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seananmcguire · 2 months
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I know I periodically ask people to look at Alice, but I would like to explain why.
That, above, is Alice when she was just ten days old. It was December 2008, and I had gone to Seattle to prepare to die. I was tired, I was dealing with a massive disruption in my social circle, and I was done. So I went to see friends, and to say my goodbyes before I went home and politely made my exit. I had a fully articulated plan, and no desire to tell people about it, which is not a good place to be.
Then we went to visit Betsy, who had recently ushered a litter of kittens into the world. And she put this little blue tabby potato in my hand and said "That's the girl."
And just like that, I decided to live. "Do you take checks?" I replied, and Alice entered my life.
(That makes it sound much easier than it was. Betsy was intending to keep Alice, who was without flaw by Maine Coon breed standards. Seriously, she was the kind of cat breeders work to produce for their entire careers. I spent two months wearing Betsy down before she agreed to let me have her.)
Alice was my first Maine Coon. Alice was my heart and soul somehow walking around outside of my body. She was without flaw. She was everything I wanted in this world, and she loved me as much as I loved her, and I would happily trade a year of my life for another hour with her in my arms.
In 2017, I went to Australia as a convention guest, and when I came home, Alice wasn't right. She was always food-motivated, and she was refusing to eat. I made a vet appointment immediately, and we started the necessary tests to find out what was wrong. Roughly a month later, while I was at another convention, my vet called me.
"I am so so sorry," she said, and the world ended.
Alice had large-cell feline lymphoma. It wasn't a surgically treatable cancer; we were going to have to go through chemo, and hope. So we did. And we did everything it was possible to do. Thanks to my Patreon, there was never a point where I had to decline treatment due to money, and I know what an incredible gift that was. Bit by bit, she faded, but she was still my Alice, and we were still fighting.
Then, on February 13th, 2018, I woke up and she was stretched out along my side from hip to knee, making the worst sound I have ever heard every time she took a breath. I didn't want to let her go. I could no longer make her stay. We left for the vet immediately, and my oncologist agreed that she was done; she was ready to go, and the last gift she gave me was staying by my side, not running and hiding like most cats would.
I held her. I sang "Beautiful Beast" for her. And she went ahead of me to the clearing at the end of the path, to the place she stopped me from going.
I miss her more than I knew I could miss anything in this world. She was my best friend and my favorite thing, and my mother told people I'd lost a child to explain why I would just wander around, dead-eyed and sobbing. Alice saved me when I didn't think it was possible, and I'm grateful; I have no such plans at this point.
But fuck my poor, broken heart, I just want her to come home. And in the absence of that as an option, I want everyone to look at Alice.
Please look at my poor girl.
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cricketclan · 2 months
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sooo many sillys... but moon 48 :( also Fennelpaw found the poppy growing in the snow and decided to wear it, i like to think it was something he found on his first walk through the territory
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hellenhighwater · 10 months
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I was gone for a few hours this afternoon and when I came home, Nobby was on his side and breathing hard. I kept him warm, and held him, but he passed in a matter of minutes. His chances of making it to adulthood were slim, and unfortunately he didn't beat those odds. Kittens are fragile things.
Nobby's life was short, but I think it was happy. His mom took care of him as best she could, and he played with his siblings often. When he passed, he was safe, and warm, and not alone.
If there is some afterlife for the small souls, then I hope the Terror of the Underbrush awaits him there, in the soft and quiet dark.
GNU Nobby the kitten.
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geopsych · 10 months
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Interrupting Bridget content for a moment in order to remember the original cat of this blog, Utley. He died a year ago today. He was an eccentric personality, big and smart and strong. He had the loudest cry of any cat I’ve ever met. And he was a wonderful (if a bit weird) friend and companion. I’m grateful for the memory of his time with me.
<3 Utley!
Okay I actually meant to post this on the cat blog but whatever
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psychoticallytrans · 9 months
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Oh fuck it all, I'm asking for help.
