The cat I grew up with, Loppy, was 21 years old when she went over the Bridge. Another cat my Dad owned, Wanda, was probably 18 to 22 when she passed (she was a stray he took in, and the vet could only guess at her age).
Socks is my first cat, and she is nine years old right now.
My dad had siamese cats when he was growing up and one of them was 15 or 16.
And my grandma's cats, Snoopy and Mitten, were 17 and 19 when she had to get them put down two years ago.
My cat Peppy lived to be 18. She finally died from renal failure.
Shasha had to be put down at age 12 after becoming gradually paralyzed beginning at her hind legs and progressing across a month to her head. This was after occasional back-end paralysis that would happen every other year or so, and would last only a week. None of the vets I took her to across her 12 years of life could ever figure out what was wrong with her. Once she could no longer move anything but her face, I had her put down. It was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do in my life.
My husband's cat died at age 8 from cancer developed from vaccinations.
Last year January I had to put down my
"Punka" on the age of 24 and 10 months.
She just died of old age but it took very long as her heart was still too strong, so after 4 days we put her down.
She was in perfect shape and health till she died. Very spoiled and loved.
My beloved Mimi was 13 when I had to put her down. Her health took a sudden turn for the worse and I knew that she was suffering...so I made one of the hardest decisions of my life. I still miss her like crazy...she was definitely one of a kind!