Maine Coon Lifespan:

Insights from Real Owners

What is the Maine Coon lifespan? Explore real stories from owners, age ranges, and practical tips to help your gentle giant live a long, happy life. 

We all want our furry friends to live as long as possible, of course!

Average Life Span Of A Maine Coon

Joann in Medford, Oregon asks: "We would like to know what the life span of our Maine Coon is. Bubba is approximately 10 years old."

Reply:
Hi Joann,

The "technical" answer is 12 - 15 years, which is pretty good in feline years!

There are a variety of health concerns that can come up around this time, or not. Taking great care of a cat up until they reach their golden years is vital. Be sure to visit our page on elderly cat health problems, too.

There are also many, many, cats who live beyond this range. Some go into their high teens and a few enter the twenty range.

This is partly thanks to the great care that Maine Coon owners take of their cats. Just keeping cats indoors extends their life expectancy significantly. That, along with regular vet visits, and top quality cat food, increases the life span of a cat.

Generally speaking, Maine Coon cats are hearty, healthy cats.

So, at only ten years old you could be looking at lots of good years left with your Maine Coon cat! For more, check out our full page on The Maine Coon Lifespan.

All The Best,
~Carrie

Comments:

Community Stories: At Maine Coon Cat Nation, we believe in the power of shared experiences.

Real stories and insights from fellow Maine Coon owners about their cats’ lifespans and health journeys are so helpful!

These comments not only reflect our community’s expertise and dedication but also provide a wealth of practical advice and relatable experiences.

As cat owners, we often find the most comfort and helpful tips in the stories of others who understand the joy (and occasional challenges) of sharing life with a Maine Coon!

My Sweet Princess Kitty lived till a little more than 20
by: Jason Henry
My kitty Princess passed away around Thanksgiving day. She was slightly more than 20 human years old. Take good care of your Maine Coon and it will love you for a long long time.

My kitty out lived my life at my parents house and I had moved out, got married, got more pets, and had a baby girl before she passed away.

Big Boy
by: Helen
October 30, we had to say good bye to our pride and joy Boy Boy. At 15, he developed a tumor in his abdomen. By the time I noticed, it was very large.

Now I have guilt.. That I should have known. I lost his sister 3 years earlier, now buried together. The guilt is big... He was big, beautiful, and always a conversation.

At 18 lbs he looked even bigger.one impressive cat. Like everyone else, my heart feels crushed and I feel even days later that I can't catch my breath.

Most people do not get the hurt. He was my last Coon. I've had a total of 3.

With a kiss on his whiskers and an I love you. I stayed with him, holding him, talking to him til the last breath.

Til we meet again Big Boy.... mama sorry..

My cat Winnie
My Maine Coon is almost 25 and she's fit as a fiddle. Her health is brilliant eyesight and hearing aren't what they used to be, but open up her treat box and she suddenly appears. They are a fantastic breed of cat as smart as any dog!

Misty kitty
by: George
Just put my Maine down after 17 years and 2 months.

She had a tumor on her spine and could not longer walk. She was a great cat that my wife and I had since she was a kitten. I miss her.

Miley Boy
by: Gayle
My dear Miley, passed over, assisted in my arms at the grand age of 24. He had many problems health-wise, but still greeted me at the window every day on my arrival home. l rejoice in his time with me but miss him dearly.

Grateful for finding this site!
by: The Whiskershire's Mommy
As I sit here reading everyone's comments, while stroking this 18 lb furball in my lap, I am brought to tears by all of your stories.

The Whiskershire (it's a title more than a name) has blessed my life for the past 12 years. We are inseparable, and he has brought me more joy, comfort & love than I could ever imagine.

I've even been known to run late for things due to "shire-ing about." I am so thankful for every day I have him still, as I know he's an elderly kitty now.

Reading so many stories on here where someone's kitty-child was healthy one minute and gone the next is heart breaking and scary.

I know no other kitty will ever replace him, and I just hope and pray I have a few more good years with him.

May God bless all my fellow MC Lovers out there. We too are a special breed.

Gracie and I....
by: John Brown
My Maine Coon, Gracie, turns 17 on New Year's Day, just 10 days away.

I don’t even think of her as a pet; she’s been my longest relationship with a woman - lol! She’s been with me through everything.

I even took her on a 3,300-mile round trip to Kansas to visit my folks once. She did great, sitting in my lap most of the way and sleeping with me in my sleeping bag in the car at night. She’s 22 lbs and has been a big, beautiful lady for years.

I can tell she’s getting older. She still moves well, but her hips are getting tender, and she no longer jumps up on the bed.

She mostly lounges around, though she’s up meowing and walking around for treats in the morning, at noon, and before bed.

She seems to have years left and shows no signs of heading to heaven anytime soon, which makes me so happy because I love her so much.

She’s been indoors most of her life, and I feed her high-quality food with fresh, clean filtered water every day.

