Have a newly turned 18 spry boy. recently had all back teeth removed, and diagnosed with loosing his eyesight, and arthritis. He's been on a rabbit formula(prescribed then switched to Instinct for convenience) but wanting to switch to limited ingredient as organic as possible wet preferred food. Open farm and Ziwi i see alot but ppl hate on open farm and the other is outrageously expensive. any suggestions out there?

im all about optimal diet to let "food be thy medicine" i have him on supps for joints, and know omega and taurine, he gets wild salmon salmon treats and pasture egg/yolks as well

feat. her absolutely diabolical resting-bitch-face

this isn’t a new occurrence, as far as i remember she’s always been very talkative, but lately she’s been getting into the habit of just screaming bloody murder for a few minutes for seemingly no reason. like, those high-pitched meows that make me scared she’s hurt or stuck or something.

is this just a calico cat thing? i do know that caicos tend to be a bit sassy and obnoxious at times.

Hello, I wanted to introduce you to Amy. I got her from the shelter with my ex at the time and they told me that she had probably been abandoned because she was found completely disoriented and helpless. She was probably always an indoor cat. She was estimated to be 12 years old (I suspect more) and she probably had an untreated hyperthyroidism and slight renal insufficiency. I can't explain why the previous owners didn't see this, because she was very thin and I think that was the reason for simply throwing her out to save the vet. After a short time with me, it turned out that her kidneys were much more damaged than expected and she developed more and more conspicuous behavior, no longer wanting to eat/drink and peeing everywhere. After several visits to the vet, which I paid for entirely out of my own pocket (with my meagre training salary) because my ex was a stingy loser. During this time I separated from him (other reasons). About 6 weeks after I got her, on August 20, 2016, I made a joint decision with the vet to let her go into eternal rest. Her kidneys no longer had any function, so in theory only dialysis could have helped her.

She was a real treasure and I am glad to have given her a home for her last weeks.

She's either thinking about food, her bird toys or trying to remember which blanket is the heated one

Thank you for rescuing me, Mila ❤

My husband was living in his 1 bedroom apartment as a single guy and picked her out at the pound when she was 6 weeks old. I met him when she was 8 months old and man, was she sassy. She would sit on his lap and attack me because she didn't want me to sit close to him. She stole a whole piece of pizza off my plate and ate it. She was a stealth mercenary to anyone that came in his apartment.

One snowy weekend,, I came down with a bad cold and laid in bed all weekend watching the Olympics. She didn't leave my side and from there she was my girl. She was with us when we moved froma 1 bedroom apartment to a house, then to the house we're in now. She watched us add a puppy brother who she tolerated...sometimes. Other times she would smack him on the butt when he walked by. She watched us bring home 2 human siblings, who she was not a fan of until they got older and she trusted them. Then she became my daughter's best friend. Spending hours in her room with her. She was a snuggler, but only on her terms. Otherwise she would go into the most bizarre hiding spots and sleep all day. Then just appear and announce herself and demand attention and treats. She had me trained to give her treats every night when I brought the dog in. As a matter of fact, it was such a routine that if she wasn't waiting at the pantry for me, I would go looking for her because I knew that meant she was accidentally shut into a room and I was 100% right every time.

