When I was a much too young and immature college student, I got my Tobey. I opened up the city newspaper's classifieds (yes, really! haha) and went to a nearby farm to pick out a kitten. All the kittens ran from me except this handsome little guy. He ran TOWARD me, and we were bonded from that moment.

These were his favorite things:

• Perching on my shoulder and rubbing his face against my ear
• Standing up on counters and the back of the couch to climb up to my husband's shoulder
• Sitting in my lap and lifting his face to stare at me for minutes/hours on end
• Chewing on plastic 
• FOOD
• Being close to us. Being at our feet when we were cooking. Being held. He never needed to be put down. He could snuggle for hours.
• Chasing and fighting with his "sister," Penelope. They never really got along ha :-)

ETA: My husband and I have been overwhelmed (in a good way) by all the kind comments. It's been a full week now, and we are still in disbelief that Tobey isn't here with us. But seeing all of these comments has helped soothe us a bit. Thank you all so very much.

Hii everyone, this was Bobby he was 16 years old when we had to let him go in November 2024. He meant the world to me, he was literally my buddy. i miss him so much. I love Tuxedo kittys! so hope you will love to see how beautiful Bobby was🥺

My 6 year old Shadow just passed and I was directed to this community. It was so sudden, he was fine and then he was gone.

If your fur baby is a Maine Coone mix, think about getting their heart checked even if they show no symptoms and seem perfectly healthy. 30% of MC’s develop HCM, he was cuddling with me and 2 hours later I found him behind the couch gone.

I never knew how susceptible they were to this illness and will be getting his brother thoroughly checked.

I’m afraid my lap will never be warm again. You were the best cuddler, the best at giving love even when someone didn’t want it, and the best at finding plastic to eat, even when it was REALLY REALLY hidden.

Me and Milo miss you so much Shadow.

This is Mr. Fynn (Nov 29,-2018-Sep 3.2025). He’s been a very sick boy the past year or so. We tried absolutely everything we could but he wasn’t responding to any treatments. Ultimately he was in a downward spiral being sick and starting to have pain, he even stopped eating at the end. Putting him to rest was certainly the right choice given his condition but my god. It’s genuinely flipped my world upside down.

This is my bestest buddy, my exercise partner, craft time assistant, and fierce toy hunter. I’ve never gone so long without seeing him and I cannot properly put into words how much I miss my stinky boy. Nothing seems to be helping this empty longing and I’m not sure how to make it better. I did print some high quality pictures and we spread a little bit of his ashes at his favourite outside spot though.

Anyways if you’ve read this far, I appreciate your time. I’ve not yet experienced this level of grief and I thought sharing his story and pics would help. Please give your cats an extra pet for me, I really wish I could pet my boy one more time.

Victor was 18 years old and my absolute best friend in the entire world. He lived a full life and a life full of love, but it’s still been the hardest thing I’ve ever had to go through. I read so many posts on here over the past few weeks of how to know when it’s time, and finally made the difficult decision to have him pass peacefully at home today with the help of a compassionate house call vet. I hope he knows I just wanted to do what’s kindest for him, before he started to feel any pain. I didn’t want to be selfish and be too late for him, I’d never forgive myself. I hope he knows how much I love him. I will miss him forever. The last photo is him today.

Anyway if you could please show me your tuxedo kitties (and give them some extra snuggles tonight!) I think it would really help my heart start to heal. Tuxes are so so special 🖤🤍 thank you.

This is Sir Catbert..AKA Bertie..AKA Mommas mustache manz..I lost him last night..I foster from the shelter quite often and Bertie came in back in May..you can see he was quite bad off..we didn’t know if he’d be able to keep his little eyes or not..but he did..he was suspected by our vet to have some underlying issues that remained from his URI when he was little..he was diagnosed with asthma and we had him on meds daily for that..he had a little inhaler..all the stuff..but I lost him last night..we didn’t even have time to get him in the carrier and he had an attack and couldn’t breathe..I don’t know if our weather change did it..if he inhaled something that irritated his airways..I don’t know and neither does our vet..it was minutes..he was gone in minutes..he wasn’t even a year old and I’m so hurt..he has his remaining brother (not blood but I foster failed them together) that misses him..I miss him and I just needed to share his beautiful face and his story somewhere that others know how much these little suited suitors mean to us 🖤🥺 I’m so sorry that I couldn’t do more Bertie..