She’s had a consistent diet, mostly Iams dry food, and it seems to have worked well for her. Maybe she’ll make it into her 20s - she certainly seems to be on track. Maine Coons are the best!

22 Years
Our sweet girl, Bailey, passed away on Friday at 22 years old. We don’t know exactly why.

She suddenly stopped eating, so we took her to the vet right away. Liver issues were diagnosed, but medication helped - yet her bilirubin levels kept rising.

With no gallbladder blockage, she continued to decline, and we had to make the heartbreaking decision to say goodbye and thank her for the wonderful years we had together.

If we had just one more day, she would have gone to a specialist for exploratory surgery.

She was always happy and never sick a day in her life. Rest in peace, sweet girl. We’ll see you at the Rainbow Bridge.

My 3 Coonies
by: Jan
I currently have my third Maine Coon, who is 10 years old and has had no health problems so far. I take him to the vet twice a year for checkups and necessary shots.

My first Coon, Dusty, was abandoned by my neighbors when they moved. At 10 months old, he adopted me by following me to my car and waiting by the curb for me to return.

I set up a little area for him outside, and eventually brought him inside. I named him Dusty because he always left a layer of dust wherever he sat.

One night, I found Dusty with a deep gash over his eye, likely from a fight. The vet treated him and neutered him.

After that, he was strictly an indoor cat. He was well-behaved and even traveled with us when we moved to Arizona. The only health issue he had was urinary stones, managed with special food.

When Dusty was about 8, he developed a deep cough. Multiple vets couldn’t find the cause.

A few months later, he was unable to stand, and we rushed him to the vet. Sadly, he passed away that night. I believe he had undiagnosed HCM, a heart condition common in Maine Coons.

After Dusty, I found another Maine Coon from a breeder. His name was Yoshi, and he was incredibly smart.

At 9 years old, he was diagnosed with HCM and managed with medication. At 12, he almost died from pancreatitis, but recovered after intensive treatment.

At 16, he developed hyperthyroidism and underwent expensive treatment, which helped him gain weight.

When Yoshi was 18, he started walking in circles and eventually lost his sight.

His quality of life declined, and I had to make the tough decision to let him go. He passed away in my arms at 18 ½ years old. He was truly the best of my three Maine Coons.

Snoozie and Sneakie
by: Connie
I feed my two 2-year-old Maine Coon mixes the same food as my other two cats - Blue Buffalo Indoor Salmon. It’s a bit more expensive, but I believe it’s worth it.

They’re both healthy, with no issues other than their annual checkups, which are always easy. They don’t throw up, have hairballs, or experience digestive problems. Their eyes are bright, their skin is healthy, and their stools are normal.

There are no artificial flavors or additives in their food, and they’re treated like my babies!

They get along well with their step-siblings and have distinct personalities. I’ve named them Sneakie and Snoozie based on their quirks.

Snoozie is the long-haired one who loves to nurse on a fringe-covered blanket while kneading—he clearly didn’t stay with his mom long enough.

Sneakie is big, muscular, and the protector of the bunch. He’s recently discovered he’s no longer a small kitten, but he’s still a water-loving jumper.

I don’t mind cleaning up the occasional knocked-over item from his adventures!

😻Punkie
by: Roz
I inherited a Maine Coon that showed up at my mother’s farm in the early '90s, around 1993.

He was fully grown, neutered, and had bright blue eyes. He was probably a mix, but he had all the Maine Coon traits and was huge.

Punkie spent many hard winters outside, but when my mother passed, I brought him home and took him to the vet to get him back to good health.

He’s now in his mid-20s (around 24 or 25), and though he’s thinner with age, he’s still thriving. We added a year to his age since he was fully grown when we got him.

I wish I knew his actual birth date, but I’m just grateful that he’s still with us - our charming Punkie.

He loves his baths, enjoys hunting, still plays, and has his daily ritual of being combed and showered with affection.

He also chases feathered balls and curls up on his soft bed by the window. He’s even learned to open doors with handle knobs—such a smart cat!

I’m curious if anyone else has a Maine Coon that has lived this long while staying healthy. My hope is that he makes it to 30!

Right now, he seems as energetic as ever. The only extra I give him is some soft food mixed with antioxidants. He still eats dry food, but he has lost a tooth.

At our 2016 Thanksgiving gathering, Punkie asked to go outside. Within an hour, he returned with a large rabbit to share.

I hate seeing him catch these animals, but I’m amazed he’s still foraging for such big prey. I guess the farm life is just in his blood! He’s truly an amazing cat.

The State of Maine
I just received notification from this site. Glad to know that this site is run by someone *in* the state of Maine! :P

BTW, HRH Kitty Kitty had her check-up; all things are okay. But, there was an issue with the Tufts student at Tech in Worcester, MA. Will elaborate a little later tonight.

