When a cat is dying...

Sometimes they may. I also know (from my friend's cats) that those who are close to death and have been sick; if they start eating really well like they are getting better - most times its a sign they know its a last meal and they will be gone within 2 days. It happened many times to my friend's cats - she thought they were getting better and it was a "last meal".

I only have experience with my little foster kitten archie...unfortunately he died alone at the vet, but before he got there he was desparately seeking contact. I don't know if there's a rule...i've heard of many people who's kitty went somewhere quiet to die.

I always heard that cats usually go and hide, but like everything else, every cat is different I've had both happen, as I've lost a few cats over the years (to FeLV) some went under my bed or in a kitchen cupboard, others stayed right out on the couch

My best friend of 8 1/2 yrs, Fatty, was an indoor/outdoor cat. Just over 2 yrs ago now I was up late one night on the computer and heard this very light "ting" at the door. Fatty always scratched on the front door to be let in. I kinda thought it was weird that the sound was so light, but let him in and didn't pay him any mind. A bit later I went to bed. He was there on my bed and had this weird look on his face. I picked him up and put him on my chest. He rolled over and showed me what looked to me like a bullet hole. I rushed him to Emergency Vet Hospital. He had been chewed up good by a dog.

He had a crushed sternum, punctured lung, just everything torn up. I had him put to sleep because there was very little chance he would even make it through surgery.

I had always heard that cats stayed by themselves when they were dying. Him coming home to me, scratching the door, and even jumping onto my bed while he was obviously in tremendous pain tells me that he absolutely loved me as much as I loved him.



Fatty

October 16, 1995 - April 24, 2004

Depends on the cat really and how bonded they are to you. My suggestion is if you believe your cat is dying, call a vet and make arrangements for a peaceful departure.

Some cats will leave their home and go someplace dark, lie down and never wake up. Others will climb close to those they love (if they can) and die in your arms. We have had cats that were seriously hurt by autos crawl home to be near us when they die.

I'm new here, hope you don't mind my jumping in ...

two moves back, we lived in an area where there was an active TNR program, so we set up a feeding station at our place, and helped with trapping. we had just rescued our girl cat, Sashi, at the time, and we made friends with the many other abandoned pets, and ferals, who came to eat. we put out soft towels and blankets for them to sleep on and two of them, a girl, Cosette, and a boy, Lonnie, decided they would call our yard and porch home. they were friendly and vocal, but didn't want to come in the house.

one evening I noticed the boy was lying very low on one of beds I had made up on the porch, not at all his usual jaunty self. he let me, for the first time, get really close and even run my hands over him, whereupon I discovered he'd been badly injured. the vet who was volunteering spay and neuter that weekend agreed to take the cat and do more than the neuter, if he could.

well, it turned up that the poor cat had been stabbed, in the belly, and the vet thought he wouldn't make it, so the TNR crew asked if we would take the poor litte fellow in and comfort him 'til he passed, most likely a day or two.

of course we said yes. so for the next few days, he lay in the nest of blankets we made for him, and I sat by him, stroking him, telling him he was loved, and giving him water and any liquid food he would take, just off my fingers, as well as some antibiotics that a friend got for us (the vet thought there was no point, but we all thought to make Lonnie as comfortable as possible, no need for infection, too).

well, he didn't die, after all! and he stayed so close to me all the time he was sick and then while recovering, and to this day, he and I are best pals, and he likes to be near and close.

always the glad gypsy before he was stabbed, loving the life of the open road, and all his cat pals, one might have thought he would have "gone to ground" when so mortally wounded, but instead he came to our door, and then stayed near (often in my lap) until he was well again.

he is a great little soul, cheerful and sweet tempered, and a wonderful friend; somehow he decided, before he really knew us, in his moment of desperate need, to come to us - how and why, I really don't know. but I am very grateful every day that he did.

oh, and as for Cosette? when we moved house, we tried mightily to take her along, but she'd have none of it ... she'd already decided, as we later found out, that her place was with another of the TNR crew, lol.

When I was in the fifth grade, I had a cat named Milo. He was the sweetest thing. Well both him and his brother were indoor/outdoor cats. They would go out in the morning before school and come back in when we got off the bus. Well one day, Milo never came home. We searched and searched outside but he never showed up. Finally, after hours and hours without finding him, we looked under the wooden runway that led to our front porch, and he was there, curled up in the dirt. We litterally had to drag him out because he wouldn't budge, or couldn't. He was hurt pretty bad, broken leg, and many wounds. Plus, he had a fever from being without water. We suspected the dog that was in one of those electric fences was the culprit. We took him to the vet and got him patched up and soon he was back to himself again.

Reluctantly we let him go back outside with his brother and a few days went by and no problem. Soon it was a few weeks with no incident, but then, he went missing again. This time, we wasted no time and looked under the walkway. He was tore up even more this time. All of us knew, he wouldn't survive. He must have had to drag himself back to the house and crawl up under the walkway because he couldn't stand he was so weak. My mom put him in a box and took him to the vet to be euthanized. He died on the way there.

So for that kitty, while he did come home, he could only bring himself to find a dark place to go. But I could tell he didn't want to be far from home when he did, because he wouldn't have crawled back home, twice, to die, if he didn't.

i had 2 cat losses, the first one had a disease and would not leave the bottom of my bed.. then when i took him to the vet they put him to sleep because he was in pain. the second one was kind of odd, she was allowed to go outside and indoors, but she was acting funny so when i took her to the vet they said that she had jumped off something too high, or got kicked and everything in her stomach was pressed against her heart. but yea, she ate like crazy until the day she was suppose to get surgury and when they opened her up everything went wrong. it was the sadest thing. she had her last meal the day before she passed away and i was literally depressed

I'm new to the forum, too. Hope you don't mind me jumping in. I had a cat diagnosed with kidney failure last year. She wanted to be with my husband and me the week before I had her pts. She even slept between us in bed. She knew she was sick and wanted the comfort of her humans. She was an indoor only cat so the only place she could have gone to be by herself would have been under the bed or in the closet.