There is a cat I dearly love, but cannot live with because of the apartment complex's policies. He currently lives with the rest of my immediate family, a pretty long journey from where I am.
I was there when we picked him up from the shelter. I have cried into this cat's fur so many times. If I could bring him here, he would be my cat. He loves me more than any other person in the world, and I love him so, so much in return.
He is dying. He has kidney failure, and we can't pay for a new one or dialysis. He won't eat, and he's lost half his weight. He is projected to die within a week. He isn't showing any signs of pain or suffering, so we aren't going to put him down until he does.
I want to go and stay with him until he dies, because I am his favorite person and it would comfort him. I cannot do this because I would lose too much money to afford my expenses- I can't do my job from that location. I can afford two days. I have some chicken bones boiling on the stove to try to get some calories into him, and I'm buying some chicken livers later to see if that entices him to eat something. He is going to die, but he is going to die as comfortable as we can make him.
Here's the part where you can help: I work on a gig basis. This is terrible for my financial stability, but great for flexibility. I need roughly 50$ a day to survive, bare minimum. If we can cover the cost of the missed gigs, I can cancel them, and I can try to stay with this cat until he passes. That is a maximum of 250$, since I can pay up for two of the days out of my savings. Any excess funds will go towards cremation costs.
If all of you can pull together enough for even one day, 50$ to spend one more day with this cat before he passes, I would be everlastingly grateful.
If you can't donate, or want to save your money for something else, then please know that I understand. I know this isn't the most urgent or essential post on this site. I just have to try.
Cat tax, from before he was sick:
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Cashapp: $psychoticallytrans
Venmo: @psychoticallytransgender
170/250$ (The first 20 is due to a friend. Thank you.) Last edited 2:20 AM EST 8/11 Three days covered.
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clusterfoxx-art · 6 months
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there's something poetic about being the first to pick you up and last to put you down
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fleetclan · 12 days
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kalopseance · 2 months
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today (15th march 2024) we had to put our cat down. she lived a good long life. i was with her til the end holding her paw.
when it comes to death, id never really experienced the loss of a loved one until a few months back when my grandma died. i shed alot more tears for my cat today than i shed for her. i've had this cat with me for most of my life. every time i feel like im a bit composed i start crying again. even though id never experienced loss really until very recently, death has been a subject that fascinates me. i projected alot of my feelings onto the character here, mendacium. my grim reaper oc who cherishes love. ive joked before that mendacium has almost evolved past being an oc and ive said like...im not religious or spiritual. but if there is any kind of entity that controls death? im more likely to believe in the existence of mendacium than any actual religious figure. (....that's a joke...mostly...)
so the thought of him around to take care of my kitty now that shes gone helps comfort me.
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rest easy kitty ❤️ you were loved.
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violetkatart · 1 year
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Long time, no art! I recently got into Clangen and have been having lots of fun with it! Here's some of BumbleClan :3
these drawings are from 6 moons in, but i'm currently 20 moons in and make text/screenshot-based update posts over on my main blog @/violetkatgrove under the tag "BumbleClan Adventures!"
–DONT use/repost my art without permission–
if you like my art, please consider supporting me by checking out the “support me” button on my blog!
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sandersstudies · 2 years
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Idk how he did it but my husband has accumulated some of the least toxic-masculine men in his friend group. Last night they were playing video games when one friend stepped out to check on his cat who was making noise, and came back an hour later and said that the cat had passed away — cried in the chat and spent time with his friends, who were all also devastated (cat was 21 and had terminal cancer, so not unexpected but still very sad).