Loss after 20 years
by: Annie
I recently lost my little girl Lili, a smart and loving cat. I loved her deeply and would have held and hugged her for a million years if I could.

In her final days, she became very sick, and my heart was shattered when I had to say goodbye.

I stayed by her side, holding her in my arms as the vet administered the needle. It was my Christmas gift to her. This all happened on December 23.

Now, my heart feels empty, and the house feels so big without her. Lili was almost like a dog. I taught her to sit, turn around, and even open the door.

We had a special bond. I considered going to a pet shop afterward, but I quickly realized no cat could ever replace her, so I decided to go home.

The pain will lessen with time, but the 20 beautiful years we had together will never be forgotten. I have her ashes and plan to keep them in her favorite room, where she loved to bask in the sunlight. I miss my Lili so much.

Just lost my MC
by: Brian B
We had to put down our Maine Coon this morning. It was unbelievably sad, but I believe I made the right decision.

About four months ago, she started eating less. Over time, she lost about 1 lb per month, which seemed normal since we had her on a restricted diet (she was 17 lbs).

But when I noticed her tailbone showing, I took her to the vet to check for bad teeth, and that's when everything began to unravel.

She was diagnosed with double pleural effusion. I had the fluid drained, but I couldn’t afford the CT scans. She continued eating less and less, and for the past week and a half, I’ve been syringe-feeding her water and baby food.

This morning, she started sneezing uncontrollably and was severely dehydrated. The blood and fluid tests came back inconclusive, which means it could have been cancer or something else.

At just 9 lbs and over 10% dehydrated, the vet agreed it was time to let her go.

As I sit here, thinking about all her little quirks - and as a Maine Coon, there were many - it both makes me smile and cry.

She always ran to me when I whistled.
She loved jazz, especially when played through a cell phone speaker.
She knew certain words—treats, bed, food, hungry, and of course, her name.
She always slept by my side, purring so loudly it would shake the blanket.

I will miss her deeply, and I don’t know if I’ll ever get another Maine Coon. It would feel like cheating to do so.

Worried...
by: HRH Kitty Kitty
Hello, I live with what I believe to be a 13-year-old beautiful black Maine Coon. She is one incredibly intelligent cat!

Truth be told, I’m a “stay-at-home (cat) Dad” and haven’t left the house much in the past three years.

I spend all my time with her, and I truly believe we can communicate through speech (well, tones), various signals, and simply knowing one another. She’s pampered and has a large home to roam in.

I believe her previous owner had her spayed over 10 years ago. Two years ago, she had two abscessed teeth, and thankfully, I noticed the issue quickly and got her the help she needed.

She’s still very healthy and playful, but if anything were to happen to her, I’d be absolutely devastated.

I’m committed to getting her annual vet visits, a proper diet, and starting regular exercises for her. I recently heard about Tufts Animal Clinic, which helps pet owners who are financially struggling, and I want her to have the best care possible. My goal is for her to live well into her 20s.

Please advise.
Soulmate to HRH Kitty Kitty

Garnet...I'm so sorry!

Garnet, I feel your pain. I went through the same thing on the 21st with my sweet boy. He was exactly 15 years old, and I had him since I rescued him at 6 weeks.

His right front leg was limp with no feeling, and he cried out in pain when I found him. I rushed him to the emergency vet within an hour, but by then it was too late. He had a blood clot, and I watched him decline quickly as his heart began to fail.

Just know that you did the right thing. I wanted so badly to fix him, and no amount of money would have stopped me.

But as I saw him struggle, it became clear - I couldn’t let him suffer. I miss him terribly, but I know that the choice I made was for him, not me.

I hope you find peace soon. The happiness he brought me will always make it worth it.

Difficult decision
by: Garnet
I had my cat for four years. He was born from a stray we took in on 6/7/2016. His illness came on suddenly.

By the end of the day, we had to rush him to the ER vet as his condition worsened. I knew then that we would likely have to let him go.

By the time we arrived, he was much worse - fluid coming from his mouth, struggling to breathe, and crying.

The vet took him in the back, and after a while, she returned and explained that it was probably heart-related, a common genetic issue in Maine Coons.

She mentioned that we could do tests and x-rays, but the cost would be over $400 with no guarantee of a cure. They had already given him pain meds, but there was nothing they could do to fix the problem.

Rather than let him suffer, we decided to put him to sleep. I just couldn’t bear to see him in so much pain, knowing there was nothing that could truly help him.

Maybe we could’ve found a way to afford the testing, but it wasn’t just about the money. Watching him suffer was unbearable, especially knowing it was most likely his heart, and that the best thing was to let him go peacefully.

Rest in peace, my precious. We loved you dearly, and you will be missed.

Thank You
by: Smitty
Thanks, Valarie. Things are getting better with time. Yesterday marked three weeks since he passed.