Hello I am new here. Recently Googled this very subject and found this site.

SO here it goes. Rocky was my best little girl buddy. I ended up moving to another place and took her with me. My new roommate had two great cats (Lumpy and Useek-oh) and they all played with each other well. Things were great until Rocky disappeared. We lived on a very busy street in Victoria and I noticed her missing. It wasn't until a day or so later, Lumpy was determined to get into my room. My door was closed and I had some music playing so I wouldn't have heard him scratching at my door. Well, he came around the house to climb in my window and did circles on my bed in front of me...all crazy...(as if he was saying "she's home come follow me" ) I didn't understand what the message was or why he was going berserk, he gave up and rested his head on my lap (yes,this was a cat). I just cuddled with Lumpy and worried about my cat. Next day, after work, I came home only to see something really strange, still and lying under our cat window. It was Rocky alright and she'd been hit by a car. I was very upset seeing that she was only four or five feet away from the ever busy sidewalk and nobody noticed her. At the same time, it was also heart warming knowing that for the amount of injury she hid from me (found lying down on the damaged side) she crawled all the way home to die. I still miss my little buddy even though it was 12 years ago. About a year later, I adopted Coby from the Victoria S.P.C.A. who barely had a meow at the time, he found it later though..

Now, I'll get to the part about my cat being ill. Coby (13 yrs) is a super friendly guy and is a tabby-calico mix. He's cute as a button because he looks like a tiger crossed with a Holstein cow. Tiny size for a male and always suspected him to be the runt of the litter and up until recently, has always come running for his food. He has been outdoors these last 5 years and has been enjoying the tree climbing and being a regular cat (despite the raccoons and the neighbor's Beagle getting at his food from time to time).

Last time I actually saw him was about two days ago. He made some weird meows, they sounded distressed....ones that I have never heard before from him. I went outside to see what the matter was and he just looked at me and then had some food. He looked to be in rough shape and it was as if an illness had suddenly come on. And that was the last time I'd seen him. I called our local S.P.C.A. to see if any cats had been brought in and sadly they hadn't. So I put in a missing cat report with them today...I'm feeling a little out of sorts knowing that maybe he may have gone to die and don't know where he is.....

IT really does depend on the cat - I knew it was Snowy's time when she stopped sleeping on the bed with me, preferring the chair, and with Tiger, she was more tolerant of fuss. All bar one of my cats have died from illness, and i have always let them go at the vets, I don't wait for them to go 'naturally'. The one who went unexpectedly did ask to go outside, he had been sat with my neighbour, who found him 10 minutes later - but he had been a stray for years, so it was more what he was used to.

For sure, it truly does depend on the cat. I just had a bad feeling by looking at him that it might be soon and if I could have taken him to the vet to let him go gently, I certainly would have. Unfortunately, I didn't get to see him one more time. It was just over one day that he had gone from his usual self to that state. I guess the meowing was saying good bye. God, I feel like crap. Miss him very much.

My cat Smokey has diabeties.. At least that's what the vet says.. My poor bear.. Today, I took Smokey to the vet. The vet want to keep him for a day to see how he responds to needles and stuff..
When I picked up Smokey to put him in his kennel, he put his arms around my neck as if to give me a hug.
So, I'm really nervous about that.. Hopefully Smokey is just trying to reassure me that he is ok..
Oh well, I'll keep you guys posted..

I logged on to this site to read about other's experiences with a dying cat.  My cat is 20 years old and has stopped eating/drinking/eliminating.  I spoke to my vet yesterday to get some advice - he suggested Pedialyte.  She rejected it (don't blame her).  She can barely walk and you can hear her claws drag on the floor when she does.  My grandson's high school graduation party is tonight - I decided to remain home with the cat.  If she makes it til tomorrow, I'll take her to be put down.  A couple of days ago, when she was stronger, she dragged herself downstairs to the yard and scoped out all the places that make a good place to be when the end comes. I've had many cats, but this is my first experience with one who lived to be so old.
 

It is heartbreaking to be by your cat on his/her last journey.  It is my belief that they hang on to you as long as possible, so I always whisper to them that I love them and it is all right to go. Perhaps it is my imagination but I see them sigh after I say goodbye and it eases my pain.  

I just thought I'd mention, the OP is over 6yrs old... So you probably won't get much response.  Sorry.

I'm sorry to hear about this, shary.

 

I just recently had to put down my 17 year old cat and it was very tough. We noticed one day that her fur was getting pretty gross because she stopped bathing and she rapidly lost weight. She didn't seem to be in any pain so we let her be. Then she started to hide under the bed. That's when we knew there was a problem. They say cats retreat and hide when they appear weak to predators. We had two other cats in the house so we assumed she was hiding from them.

 

We knew from previous experience with having to put a cat down that it was time. We waited way too long to put our first cat down and we didn't want to make the same mistake with this one. We had to move the bed to get her out and we wrapped her up in her favorite blanket and took her to the vet. I wasn't able to stay with my first cat that I had to put down and I was very regretful. Luckily I could stay with this one when they did it. It was very hard but I didn't want her to be alone because I knew she was very scared.

 

Please just make sure to make your cat's final moments comfortable. Thank you for staying home with your kitty...it really makes a difference. I took the day off when I was going to put my cat down and I spent the whole day comforting her and showering her with love.

Actually I directed my reply to shary who posted before me (hence the quote).