She was very slowly losing weight, but she was 15. That's not unusual. She was showing UTI symptoms around 6 months ago, so we took her to the vet where they gave her antibiotics, did some tests, and told us she was a healthy and rambunctious 15. She hated the vet, she hated a carrier. To the point they gave us gabapentin and told us that if the antibiotics didn't work, to give her the gabapentin before bringing her back lol. And she was fine. The symptoms subsided and all was well. Until it wasn't and the wasn't happened very rapidly. It started with her not really being interested in her dry food. But she was still ravenous for treats, so I decided to give her a can of chicken from the pantry and man, did she love it. So then tuna and she loved that even more, so we just switched her to canned food. She would sit in front of the fridge and yell at me for canned food every couple of hours. She was eating, she was drinking, she was bathing, and she was playing, but weight came off rapidly...in days. She's always been skinny...weighing 12 pounds at her highest. Her last full day she woke me up at 6am yelling for food and she wanted me to turn the bathroom faucet on for her to drink out of. She spent the rest of the day going to the fridge for food, then up the stairs to drink out of the faucet. She had a water bowl but she wanted to drink and play in the faucet water. I made the comment to my husband like man, she seems restless. But sometimes that was her, so I didn't think a lot of it. Although now I know it was likely terminal agitation. The next day she seemed somewhat lethargic, but she was still eating and drinking so again...didn't think much of it. She was laying in front of the dryer in the basement. About an hour later I went down to rotate laundry and she wasn't there anymore. But there was an accident on the floor and my heart knew. I tore the house apart looking for her in all her normal hiding spots to no avail. My husband got home and I told him I couldn't find her. He looks everywhere I told him I had already looked, then he starts moving boxes in the back corner of the basement. And that's where she was. She had shimmed into a gap between a box and an old baby swing. She was still with us, but we knew she wouldn't be for long. So I got my husband a fluffy towel to lay her on, instead of the cold, hard floor and he wrapped her in it. She left us about an hour later with my husband sitting next to her. It was peaceful and I'm not upset she left at home, I just hate it took me so long to find her. I hate that she's gone.

It's so quiet around here, she would always lay on my chest at night and my lap in the mornings. I keep thinking I hear her tiny nails clicking on the floor. I keep looking for her when I go to the basement or the kitchen. She had kicked toys everywhere, so I know I'm going to keep finding them for who knows how long. Her bed is laying here next to the couch. I put her treats away in the pantry because it was breaking me to see them on the counter. 15 years is a very long constant in your life to just suddenly be gone.

The dog who is 14, is definitely different. He would usually go down to the basement to steal her food and he hasn't even thought about it. Her food sits untouched. He's mopey and lethargic. He keeps going outside and over to where she's buried. And they seriously just tolerated each other. They peacefully coexisted, so his reaction sort of surprises me. But, when I couldn't find her, looking back on it, he sensed it because he was also looking for her. He kept going into a spare room in the lower level and pacing.

I'm sorry if this is long and rambling, I just need to get it out. That was my husband's first baby and he has compartmentalized and doesn't want to talk about it. I'm nauseous when I get up in the morning, my stomach is in knots, and I'm just sad and a part of me feels empty. For some reason, I thought I would have her into her 20s. My childhood cat lived into his 20s and in my mind, I thought she would too. Especially since the vet gave her a clean bill of health and said she was a very healthy 15.

I don't have a cat tax to pay, because I feel somewhat ok right now and posting a picture of her is just going to wreck me all over again. Thank you so much for listening ..especially with how long this post is. I miss her...a lot and I know that I always will.

My wife and I call this her Glamour Shot.

I have two senior gentleman that are outwardly ok. They both have CKD ~stage 2 that is stable. The vet keeps doing the cardiac ProBNP test and the numbers are always elevated. The vet suggested going to a cardiologist to get an echo-cardiogram and I was wondering if it's worth it? The cardio test seems very confusing and the vet can't really give me specifics as to how bad the situation is. They only had a year of prior paperwork so it's been hard to judge if they have been elevated like this for a while or if it's just age/CKD.

I don't feel comfortable with them undergoing some type of surgery so I am wondering what can the echo-cardiogram tell me that I can do something with? Can it advise medication and is it something they can take with their CKD? I am going back and forth with the vet but came here because I know the echo-cardiogram will help her figure out what is wrong and she might be bias in trying to get me to do it. I just don't want to put them through that if it's not going to tell me anything actionable?

Anyone have experience with this?

When you’re small and frail and having a hard week, there is no better spot than a warm radiator.

He’s been with me ever since 2011 and I love him more than words will express. He’s sweet, a little sassy and so cuddly

My sweet Tess has been diagnosed with skin cancer in her eye lid. I’m so devastated. Vets said all they can do is give her meds to keep her comfortable. She flared up so quickly but I wish I could’ve done something sooner. She’s my world