I did have a moment last night, though, after watching a video of a man hugging a big cat (a lion) he hadn’t seen in a while.

It instantly reminded me of my cat, and I lost it again. I went to bed with tears streaming.

We planted some flowers and sprinkled grass seed over his grave out back. I can see it from any room on that side of the house, so I cleared a few trees and bushes that were blocking the view.

The grass is growing well, and it’s starting to look nice. The grave marker should arrive either next week or the week after, and we’ll do some minor landscaping to incorporate it.

Remembering all the good times definitely helps. My three other cats have also been a great comfort.

I’ve realized how much attention Buddy used to take from the others! And how much he ate - wow, we’re not going through half the food we were before. It’s so quiet around here without him; he was such a vocal cat.

Anyway, time marches on, whether we like it or not. I’m making sure to spoil my other three with attention. They’re all the same age, so I could be going through this again at any moment, but thankfully, they’re all very healthy.

Sorry
by: Valarie
Hi Smitty,
My heart bleeds for you. I know the pain of loosing a cat. Have heart and remember you did the best to ensure his quality of life was good while he was still alive.

In time the pain of loosing him will get better and you will be left remeniscing of the good times you had with him. Thank you for having loved him as you did.

Thank you
by: Smitty
Thank you for the kind words Tracy Q - that helps alot.

Yesterday was the first day that I didn't cry, but I don't think I'll be able to say the same for today. My Buddy left an enormous void here.

Buddy!!!
by: Tracy Q

Buddy.. Hi Smitty.. I just read your comment.. so sad to hear of your loss. We lost our baby Gucci in 2014 and she is still on my mind everyday.

I hope you know that by just reading your letter that Buddy had an amazing life and a true best friend. Buddy is now at the Rainbow Bridge and his happy and healthy and will wait for you there.

Buddy
by: Smitty

I lost my best buddy, Buddy, at age 13 on Saturday, May 14, and I’m absolutely devastated. I never realized the bond we had until he was gone. It all happened so fast.

Buddy weighed 19.5 lbs. until last year, when he lost weight quickly. The vet thought he might’ve had diabetes, but without blood work, they couldn’t be sure.

A few days before he passed, he came to me and stared at me in a way that felt off. I noticed labored breathing and slight discharge from his nose, so I decided it was time for a vet visit.

After x-rays and blood work, we learned he had an enlarged heart, hyperthyroidism, and fluid in his lungs. Despite this, he still seemed happy, so the vet prescribed meds and thought we could manage it.

Administering the meds was a struggle. He ate around them, and I tried different methods, even hiding them in food, but nothing worked. Eventually, he threw up, but I didn’t think much of it.

That night, though, his breathing worsened. I watched, helpless, as he struggled to breathe. It was heartbreaking.

The next morning, he seemed better, and I thought maybe it was a freak occurrence. But when it was time for his meds again, I couldn’t get them down.

After forcing the pills into his mouth, his breathing worsened, and soon he was in distress again. I rushed him to the vet, thinking they could help.

The car ride was torture. He cried the whole way, and I’ll never forget the look he gave me. When we got to the vet, they took him in, and I was told to come back.

I still hoped they could fix him, but when I returned, I was told it was time to say goodbye. His heart stopped just as I arrived. The pain of that moment is something I can’t describe.

In the days after, I couldn’t help but blame myself for not taking him to the vet sooner. If I could go back, I would have gotten him checked out much earlier. Cats are so good at hiding their problems until it’s too late.

Now, six days later, I’m starting to function again, remembering the good times and the funny things he used to do. It’s still hard to look at his picture, but I know time will help.

Cherish every moment with your pets. I wouldn’t wish this experience on anyone.

Dewey
by: Pavel
Fifteen years ago, during the winter, a thin, dirty feral cat showed up at the horse farm where I lived.

Every afternoon, when I brought the horses indoors, he would appear out of the woods and sit on a log pile nearby, watching me from a distance.

The barn cats kept him away, but he seemed too wary to approach me anyway. I started leaving food near the log pile, and he would only approach once I was at least 200 feet away.

I thought he was grey due to the dirt, but he was actually a beautiful light orange, probably about 1-2 years old.

Over the next two years, he gradually became more trusting, eventually coming into the house and never leaving.

His personality was unlike any other cat I’ve had, and from what I’ve read, it seems that Maine Coons have a special bond with people - something that many others have experienced too.

One week ago today, Dewey came into my room for breakfast, but I noticed he was snuffling and had nasal discharge.

He was having trouble eating due to being so stuffed up, so I took him to the vet. She checked his vital signs and diagnosed him with an upper respiratory infection, prescribed antibiotics, and sent him home.

At home that day, he seemed better - purring when petted and tapping my leg as usual to be placed on the couch with me while I watched TV (his back legs had become arthritic over the past year).

But the next morning, he seemed much worse. He was lying away from the other cats, lethargic, and struggling to breathe.

