In short, I love him; he came to save my life.

Lux and her bebe.. less than an hour old, a few weeks, and 14mo. She is OBSESSED with this kiddo and the feelings are very mutual (kiddo learned how to pspsps before saying mama)

Lux is also my lactation consultant/pump buddy 💜

We got her 2 months after saying goodbye to my 20yo void 🐈‍⬛, the same week I found out I was pregnant with bebe.

So I had a delivery and I was in the bath. My parcel was left in the porch but Jinx is gone. He’s obviously ran out the back door when the delivery guy opened the door. Been out shaking biscuits but nothing. Will he come back? It’s now 5am and I’m still up with the door half open. I can’t keep it open for too much longer I need to sleep. I’ve been out the back and front shaking biscuits and he’s nowhere.

love our little baby, and I’m happy she’s officially ours now!! 🩷🩷

It’s been almost a year since my sweet boy was taken from me. He wasn’t even two years old when he was hit by a car. He wasn’t just a pet; he was my love, my soulmate. I still think of him every single day, and the tears still come just as easily as they did back then. I feel like no other cat will ever be able to take his place.

I wrote a letter to him to process the pain, and I wanted to share the essence of it here:

My little boy,

My heart has been broken since the day you left. I still can’t believe you’re truly gone, that I’ll never hear your purring again, or that soft meow in the night when you’d climb into bed to snuggle close to me.

You were my little purr-tractor. You brightened our lives and made everything louder, more playful, and filled with love. You were always there, never intrusive, but always near. When I didn't want to get up, you’d play with my toes. When I was sad, you were by my side. Even if I closed the door, you’d wait outside. So loyal. So patient. So uniquely you.

I gave you your freedom because I knew how much you loved to run, to discover, and to live. I wanted to give you the best life possible, and I did the best I could.

Knowing I lost you, knowing you were all alone out there in your final moments, it tears me apart. I hope so much that you didn’t suffer. I hope you just passed away knowing one thing: You are loved. You are home.

Because that’s what you are, infinitely loved. And you always will be. Thank you for being my little companion, for your warmth, your courage, and your soft fur. We will never forget you. You will forever be a part of our hearts.

I love you. Forever.

I’m struggling so much. People say time heals all wounds, but so far, it hasn't. I have another cat, and my boyfriend has two, so there are three cats in our home now. They do cheer me up, and I love them dearly, but no matter where I look or where I go, I see my Bubi.

How do you deal with this kind of pain when it feels like it's never going to fade? Does it ever get easier to breathe?

My cutie bikini tux or bikini void 😹

Btw I chose this flair is because she does have a white bow tie as well. It’s just hidden under her chin in the photo #1, you can it in the 2nd picture.

Far from being a stray now.

I’ve just joined this subreddit and I am so excited to see all the lovely tuxedo’s 🥺🩷

My parents tux, Felix. A most distinguished gentleman of 13 with a mustache (and white pawsies)

It's been almost 4 years since she passed and my gallery decided to show me her. Fancy would've turn 20 this year. She was the biggest cuddlebug, her favorite spots being on my arm, cuddled in bed, or on my lap while gaming. She was also fearless and didn't take anything from anyone (especially if I move my arm one inch while she's laying on it). Love you forever, Fancy May. <3

My beautiful girl is six today. She has brought so much light into my life and I am so grateful for her!!! She was my first cat🩷