r/RainbowBridgeBabies

I was 30 weeks pregnant when I had to suddenly put down my Sophie. I still cry and I don’t know how I’m going to go the rest of my life without her. I was overseas for 2 years before she passed because of the military. When I came back, I bought a home and she was only with me for 6 months. I feel really guilty I left her behind with my parents but I knew it was best for her. She stopped eating suddenly and I couldn’t get her to eat. The vet said it could be lymphoma or a gi issue. I decided to end her suffering rather than put her through getting a feeding tube. I feel guilty because maybe she would have gotten better. She was 14 when she passed and I always thought she was younger due to the shelter paperwork but when we looked at her original records she was older. I thought she would live til like 20 years old like my childhood cat. I went to the vets all the time, gave her all the specialized food and medicine and it wasn’t enough. I feel bad because I feel 14 is young for a cat to pass away. Funny story when I first adopted her I had to wear earplugs because her meows were so loud I couldn’t sleep. Now I have my newborn on my chest typing this but I’m sad Sophie never got to meet him. And now she is in a box in my bedroom. It is hard to understand.

I lost my soul baby Scruffles on Sunday. She was only 11, she should’ve had many years left.

She had been battling a rare condition called Idiopathic Chylothorax for the past month and she even had a consultation scheduled for this past Monday with Texas A&M veterinary clinic in college station. I was so hopeful that she could recover, but Saturday night she took a turn for the worse and started having trouble breathing.

We rushed her to the ER vet last night and although they kept her hospitalized over night, they said that her breathing hadn’t improved and they were unable to drain the fluid from her chest.

We made the incredibly difficult decision to put her down and end her suffering. It was one of the hardest decisions of my life, but I knew it was the right thing to do.

I do take solace in the fact that her videos on TikTok have reached hundreds of thousands of people and I have brought more awareness to the disease that so cruelly took my baby from me.

This grieving journey is already hard and it’s been less than a week. I have to completely reshape my world without my baby in it. Any advice on how to navigate this would be greatly appreciated.

Rio lost her battle with cancer this morning. I do not have adequate words to describe how absolutely shattered I am. She fought this for three months and even though she was incredibly anemic and exhausted she was still jumping up on the porch swing for a sit a few days ago. She looked at us while she went to sleep, my little girl with a giant heart and spirit. Until we meet again my Baba, I will miss you forever. I love you.

My brother found him as a very small kitten on august 2011, when we took him to the vet he determined that he was at most 1 week old. He was abandoned by a heartless person, left to die all alone. But my brother found him and we took him in. I was only 7 when this happened.

He was a very beuatiful cat and a cuddle bug, sadly he loved to eat and at that time no one in the family knew anything about cat obesity, and he ended up extremley fat and with diabetes. We got him to a healthy weight, and 2 years after his diagnosis he recovered! Sadly his diabetes was difficult to control at first and he ended up with neuropathy, he recovered the functionality of his back legs but lost most of the muscle, and he ended up with arthritis on his back legs and column. But he still loved being with us and play and food.

When he was 11 y/o he got an abcess and as a result lost almost half of his face, he was lucky to preserve both eyes. Still, his skin grew and hair gre back!

In 2024, his diabetes came back. This time it was better controlled, but he had lost a lot of weight at this point. His diabetes got more and more difficult to control, his arthritis got worse, and his mind stated to decline. During this time he had annual check ups with bloodworks, in 2025 it came back as normal. But then in october he stated to have diarrhea and constipation episodes, and his BG was impossible to control. It was slow, at first it only happened one day, then a few more in november, but then in christmas he had a really bad week. So I took him to the vet. Low temperature, his heart wasn't right and advanced kidney failure. My mother and I took him home for the weekend, gave him a good last few days where he ate his gabourite food and got all the pets and sunbathed. Tbh, the only difference was that he got to eat whatever he wanted. Then we had to let him go on monday 12 January, 2026, at 2 pm.

Once upon a time, I had three dogs, a cat, and a horse. Star is gone. We lost Killian to aggressive sarcoma last year. Two weeks ago we lost Jasmine, old age is a mean b——,today we laid Slobbert to rest. I’m so sad all my friends are gone.

This is my beautiful girl Kaya, who passed at only 3 years old.
She meant everything to me. A very sassy, smart, confident, brave and pretty girl!
I miss her every second of the day! 🥺🩷

one of my best friends commissioned her friend from college to paint this portrait of our boy after we lost him. 🥲 he doesn’t have a reddit but thought i’d still share here as it’s one of the most thoughtful gifts i’ve ever received. thank you to all the artists on this page 💞