I rushed him to a critical care hospital, where they gave him the best care, but he didn’t respond as they hoped. They also noticed leg twitching and suspected neurological issues, possibly caused by a stroke or brain tumor.

The doctors believed he had a stroke or seizure overnight, affecting the part of his brain that controlled his breathing.

Despite treatment, his condition slowly declined. On Monday morning, I spent an hour with him before finally deciding to let him go. I petted and spoke to him, but there was no sign of response.

I am heartbroken, but reading the experiences of other Maine Coon owners brings me some comfort.

It reassures me that the deep connection I had with Dewey wasn’t just in my mind, but shared by many who have experienced the unique bond that Maine Coons form with their humans.

This breed’s loving nature is part of what makes them so special, and though Dewey’s life was shorter than I hoped for, I’ll always cherish the memories we shared.

My Maine Coon's Lifespan
I have a female Maine Coon who several vets have confirmed is a purebred. I found her as a tiny kitten in the bushes over 15 years ago.

She’s always been an indoor cat, and I’ve made sure to feed her well and provide purified water. As far as I know, she’s never been sick and rarely injured.

The only change I’ve noticed recently is that she’s starting to lose her hearing. It’s been getting worse over the past year.

Now, it’s obvious that she either doesn’t hear me when I’m behind her - even if I snap my fingers right next to her - or if she does hear me, she gets confused about where the sound is coming from.

Aside from that, she still acts young. She’s very playful, whether it’s playing on her own or with me. She’ll chase balls, pounce on string, and even play hide and seek.

She’s also able to jump high, whether onto the bed or the couch, and doesn’t seem to be in pain when doing so.

She’s a trim 7–7.5 pounds and still very fit. I’ve checked her shoulders and hips, massaged her, and she doesn’t react with any pain. No lumps, no discomfort - she enjoys being petted.

I’m amazed she’s already over 15 years old and still in such great shape. I recently read about a Maine Coon that lived 25 years, setting a world record.

I’m not sure if she’ll make it that long, but considering her current health, I’m hopeful she’ll have many more years ahead of her.

People are often surprised to hear she’s over 15, as she still seems so young and healthy.

Has anyone else had a Maine Coon live 15+ years and still be so playful and healthy? I’m curious about the typical Maine Coon lifespan and how long others have had their cats live.

My Maine Coon story...
by: Kimberly
I had two Maine Coon kittens born in my backyard from feral parents. The father was only seen once or twice, and after the mom gave birth, he was gone.

I had been leaving food for her, not realizing she was pregnant until she showed up with two little furballs at my door.

For about two months, they kept coming around, and eventually, I found out the mom had been killed. She managed to climb back over my fence before she passed.

The two boys continued to visit and eventually became comfortable enough to come inside and eat. Once they settled in, I knew they were staying for good.

I named them Alvin and Theodore (never liked the name Simon, and there were only two of them).

I had never had Maine Coons before, and I was amazed by their intelligence, affection, and - especially in Alvin's case - his ability to be a real pain! I named him Alvin for a reason…

Sadly, Theodore passed away four years ago, but Alvin is still with me. He’ll be 17 next month. His eyesight is a little blurry, his hearing is selective (again, Alvin!), and his joints are sore, but he still climbs up and down from the bed, chair, and sofa.

Bottom line, I don’t see him going anywhere anytime soon. I love him dearly and miss Theodore every day. When Alvin’s time comes, I’ll definitely have another Maine Coon in my life. I know it!

Cheers!
John, California

Don't Forget to Love Them Now
by: Steve in Dayton
It’s amazing how many of us are on the same wavelength. These comments truly feel like a balm for the heart.

Life gets busy, but if you're lucky enough to still have your Maine Coon, make time for them every day—whether it’s holding, comforting, playing, or just talking. They need companionship, and they feel its absence deeply.

Even though they can be big and boisterous, they are also incredibly fragile, especially as they age. Always handle them with kindness.

They seem to grow old overnight. Appreciate every year, every moment. These cats are a true gift—if you have one loving you unconditionally, count yourself blessed.

Our Percy
by: Kara
We had to say goodbye to our beautiful Percy a month ago due to advanced liver failure. I still expect to hear his loud purr when I walk in the door, but the house is too quiet now. He was only seven.

His brother Neville, who has always had health issues, seems lost without him. We’ve had them both since they were four weeks old, bottle-feeding them from tiny babies (oops - big babies). My heart breaks every day over Percy’s loss, and I just hope Neville stays with us for a long time.

To everyone who loves their kitties - hold them close and make sure they always know they are loved.

Follow-Up: 6 Months Later
by: Sadie’s Dad
It’s been six months since we said goodbye to our beloved Sadie. In answer to the original question - Maine Coon lifespans seem to range from 12 to 25 years, with 15–20 being the most common.

