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…
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Share on FacebookWhen 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.
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.
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