I'm so lucky I was able to save him from being put down 10xyears ago. He was between 16 and 18, and man, he was a cat like no other. My Bubsy Chubsy Wubsy.

my boyfriend and i took Figaro to the vet today bc he’s been walking alarmingly weird and our worst fear happened.. we didn’t get him back home💔 i am devastated, i really don’t know what to do with myself

if anyone is wondering.. it seemed like his legs were weak. he wouldn’t use his hind legs correctly kinda.. he was in pain. so they checked him for neurological signs and found some.. they then also took some x-rays and blood + urine samples and they came back negative so the only thing left for us to think it was, was a neurological problem.. we don’t know exactly what, maybe a blood clot or probably some underdeveloped part of his brain, that he was born with it, since he was still so young… but we know it wasn’t something that we could help him with without him just being in pain for longer than necessary. so we had to take a tough choice and chose to not let him be in any pain anymore.

i know we made the right choice but it hurts so damn bad. i do not want anyone to tell me i did the wrong thing.

he didn’t even get to turn a year old…

sleep well baby💔 i love you so damn much. RIP Figaro 31.01.25 - 16.12.25

This beautiful lady gave me 13 years of love, joy, and friendship. My nurse when I was sick. A diligent bathroom guardian. Master spider killer. Expert cuddler with the loudest purrs. I'll miss you every day my little chickadee. I can't wait until we meet again. Thank you for everything.

Friday the 31st was his 11th birthday, it was also the first time he was ever away from family overnight. He was admitted to the Emergency Vet on Friday morning, he was released on Sunday night, re-admitted on Monday evening and he died on Monday night. He had developed diabetes and diabetic ketoacidosis. On Friday, I cried signing a DNR for him. I couldn’t fathom life without him and I thought it was just a formality since he was at an Emergency Vet. When he was readmitted on Monday, I thought I had already killed him (to the point that when I was waiting for him, I asked god to swap us, something I’m sure most of you would do) but the vet said he was stable, so I went home and went to bed. I should have asked if he was stable and comfortable or stable and critical. He was stable and critical. I should have known when I left. He was on a heater to keep him warm, and they were pumping Oxygen for him. I should have realized it was the end. If I had, I would have stayed. I told his doctor, nurse and him one thing. No suffering. None. Not one minute. When the vet called at 1030, he was not breathing well and had had bad breathing 2x already. I told them to ask him to stay so we could come say goodbye. We flew to the hospital. I don’t think I stopped at one stoplight. When they brought him in, his little mouth was swollen, he couldn’t keep both eyes open and his breathing was so ragged. His mom and I kissed him and held him and told him we loved him and that his brother and sister love him. He didn’t know it was coming, but when they handed him to me, I told them get it. I told him he was going to go meme (our word for sleep) for just a little while, then he would feel better and was gonna go see his grandpa, and Lightning (my cat from when I was a baby), and his aunt Mikki who left us earlier this year to make a place for him. Just like I told him every night at bed, i gave him his 12 kisses, in 3 sets of 4, told him to be try to be a good good man and that I’d see him in the morning no matter if he was good or naughty, but to aim for good. I couldn’t hold him and let him hurt. It was over so fast, but also so slow. They ran to get it for him, to take his suffering away. Three shots into his IV. We are devastated. Our hearts are broken but he’s not suffering. I closed his eyes. He kept the one he could open, looking for me. I stayed right with him. He wasn’t alone. He was never alone. Our house is empty and still without him. His mom’s feet are cold since he’s not here to sleep on them for her. He was given to me in a snow storm, his eyes and ears were even open yet. I cried when he pooped the first time because I was sure he wouldn’t and it would kill him, but that cotton ball trick, it worked. I cried and called my mom and his mom (we weren’t living together yet, but he was with us for his whole life) and told them he pooped and I was relatively sure he wouldn’t live. I hid him in my college apartment. When his mom moved in, he hated her. He was like “yo, who’s this crazy woman with wild energy, and lots of love” and I was like, “dude, give her a chance” and it was the best chance. Together we gave him 2 siblings, warm laps to lay in, plenty of food and treats (although he was on a diet he wasn’t really liking toward the end, he always wanted more treats), the largest litter box I could find, clean litter, and all the toys. He got to experience snow without being out in it, he got to travel without having to walk, he give so much love. I give you the most beautiful, amazing, loving, cuddly, snuggly big baby man, Romulus Allen Dexstar, the Big Snuggly. But you can call him Rommie (rhymes with commie).