We still miss her every day. We now have a domestic shorthair, but honestly, nothing compares to the affection and intelligence of a Maine Coon. There’s something special about them.

For those facing the painful decision of letting go, I offer this:

1. Listen to your vet’s objective advice.
2. As hard as it is, be with them as they pass.
3. Let go of guilt - you gave them a loving home, and they loved you in return. That’s the best any of us can hope for.

Big Boy
by: Helen
On October 30, we had to say goodbye to our pride and joy, Boy Boy. At 15, he developed a tumor, and by the time I noticed, it was already too large. Now, I carry the guilt - I should have known.

He was big, beautiful, and always a conversation starter. At 18 lbs, he looked even bigger - an impressive cat. I lost his sister three years earlier, and now they rest together. But losing him feels crushing. Some people don’t understand the pain, but I can hardly catch my breath.

I stayed with him until his last breath, holding him, kissing his whiskers, telling him I loved him.

Until we meet again, Big Boy... Mama is so sorry.

My Peach
by: Melissa
My Maine Coon, Peach, is nine years old. I rescued her when she was one, after she was hit on the roadside. Now she sleeps with us every night, loves to be held, and chirps and purrs at everything. She’s playful, photogenic, and loves rolling in the grass.

I’m so grateful to have her greet me every day, but I dread the moment she leaves us.

Reading your stories has been so inspiring - it only deepens my love for my sweet girl. Sending hugs to you all and your beloved fur babies.

Judah
by: Steve in Dayton
Thank you, Tracy - your words mean more than you know. My wife says you must be a very good person.

I don’t fault those who aren’t Maine Coon parents, but sometimes their condolences feel... hollow. Maybe it’s just me.

Fourteen years wasn’t enough, but we believe the Good Lord took Judah this way to spare us the slow heartbreak of his decline.

When the time came, we wanted a clear answer. And we got it.

Judah
by: Tracy
Steve & Trish, your letter is beautiful. I love hearing about the love and devotion you shared. I feel your loss deeply. I lost my very best friend, Gucci, in August 2014 - she was my world, and my husband’s, too.

Your empathy means so much because it reminds me I’m not alone. I hope you both know how amazing you are for sharing your love with these precious souls. My heart goes out to you.

Judah
by: Steve in Dayton
We are devastated. Not even a year after posting about the loss of Joshua, we are now without our big boy, Judah.

We didn’t lose a pet.
We didn’t lose a cat.
We didn’t lose an animal.
We lost a friend.

Judah was soulful - full of wisdom and understanding, even as a kitten. He was my shadow, always by my side. He lived for us, patrolling the house at night, comforting our other cats when they needed him.

He wasn’t just loving.
He wasn’t just smart.
He was both.

In his prime, he was strong and striking, a favorite at the vet clinic and even my avatar in online forums. Heart disease didn’t take him. Diabetes didn’t take him.

His false hip and lack of teeth didn’t slow him down. But while we were out of town, an unexplained seizure put him into a coma.

Our pet sitter rushed him to the emergency clinic, where he was kept comfortable until our frantic six-hour drive home.

The moment he was brought into our room, he knew us. Cradled in my wife’s arms, even after all he had endured, his face showed contentment, completion, and peace. I will never forget that look.

Now, the house feels empty without his spirit. Our lives have changed forever. We will adapt, and we are grateful for what we still have - but today, the weight of this loss is crushing.

God bless everyone who has shared their grief here. Very few people understand this kind of loss, but those of us here do.

Forever Draco
by: Judi
I’m so sorry for your loss of Apollo. I went through a similar experience with my beloved Draco. Today, I have a new cat, Chuba - mild-mannered, loving, and exactly what I needed.

Draco led me to Chuba, just as he led me to a new vet. That vet couldn’t understand why I was so protective of Chuba - until I told Draco’s story.

I cried so much, and to my surprise, the vet had tears, too. He then told me he specializes in feline renal failure and could have saved Draco. He now lectures other vets on the subject.

Draco will never be forgotten. Holding a candlelight vigil in his memory helped heal my heart and brought my family closer together. Please know you are not alone.

Apollo
by: Angela
Thank you, Tracy for your kind words. I am sorry for your loss as well.

To Angela/Apollo
by: Tracy
Angela, your story about Apollo was heartbreaking. I stay connected here because I lost my Gucci in August 2014. It never gets easier, but I hope you always cherish the beautiful memories of Apollo. Take care.

Apollo
by: Angela
At the end of June, I had to make the heartbreaking decision to say goodbye to my 13-year-old ginger Maine Coon, Apollo. He was in renal failure, but we caught it early - his lab work was normal at first, but a week later, another test showed dangerously high kidney and liver values.

He spent the weekend at the vet hospital and stabilized, but I had to give him sub-q fluids three times a week. It’s amazing what fears you overcome to help your cat feel better.

