I’m heartbroken. We found out he was FIV positive shortly after we got him, but that doesn’t make the loss any easier. He was only 1.5 years old. Hold your cats close for me tonight.

Edit: I fell asleep, so I’m sorry that I didn’t respond to everyone. I’m very thankful to everyone for the kind words and support.

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    I lost my 20-year-old best girl in October and still feel the hole in my heart so strongly, even though I adopted a sweet new kitty two months ago.

    As someone else here on Lemmy said to me: may his sunspot never move and may he rest in play. <3

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      I’m happy for you two and the time you had.

      Next year it will be 20 years since I lost my best boyo, but he is still in my daily thoughts, in the weight-memory on my lap & chest, and he visits me in my dreams from time to time.

      His face is the only face I can actually ever recall at will.

      The inevitably failing memory over time is … there, eventually it will win.

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      I lost my 19 yo 10 months ago. I think about him every day. I’m still heart broken.

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        I tell everyone that it’s both, “I had her for TWENTY years!” with excitement and joy for how long I had her in my life, and how lucky I was to have her such a long time. AND, “I had her for twenty years,” so I don’t even remember who I was before her; she was so much of my life and it is so much harder to live without her now.

        I’m sorry you’re also dealing with this kind of pain. It sucks. <3

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          Ditto!! <3 He was my best friend. He was so special. He tried telling us of our miscarriage before we knew. He knew when his adopted brother was going to die. He got me through a lot of past trauma. He was invincible; it was his name (Muteki, invincible in Japanese). But he couldn’t beat his failing kidneys. We buried him in our back yard. I still bring him pistachios to play with; they were his absolute favorite “toy”.

          Thank you for responding and may the memories of yours live forever.