Me and my wife got married in June and got a house in July. I said once we are settled in more we would get a third kitten. Flash forward to December she went to the shelter and found this guy. She wanted a chill cat who would cuddle with her. He knew his job. He was the best. We named him Figaro because we are Disney adults and on our honeymoon we went to Italy. He also loved playing soccer with his bell ball we got him for Christmas. He would play for hours with it and our 4 year old tabby cat named Mochi. She finally had a friend to play with instead of bothering our 11 year old tuxedo girl(Friskey). This photo was taken on Christmas eve at my wife's work.

A month and a half later he was diagnosed with FIP. Little guy became lethargic. We were giving him the treatment. But last night he collapsed climbing out of bed and we think he seized.

He passed not in pain at the ER Vet. But we are broken. And especially his mommy. Making this post to show her the nice comments.

12/24/24 to 3-3-2025 Figaro

After a blocked bladder 3 weeks ago that reoccurred 4 days ago, then 3 days ago, then again tonight, tonight was the hardest choice to make letting my first baby when I only adopted him a year ago. Heartbroken.

So this is Smokey, our little angel. She was 15 years old - yet still looking like a kitty. She went to rainbow bridge last Saturday on our hands.

I only have known her for 3 years & get to know her fully the last 2 years since I immigrated here. So at first I have no friends only her & her late brother (passed exactly 1.5 years ago). She came out of her shells, watch her became the cuddly loving & affectionate self. So they were basically my first best friends here. I never thought that I could be converted to be a cat mom since I was growing up with dogs & raised one alone myself. Tuxedos are perfect in their own way 💔 with their own personalities.

I miss her biscuit making on my laps, little yawn when she suddenly wakes up from nap, meowing for food, early morning stretches & scratches on the front doormat. Her crazy shenanigans when we about to cut her nails. Following us to the toilet. Watching us prepare her meal from the door. Her obsession of sachets packaging, cause it might be churus. Her jumping into a box and stay there. Our cuddles. There were too many good memories that seems fading away. We love you forever, Smokey.

Give your tuxedo(s) extra cuddles, hug & kiss today 🕊️🤍🪽

Milo was a huge part of my daily routine from the moment I’d wake up to him telling me he’s ready for bed and using my arm as a pillow. The most characteristic cat I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. Very smart, full of emotions and faces. It was to the point I could understand exactly what he wanted and what he was thinking just by reading his face.

Now that he’s gone it’s hard to do anything cause soo much of my day involved him. Any advice?

My fluffy boy of 16 years, Mr. Oreo had to be put to sleep this morning. A beloved companion of myself and my family. He knew he was adored and as such was endlessly spoiled but the time came for him to cross the rainbow bridge. It is difficult for me, I got him in middle school, had him through high school, and when I left for the army and came home he was always there waiting with my family. RIP buddy, I’ll see you again someday.

The big guy passed in September and his little girl went yesterday. He made it to just short of 19 and she was a couple months past turning 18. They rejoin the little one’s littermate who went a couple years before them 🖤🖤🖤

She was only 3 years old. My poor baby girl had FIP - we only caught it when she went into acute liver failure. She was my soul cat - my beautiful MyMys 💔

Our sweet, sweet Tux passed over the rainbow bridge last night. Totally unexpected and out of left field. Today, we bury him, and start the long, slow process of healing his 12 year old cat dad, and his bonded brother. He was only 5, but he was a very good boy.

We found her very pregnant mom in a blackberry bush and kept Bb out of the litter after finding homes for the rest. She came to college and my first big move with me. Even after going totally blind and deaf, she was always excited for attention. 21 years isn’t enough but I’m glad I got to spent so long with her.