And Wednesday is usually my husband and I’s date day, but my husband apologized and said he couldn’t today — his friends are all spending time with this grieving friend instead. And I’m just glad to know my husband and his friends have a safe space to cry and grieve and be honest together. I’ve been shocked at the number of men I meet who aren’t honest with their friends like that
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yourmoonmomma · 3 months
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TW CAT/PET DEATH
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Sitting alone with my inlaw’s cat, as she dies, waiting to take her to the vet to be put down (if she holds on until the appointment). Might not be very active on here for a bit 😅 I’m sorry everyone ❤️❤️
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nettleclan-clangen · 5 months
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[ MOON 9 ]
[ - Firestripe is has died ] [ - Medowshade is pregnant ]
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cricketclan · 2 months
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Moon 44 :D Moon 45 D:
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xysidhequeen · 5 months
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Today I lost a dear member of my family, Rune. Rune was rushed to a vet today. Shortly after reaching the vet she had a seizure and her heart stopped, and could not be restarted.
Rune was 6 years old. My husband found her while working at Walmart. She was hiding under a pallet. He carefully coaxed her out and then kept her in the manager office in a box(with food and water!), which she broke out of. He then took her home in another box, which she broke out of again. We welcomed Rune happily into our lives and hearts. When we first got her we couldn't even tell her gender, so we decided on the name Rune. (She was obviously, now, a girl. She just had too much fluff)
Rune was a menace to society, my mental health and most especially our other cats. She loved to bully them if given a chance, and she'd scream for food if you stepped a single foot in the kitchen. She was the least graceful cat I've ever met in my life, and had maybe one singular braincell.
But she also loved being brushed so much she'd drool, loved feet, and would let you pick her up whenever you wanted and immediately begin purring. She didn't care if you cried in her fur, and would just keep purring and letting you cuddle her until you were done. She loved to cuddle, and would always find her way into someone's lap. She liked to cuddle with my friend Mavis when they went to bed, and watch videos with them. Even if you upset Rune, she'd never hurt you, her bites were the gentlest things I'd ever felt. Rune couldn't stand to hurt anyone, and even when she was at the vet, sick and probably in pain I'll never know, she never once tried to bite any of the vets or techs.
Rune had so much love to give(as long as you were human) and she would accept all of it back. She was a sweet thing, and I loved her so so very much. I watched her grow up, and she purred me through many a mental breakdown.
I have so many videos and photos of her, from every stage of her life. And the fact that I will never have any new videos of her antics, of her sweetness, has killed something inside of me. I'd trade so much to just get one last chance to cuddle her and hear her purr for me.
I wanted to share this, because Rune was my darling and I want everyone who possibly can to see her, and to know her and to mourn that she's gone now. She deserves to be loved, because that's all she ever wanted. There was no such thing as too much love to her.
So please, send her your love. She deserves all of it, even if she's no longer around to enjoy it.
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catfindr · 1 year
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This is my sweet baby boy Maxwell
In 2020 Maxwell was diagnosed with bone cancer, and as a result had to get his leg amputated. He lived a happy and healthy life hopping around on 3 legs, enjoying the sunshine and lots of treats for the next 3 years.
Just this last Monday, we were informed that Maxwell's cancer relapsed. Maxwell will continue to be loved well after he passes, and there will never be another cat as special to me as him. I want to share Maxwell's story so that people from all around the world can love and remember him, just as I will, always and forever.
~So long and goodnight~
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muttculture · 7 months
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Thank you for everyone who donated.
If you can help with my cats veterinary emergency I'd be grateful for your time.
$0/300
Cremation charges
CA- $muttculture
PP- @muttculture
More info under the cut here/ Update under the cut
My cat Blaire has not eaten for a few days and has gotten very thin. He's taken all the medicine that he was given and isn't getting better after his urinary blockage treatment earlier this month.
I've attempted to reach out to the vet that cared for him several times and they won't answer any of our questions.
I've reached out to a new vet who will be willing to take a walk in analyzing his QOL and the outcome will probably be immediate inpatient care or euthanasia.
I'm trying to afford insurance for him, and what may happen if insurance does not cover him due to his pre-existing conditions.
I would appreciate any help and boosting possible as this is an emergency situation. Thank you all for listening again
Update:
We are waiting for him to pass as we speak, he's gotten so weak he cannot stand, eat, or drink on his own. We're trying to make him as comfortable as possible in his time of passing.
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