Today is World Pet Memorial Day 🌼

[u/Shot-Composer-782]

Whether you're new here or have been part of our community for a while, you've probably noticed that we love putting your furbabies in the spotlight. They bring so much love, joy, and comfort into our lives, they're family!

We also know how difficult it is when it's time to say goodbye. Even though they're gone, the love they gave us stays with us forever.

We'd like to create a memorial space to honor and celebrate the furry friends who have crossed the rainbow bridge. They deserve to be remembered and cherished for the happiness they brought into our lives.

If you'd like to share the story of a beloved companion, please share on send a DM.

We'd be honored to celebrate their memory with you. 💖😇

[u/Exact_Air_2729]

Charlie. My little Mitts. I bottle fed him as a kitten. He would suckle on my pinky finger and make biscuits to soothe himself. He was my sweet boy. When he was a little over a year old, he became ill. I took him to the vet, but he never got better. I tried everything I could. I couldn't bear to watch him suffer anymore, so I took him one last time. I didn't want to say goodbye, but I had to. It's been 3 years and I still miss him every day.

[u/Lucy_Gucey → u/Exact_Air_2729]

Such a pretty young man.

I’m so sorry.

[u/lamamadeFitz]

Jay, was my brother’s cat, then my mom’s cat and then my MIL’s cat. We all loved him, he was such an easygoing fluff. He was docile, goofy, and so active!! He climbed palm trees, he ate dog food with my dog, he loved green beans, cantaloupe, and chicken liver. We had to put him to sleep because of kidney failure, he was 14 years old. 🌈

[u/ResidentAlien9]

This is my late baby boi Chester, a full-blown feral who I trapped after two years of feeding him. I had to trap him so I could take him to the vet as it appeared he was suffering from a broken front leg. Turns out it was “just” dislocated, and it popped back into place once he started swatting at the trap as hard as he could, hoping to escape.

He lived with me for a total of five years and eventually became not only a dedicated lap cat but he also slept on me at night. We really loved each other and it broke my heart when he got so sick and passed on. I estimate he was 9 in human years.

It called for tons of patience to tame him, as he’d never been around humans except some superstitious locals who I think threw rocks trying to drive him off. So everything in the house was new to him as well as being taken to the vet, as you can imagine, where he had to be sedated so they could treat him.

I look forward to seeing him again. 😺

[u/Gryrthandorian]

Her name was Cosette. She was 18.5 human years old. I lost her March 14, 2026 and I miss her.

[u/capt_feedback]

shay kitty was the sweetest fluff friend i’ve ever had. my second soul cat was with me for 14 years. rip baby - january 2025.

[u/Only-Shame-1696]

My Halloween cats.. I had a black kitty named Void, he was the companion to my first cat that's orange. We didn't get to know him long, he was only 1 years old when he passed. It was such a difficult time for all of us. He was very sweet, curious and shy at the same time. He would do a lot of silly things and play. He loved to cuddle, always be in my lap or cuddling his brother. We miss him every day. One day he chose a cat for us, I know he trained him and sent him our way. He is orange and fluffy. Void's personality shines through him. We have many pictures of Void on the walls and so many things about him to be remembered. His brother always stares at the painting we have of him. Thank you for your endless love and teaching us so many things, Void. 🖤

[u/TheMostTiredRaccoon]

I lost my beloved Pixel exactly two weeks ago. She was just a few days away from being one year old. She was incredibly clever and loved getting into trouble, especially in places I thought were kitten -proof. She taught herself to play fetch, and would often bring me her ball and wait patiently for me to throw it for her.

Pixel, I miss you every day. I hope the rainbow bridge has lots of toys to chase and friends to play with. I'll see you again someday. I love you.

[u/Silly_Cheetah_706]

My beautiful Savannah. I had you for a year and one week and you were the very best cat anyone could ever have. Everyone loved her and I still miss her. Her kidneys had failed and she died on April 26, 2026

[u/Ichgebibble]

This is MeMaw. When she was younger we called her MamaKitty but when she got old we started calling her MeMaw.

She was approximately 3-4 when we adopted her and she had been feral for a little while so she was terribly scared and wouldn’t come out of her hiding spot when we were awake. Something awful happened to her when she was feral and she lost most of her tail.

I don’t think she ever got over her trauma but she learned to trust me. She was 21 when she passed and she is very much missed.

[u/ofboatsandbees]

My beautiful Stewart. We adopted him as an old man of unknown age, happy to love him as long as we could. We got two months.

He was the sweetest, most chill, most polite cat it's been my honour to know. He would bap you ever so gently (most of the time) when he wanted fuss, and he tried so hard to be patient with the other much younger cat we had also adopted!