During this time, someone abandoned a tiny kitten at my vet’s office. My vet suggested she might be good for Apollo, so when she was seven weeks old, I brought her home. At first, he wasn’t thrilled, but one day, I found them curled up together in the sun.

Sadly, our time together was short. One day, Apollo stopped eating, and I realized he hadn’t used the litter box in over 32 hours.

He wouldn’t lift his head. Even at the vet’s office, he purred, which shattered my heart - but I knew I couldn’t let him suffer.

I miss him every day.

Age of a Maine Coon
My male turned 20 on May 5th. How long does a Maine Coon usually live?

The Cat That is Using All her 9 lives
I have a 19-year-old baby girl named Buffy. She’s been sick many times, and I thought I’d have to let her go, but every time, she pulled through.

She’s deaf now and has accidents, but she’s here to stay as long as she wants. I’ll clean up after my baby girl - I love her.

Cancer - stomach and oral in Maine Coon
Our beloved Maine Coon struggled with digestive issues for years. After several expensive surgeries, she remained a wonderful part of our family.

But at just over 9 years old, she developed stomach and oral cancer, and we had to let her go. Has anyone else experienced something similar?

Misty kitty
by: George
I just said goodbye to my Maine Coon after 17 years and 2 months. She had a tumor on her spine and could no longer walk. My wife and I had her since she was a kitten - she was a great cat, and I miss her deeply.

Longevity
by: Margaret

I lost my Alice last year at 14 when her stomach suddenly ruptured. It was devastating. I still have my beautiful silver boy, Oliver, who is now 15.

The vet diagnosed him with a heart murmur six months ago, but his bloodwork last month came back normal.

He struggles with sinus issues and gets antibiotic injections every six weeks. Losing him will break my heart, but I find comfort knowing some Maine Coons live up to 24 years!!

14 years and sudden loss
We lost our beloved Maine Coon yesterday at 14 years old. It appears to have been heart-related - likely hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.

He was fine all day, and then a neighbor found him lying between our houses. After researching, we now see the subtle signs we missed.

But even if we had known, I don’t know if anything could have been done.

I raised him from a kitten - he was unlike any cat I’ve ever known. His loss has left a gaping hole in my heart, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be the same.

I love you, Marley.

Xoxo,
Daddy

Sadie, 15
by: Sadie's Dad
Three days ago, we said goodbye to our beloved Maine Coon, Sadie. She was 15. I had never been in the presence of death before - it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever experienced.

Her decline started after we introduced another cat. While we’d done this before without issue, the adjustment seemed stressful for her.

It began with what looked like a sinus infection, but after two rounds of antibiotics failed, the vet suspected a tumor near her sinus cavity.

He offered an MRI and surgery but gently advised us to cherish the time we had left instead.

The last six months were a slow decline. Her congestion made breathing difficult, and she became a finicky eater.

She went from 18 lbs to 8, losing muscle mass. I hand-fed her deli meat and smoked salmon - sometimes the only things she’d eat. Near the end, she had a bloody discharge from her eyes and nose, and her left eye swelled shut.

Yet, she never seemed to be in pain. She still greeted us at the door, chirped her Maine Coon meows, and enjoyed our company.

The night before our final vet visit, I gave her a feast - smoked salmon, ham, warm milk, and cheese. I brought out her catnip stash, and she got buzzed.

She chased some string. We curled up by the fireplace, snuggling in the warmth as she purred.

The next morning, she had more salmon, another hit of catnip, and one last playful chase. At the vet, she was relaxed and trusting. As I stroked her head, she purred softly - then she went to sleep.

Joshua Blue
by: Steve in Dayton
Sorry for your loss. Cardiomyopathy has come up in many of these posts. We lost our boy Joshua at 11, and now our big boy Judah is being treated for it at 14.

The first signs can be erratic - labored breathing and abdominal distress - as the heart struggles to keep up.

There are diuretics for water retention and antihypertensive medications to help relax the heart.

Natural supplements like taurine and liquid Co-Q10 can also support heart health, even for middle-aged cats.

I don’t know what I'll do when I lose Judah. He loves me more than any dog I've ever had. But I guess the best way forward is to focus on what we have rather than what we've lost.

Yoyo
by: Tracy
Hi Taylor, I read your post about Yoyo, and I’m so sorry for your loss. My husband and I had our precious Gucci for 12 ½ years, and I had no idea how many health issues could arise as she got older.

Losing Yoyo so soon is heartbreaking, but I hope you find comfort in knowing you gave her a wonderful life.

We need to learn more about our cats’ health so we can help them live longer. Thinking of you.

Take care,
Tracy

TracyYoYo
Dear Taylor,
The only thing worse than losing a Maine Coon at 12 is losing one at 3. My heart aches for you. We lost our Ivan last November, and not a day goes by that we don’t think about him.

