From the very first day your clumsy pet awkwardly runs around the house, to the last trip to the vet, the years with your furry friend are filled with unconditional love and joy (and some occasional poops.) If only we wouldn’t have to let them go… One Reddit user named abernha3 has recently said his bittersweet goodbyes to his 15-year-old cat Andrew on their final car ride. The Redditor posted 2 pics of Andrew holding his and his wife’s hands with his paw as they were driving to the vet and it has all the feels.
“Little Andrew was my junior,” abernha3 wrote. “He was 15 and a half and loved everyone, but just got old and sick over the last year. He purred everyday of his life and when he lost that, I knew it was time… He held our hands on his last trip to the vet. Little Andrew was much stronger than his mom and I.”
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“He was 15 and a half and loved everyone, but just got old and sick over the last year…”
“He held our hands on his last trip to the vet. Little Andrew was much stronger than his mom and I”
Other people also shared their first and last photos with their beloved cats
“Love you always, Mopsy”
Their love will live forever…
From the very first day your clumsy pet awkwardly runs around the house, to the last trip to the vet, the bond with your furry friend is full of joy. Sometimes, their presence in meaningful moments opens doors to beautiful stories.
For example, consider how a devoted pet witnessing a significant life event can capture hearts and enrich shared experiences.
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When I brought my ginger cat for his last vet visit and the start of his eternal sleep he knew it was the end. He looked at me and my mother with a very concentrated look, like he tried to take a mental picture of us. Then the vet did the first shot (the one to make him sleep) and he put his head on my arm while I petted him and he purred until he fell asleep. The rest is history but let's say that he left this Earth peacefuly and I felt so relieved in the end that he got a decent nice death instead of going somewhere in the nature where he would have ended alone. He knew it was his last trip but yet he did look at us like he always did, with love, I think he knew he was terribly ill and his purrs made me wonder if maybe he wasn't grateful we didn't let him die naturaly like a vegetable. Another thing is that now I know exactly what vets do when we bring them our friends for one last shot, I know it's not violent, it's peaceful and calm.
my mother adopted my siamese cat Miss while she was pregnant with me. when i was born, Miss adopted me. she left us six months after her 20th birthday. this was about 17 years ago and she's still in our heart.
We just had a farewell evening on Saturday for my best friends' kitty who was 16 and had to be put to sleep on Sunday. She had cancer, arthritis and renal disease. And for those who think the kitty looks healthy - they usually look okay. It's all inside and often not visible. Our friends' kitty could barely walk, but was still happy to have cuddles and smooches. Very, very sad and heart wrenching.
Know just how you feel. When we had to take our beloved 17 yr old puss Pye-Pye to the vet for the last time, I held him as you hold a baby - he loved to be held like that and get a tummy rub. He looked up at me and then at my husband as if to say, "It's OK." Then he looked at the vet with an "OK, I'm ready" expression and extended his paw to the vet for the injection.
We have been through this twice in our lives and it never gets easier. Our two rescue Manx cats, Mrs. Lunch and Mr.B, lived long, happy lives with us. Mrs. Lunch for 22 years and Mr. B for 19 years. But we could tell when it was "time" for each of them. The weight loss, the scrubbly fur, the diminished kidneys, the fragility.They kind of "told" us ,"it's time." We were able to sit with each, when it was time, in a quiet room at our vets, holding and cuddling each in a warm blanket, planting kisses on their wizened heads. We have 2 tiny wooden boxes with gold locks, containing their ashes. Two holes are in both our hearts. We shall never forget them. As time passed, we were able to find room in our hearts for two more rescues, along with a senior Pit rescue, and the love continues ... animals in your home equals a very happy home. <3 1934357_12...1ec8b7.jpg
This made me cry. About 5 years ago, the day I had to put my beloved cat (whom I had for 18 years/grew up with since I was six) to sleep, he was so much stronger and braver than me. During the day, before our final trip to the vet, he looked at me as if trying to say everything would be alright. No matter how well you think you prepared yourself for this sad occasion, you never are.
Careful, there is also an onion ninja hiding in the corner, looking for your eyes. ^_^
Load More Replies...When I brought my ginger cat for his last vet visit and the start of his eternal sleep he knew it was the end. He looked at me and my mother with a very concentrated look, like he tried to take a mental picture of us. Then the vet did the first shot (the one to make him sleep) and he put his head on my arm while I petted him and he purred until he fell asleep. The rest is history but let's say that he left this Earth peacefuly and I felt so relieved in the end that he got a decent nice death instead of going somewhere in the nature where he would have ended alone. He knew it was his last trip but yet he did look at us like he always did, with love, I think he knew he was terribly ill and his purrs made me wonder if maybe he wasn't grateful we didn't let him die naturaly like a vegetable. Another thing is that now I know exactly what vets do when we bring them our friends for one last shot, I know it's not violent, it's peaceful and calm.
my mother adopted my siamese cat Miss while she was pregnant with me. when i was born, Miss adopted me. she left us six months after her 20th birthday. this was about 17 years ago and she's still in our heart.
We just had a farewell evening on Saturday for my best friends' kitty who was 16 and had to be put to sleep on Sunday. She had cancer, arthritis and renal disease. And for those who think the kitty looks healthy - they usually look okay. It's all inside and often not visible. Our friends' kitty could barely walk, but was still happy to have cuddles and smooches. Very, very sad and heart wrenching.
Know just how you feel. When we had to take our beloved 17 yr old puss Pye-Pye to the vet for the last time, I held him as you hold a baby - he loved to be held like that and get a tummy rub. He looked up at me and then at my husband as if to say, "It's OK." Then he looked at the vet with an "OK, I'm ready" expression and extended his paw to the vet for the injection.
We have been through this twice in our lives and it never gets easier. Our two rescue Manx cats, Mrs. Lunch and Mr.B, lived long, happy lives with us. Mrs. Lunch for 22 years and Mr. B for 19 years. But we could tell when it was "time" for each of them. The weight loss, the scrubbly fur, the diminished kidneys, the fragility.They kind of "told" us ,"it's time." We were able to sit with each, when it was time, in a quiet room at our vets, holding and cuddling each in a warm blanket, planting kisses on their wizened heads. We have 2 tiny wooden boxes with gold locks, containing their ashes. Two holes are in both our hearts. We shall never forget them. As time passed, we were able to find room in our hearts for two more rescues, along with a senior Pit rescue, and the love continues ... animals in your home equals a very happy home. <3 1934357_12...1ec8b7.jpg
This made me cry. About 5 years ago, the day I had to put my beloved cat (whom I had for 18 years/grew up with since I was six) to sleep, he was so much stronger and braver than me. During the day, before our final trip to the vet, he looked at me as if trying to say everything would be alright. No matter how well you think you prepared yourself for this sad occasion, you never are.
Careful, there is also an onion ninja hiding in the corner, looking for your eyes. ^_^
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