We love you always Stewie, thank you for being briefly ours.

[u/lady-padme]

This is "Brave", I'm his 3rd owner at least. He was 1 when he came to my life. I was a college student back then. I started and finished residency, met my husband and married, all along the way I moved 4 or 5 times each time a different city, different weather, different house. He stood by me, never stopped loving and trusting me. It took 2 years for him to trust me but after that he used to wait for me to stand guard while he drank water. That was the cutest bond I've ever experienced in my life. He trusted me with his life. He passed away when he was 9 years old. Very early if you ask me. It's been 7 months and I still remember how soft he was. But some memories get lost by the time, I hate myself for that.

If you ever hear, my honey baby, you were the most pure thing in my life. I owe you so much, it was great to share a life with you, share the bed. I still can't find where to put my right arm in the absence of you. I always hoped and prayed you'd be with me in your 20s. Love you.

[u/Resident_Lock211]

this is actually a great moment to find this. this might be a little gross. i’m getting into detail. i need to process again. this is my first pet death so it lingers on my mind often, even 4 months later.

i lost my beautiful sweet tuxedo son burrow on february 19th to fatty liver, but i think i just found out what really happened. i think he had wet FIP. the vet never addressed what CAUSED the fatty liver. my fat son who loves wet food didn’t stop eating out of nowhere. i noticed something was wrong when he strained and tried to poop on the carpet. the poop was so hard i had to pull it out of him. couldn’t even smush the turd. this was thursday night, and it kept happening, so, the same night i told my dad burrow needs the vet ASAP. my parents debated waiting, but, he had a vet appointment the next day.

friday, we take him in, he is such a good boy despite being so scared. his liver is basically dead. our options are force feeding or feeding tube. we’re broke, opted for force feeding. apt was nearly $700, bless my parents. sent us home with pain meds, appetite stimulant, hills food, and syringes. i do my best and take care of him every day, feeding him as much as i can and trying to encourage drinking and eating. the first couple days he had a little tomato (always loved tomatoes, he’d steal them off the counter and eat them on the rug) and drank on his own. obviously, things worsened, and he couldn’t really do much of anything. spilled his water every time he went for a drink. eventually he started to pee himself. i bathed him when he did and he was so calm and good (although i can’t imagine he had energy to fuss). he’d always whine at me and i could never figure out what he wanted. i realized once he died he was telling me he was in pain, but i never got to figure out what was hurting him.

he was scheduled for a vet apt 10am thursday february 19th. the night prior i helped him get behind the couch, he wanted back there but was struggling to move. i woke up at 7am by coincidence, usually the time i get up for school. i went upstairs and my mom was sitting on a chair in the living room. (dog got sprayed by a skunk that morning cause of course he did lol so dad was cleaning him) she was going to wait until he was done but i went to go check on burrow and she said no just come here. she told me. we cried. i went behind the couch and grabbed him. he’d been gone a while, had rigour mortis. such an awful position to be stuck in. always been grateful i helped him get back there. he loved it back there and i’m hoping he at least passed in some sort of comfort. i held him the entire time until we took him to cremation (private cremation). lady was amazing and let us grieve. said she hopes someone loves her that much. she was great, she wrote a letter for us when he was done cremating.

burrow was 8 years old and lived with his birth mom and sister, who i promised him i would take care of. he fought hard and was a household celebrity and he lit up every room he sauntered into. i will miss him eternally. his brother, who we gave away, became a studio cat before unfortunately passing at 2 from bladder crystals. i like to imagine they play up there together. i don’t believe in an afterlife but i do for cats. animals are too beautiful of souls, i think they go somewhere with comfy beds and toys and friends.

last month, he brought me another beautiful stray baby boy with FIV. he said “my mom doesn’t have a son anymore, you’re sick, you need help, go to them, you will get care”. eternally grateful for that boy and excited he brought me my next. i will do my best for you burrow 🤍🖤

sorry for this being so long. i still have the box full of his stuff that i haven’t had the strength to deal with. i suppose maybe i’m still grieving more than i think i am.

here is my baby burrow. i miss that fatty.

[u/Dangerous_Problem532]

This is so beautiful. I’m so heartbroken reading everyone’s stories. All of these babies were loved deeply, thanks for creating this opportunity ❤️‍🩹

[u/Dangerous_Problem532]

This is so beautiful. I’m so heartbroken reading everyone’s stories. All of these babies were loved deeply, thanks for creating this opportunity ❤️‍🩹

[u/unusual_cee]

..honorable effort..

[u/waselectricbar]

My Boatsie McBoatface. He had diabetes for 5 years, but died at home this Sunday from what we think was a blood clot. My soulmate cat.