RIP Tucker. I'm sorry for your loss. I'm a cat-lover myself, grew up with cats most of my life, so know what its like to lose one. At least you were there with him in his last moments.

Tucker was the third kitty we've had to put to sleep. I wasn't at home for the first one, but I was able to say goodbye to her that morning. The second one, I knew I wouldn't be able to handle it, so both my mother and I were out of the room when she was put to sleep. But I made a promise to my daughter that I would be there with Tucker during his final moments. Our second kitty was the youngest we've had to put to sleep, and she was 14.

I know all too well the loss of a cat, Im so sorry hun! Just remember all the times he sat next to you and just purred. I'm sure you gave him an amazing home and had great years with him! RIP Tucker.

More often than not, he hissed at me. He associated me with my daughter, and he had a long memory - she used to pull his tail as a baby, and he never forgave her that. At least until the end. That was when he finally forgave her and let her love on him. But he was my baby the first two months we had him. I fed him, cleaned his litter box. The whole nine yards. When I moved out, my father took over that job and all Tucker's affections went to my dad. And when my dad passed away, he switched his affections to my mother.

Oh I'm so sorry for so much passing. I'm glad he forgave your daughter and got to love on yall before he passed. I had personally nursed a kitten myself at once point, and she had become my baby. I went through 3 different miscarriages before I was pregnant with our daughter, and the kitten went through an odd depression... to the point where she didn't eat at all. They tested her and couldnt find anything wrong but she was dying. I forced formula into her everyday, and one day we came home and she hadn't been able to detract her claws and got stuck on the chair, where she pulled her arms out of socket. We were sooo upset but knew at this point she was just suffering. So we had to bring her in and put her down. She hadn't made it but barely 9 months old. I was bawling cause I had just went through the death of babies inside of me and now my "baby" in real life. But since then we have had 3 cats now. All perfectly healthy and none show the signs she did. I don't know what happened but it hurt bad to lose her. So I def know that saddening feeling of helping them by taking away her pain but also hurting because you know its their last breath.

T^T Poor kitty.

This is why I haven't been texting, baby. Been heartbroken over his loss. It was an emotional roller coaster with him since Friday.

I figured as much, after what you told me the other day. :(

Still sorry the poor fella passed.

And in the end, he helped other homeless kitties. His litter (a bag and a box) and the rest of his special kidney diet food went to the St Francis Society, which helps place homeless kitties in forever homes.