage renal disease, and also a mass in his abdomen which would have been very painful and dangerous to assess and manage. To watch his decline from being a happy social bundle of fluff was just devastating. Everybody loved him and he never gave up making me smile and laugh, he'd know when I was sad, unwell or stressed and was by my side his whole life, looking up at me with unconditional love even when he was struggling. He was the one I could rely on through good times and bad, and his passing came with such a shock. I'll always look back on the good times, the sitting in the sun, the silly playtimes (he was a big dope!), and the endless kisses and cuddles.. but right now my heart is broken. He was brave right until the end and went peacefully, but it doesn't make it any easier.. I've been so lucky to have you as a best friend Harvey, and I'll never forget how loved you made me feel. So long for now, champ.. ❤️
Angie Griffiths
I adopted Daisy 10 years ago. I suspect that she'd had several homes before her final and forever home with me. It took nearly 2 years for her to gain the confidence that saw her blossom into my beautiful tabby and white best furry friend. Daisy loved sleeping with me, and if I didn't call her to 'beddy-bys', where she'd run ahead of me and jump onto the bed, ready to curl up together, she'd appear at the lounge door staring at me as if to say: do you know what time it is?! She was my constant companion when my dear Mum passed away, providing solace through all those nights when I cried endlessly by curling up with me, so that I'd eventually fall asleep listening to the sound of her purrs. Daisy developed a sudden heart murmur in a routine check 2 years ago and was healthy until this year when she started coughing and lost a dramatic amount of wright. We battled through 6 months with me trialling various creative means of administering 4 pills a day, with Daisy figuring out them all! We eventually settled on a morning and night routine that she braved with her usual gentle demeanour. Then, suddenly, she lost even more weight, and it was clear that the end was in sight. Although weak, she still found the strength to jump on the bed to comfort me, but when I looked in her eyes that morning and asked her: "My darling girl. Have you had enough? Do you want to go?", her eyes told me what I didn't want to hear, and she passed peacefully at the vets in my arms that afternoon, aged 19. I'm heartbroken now, but I'll always treasure my time with my beloved girl, as will you.
Catherine Kilcullen
We had to let our beautiful Buster go on the 9th of May after he`d received injuries to his tail and leg. He was 19 years old and couldn't of made it through surgery. He was the most beautiful of boys. He was extremely homely and loved being with us especially me. He slept at the top of my pillow in bed, he always wanted to be next to me. The love he had for us all was incredible and we loved him the same. The sense of loss is terrible, the house is empty. We miss him so much, its quite difficult to cope at the minute
Debbie Hancock
My sweet Kitty died last night, curled up by me in bed. Her death was swift - although she was older (almost 11) but I thought pretty healthy. I buried her in the garden this morning and now my home is so quiet and empty. Kitty was such a support to me while I was caring for my late husband and after he died. I miss her so much, she was so very loved 💔
Abigail SELTZER
Our lovely Milo, a beautiful black and white boy, was taken away from us suddenly when he killed by a passing car. Poor Milo was only 5 years old and had only been with us for 6 months when he died. He was nervous with us at first then grew into a confident happy lad, adventurous, curious and loving. I will miss being nose bumped, yowled for when he came back from his adventures, and gently persuaded it was meal time. I'm very sad now and the house is too silent, but I know as time passes, he will shine bright in our memories. RIP Milo
Jenny Somers
Tink came to us through Cats Protection. In May 22 she came home and we vowed that the rest of her life would be the best of her life. Trust grew and the best times became bedtime. The mere mention of bed Tink would run up the stairs straight on my pillow to be rewarded with strokes and tickles. Trust grew over nights on my pillow until I was even trusted with tummy tickles. Thanks Tink I know how much that meant and I won't forget it. That last night you rested your chin on my head I was so humbled to have your trust and love I knew that my job was to protect you for ever you would never experience hurt or fear again.That last day together was wonderful you were so happy. In the evening I was staying up late so you ran out into the garden for a little more evening time. It was 9pm not late you never went far, you were too shy of the world, too weary of how the world had already treated you, but you felt stronger now confident in our love and protection of you. I called you at 10pm..I didn't stop until 3am when I finally crashed asleep on an empty pillow. Someone shot Tink that night with a pellet that lodged in her spine. I cannot erase my last memories of you, broken and in pain I am tormented by what happened to you. Its been 4 weeks since we had to release you from your pain. I am angry I am heartbroken I long to replace the last image of you but I can't. The trauma I feel makes grief complicated. But there is no more fear or pain for you my little beauty. Goodnight gorgeous girl.
Lucy Frame
My cat Larry was taken from me far too soon. He was my best friend, accepted all of me, and was ALWAYS there no matter what. I still can't believe he'd gone. I feel so much gut-wrenching pain when I look at all his favourite places. Still finding his beautiful white fur everywhere, when I do I feel the sadness wash over me. He was a train station cat who I adopted and I was so lucky he chose me. He had clearly had some tough times before we met but all he wanted was kindness and love. He gave this to me and I hope I returned it. I miss him everyday and I keep expecting to hear him greet me at the door with his cute meows. When he doesn't my heart breaks all over again. I'm trying to allow myself to be sad but also remembering the precious time we spent together. I'd give anything to give him one more cuddle, hear his purr and Stroke his fur. I love you Lazza always and you'll always leave a paw print on my heart ❤️ 🐾 enjoy your eternal rest my best friend.
Marina Stanford - Eyre
I recently lost my Bertie he was 12. It was a sudden and unexpected death as he had not been ill and apart from being a bit overweight he was seemingly a healthy cat. I had got him as a kitten from the RSPCA. I went out for the day as it was my birthday and I had maybe not paid as much attention to him as usual - my niece was staying and we were busy chatting I suppose. I left Bert sleeping on my bed - his favourite spot. When we got back he didn’t come downstairs so I asked my niece to see if he was in my bedroom that’s when it was discovered he had passed away. It was such a shock for us both and i am totally devastated. I think when you live alone in particular your pet really is your everything they are your friend your companion and the love and bond is very strong. I cry a lot at the moment - I know things will get easier in time but right now I am just so very sad. Im trying to take comfort that his passing looked peaceful plus he didn’t have to go through some awful long drawn out illness and all the stress that can bring. I miss him so much - he loved to sleep and snooze with his head on my chest and sometimes he would just look straight in my eyes purring away. Sometimes I feel guilty about so many silly things but I think that is common when we grieve. I chose to have Bertie cremated he has a special box for his ashes. I also kept back some ashes and fur to have jewellery made. This way he will be with me always.🐾💔
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.