It’s so sad that your precious Yoyo succumbed to cardiomyopathy. I wish there were a reliable way to screen for it beyond trusting a breeder’s word. Please know you're not alone in your grief.

-Mike

Feline cardiomyopathy
by: Taylor
My beloved Yoyo died at just 3 years old - cardiac arrest from the leading killer of Maine Coons, yet no one talks about it. HCM (hypertrophic cardiomyopathy) is the biggest cause of death in this breed, especially in purebred Maine Coons.

Losing her has left me feeling like my heart and mind are filled with heavy black stones.

I’m so angry, but if this message helps even one cat, it will mean something. Please, take a moment to research HCM or feline cardiomyopathy. ❤️

Maine Coon turning 16 in June
by: Nakko Chan
I found my Maine Coon online in August 1999 from a breeder known for healthy cats.

He outlived his mate and now shares the house with two younger cats, both 9 years old. He’s developed a few issues over the years but is still considered healthy.

This June, he'll turn 16, and I’m so grateful for the time we've had.

He needs daily medication to manage his marking behavior, which started about a year and a half ago.

We tried everything, but only medication helped. He also had nine teeth removed - dental issues in older cats can lead to serious health problems.

Every day with him is a blessing. We love our old man, Nakko Chan.

Rubio
by: Gerry
My beloved Maine Coon, Rubio, was rescued from a feral litter in 2003. He grew into a stunning blond-and-white cat, independent yet affectionate.

He spent his nights "catting about" the neighborhood and his days sleeping indoors.

He was a skilled mouser, keeping our garage rodent-free—often leaving his catches in the bathroom as a gift.

He’d climb onto my desk, rest his head on my mouse hand, and purr, completely content. In those moments, I could have skipped my blood pressure medicine.

Tonight, I’m teary-eyed, adjusting to life without him. But I’m grateful for 13 wonderful years.

RIP, Rubio.

Judi
by: Gucci by Tracy
Tracy, I read your heartfelt story about Gucci, and I truly understand your pain. I often wonder if I did everything possible to save Draco. Even when we do the right thing, it never feels like enough.

I’ll check out Rainbow Bridge in hopes of finding some comfort and eventually some closure.

Thank you for your kindness, your understanding, and for reaching out. You have your husband to share in your grief; my family and I talk some, but we still feel separate. Stay wonderful.

Draco by Judi
by: Tracy
Hi Judi,
I woke up early this morning and read your words about Draco. It helps to know we’re not alone in our loss.

I lost my sweet Gucci on 8/26, and my husband and I are still struggling - we’re always sad.

You’re lucky to still have a fur baby who needs you. I signed up for Rainbow Bridge for Gucci, and if you ever want to join, it’s a great way to grieve. I still write to Gucci every week, and it helps.

I feel the same pain. Gucci was my whole world, and reading your story, I know Draco was yours.

Forever Draco
by: Judi
Losing Draco has had such an impact on my household. We’re finally at a place where we can talk about him and share our grief.

Reading others’ stories reminds me that we’re not alone and that grieving is a natural process.

It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to hurt. It’s okay to be angry. Why me? Why now? But I also have so many good memories, so many pictures, so many stories. Draco was deeply loved to the very end, and he was never alone.

I’m grateful we still have our other cat, Zha Zha, who needed a home as a kitten. Through all this grief, I’ve noticed she now watches over the house—waking us up in the morning, watching over us at night, and lying next to me when I cry.

There is light at the end of every tunnel. It may not be the same light, but any light is better than none. I’m so grateful for the prayers, for this community, and most of all, for having loved and been loved by Draco.

Cozmo Cat
by: Mike
Our condolences to you and your partner on the loss of Cozmo Cat. Losing a beloved pet is heartbreaking.

One of the downsides of apartment living is dealing with noisy, inconsiderate neighbors. I’m so sorry your sweet cat had to endure such distress.

I’ve never heard of an animal rights attorney, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t out there.

That said, with my limited knowledge of your situation, I wouldn’t expect much satisfaction from taking these inconsiderate buffoons to court. Sadly, some people thrive on upsetting others.

I know the pain makes you long for justice, but as a Christian, I believe in the power of forgiveness.

It may seem counterintuitive, but letting go brings peace. The Bible says, "A soft answer turns away wrath." Perhaps explaining to them what happened - calmly and honestly - could make them reflect on their actions.

I’m sorry if I’ve sermonized too much, but I’ve been down this road and found that forgiveness is the better path.

May God heal your hearts and help you cherish your surviving Coon Boy even more.

Cozmo Cat - Death by Trauma
by: Terry B
My partner Nancy’s beloved Maine Coon, Cozmo, passed away on January 31, 2015.

He had been successfully treated for hyperthyroidism for years and was a happy, affectionate cat who had an instinct for people’s true nature. He liked me from day one - otherwise, I wouldn’t be writing this now.

Nancy’s upstairs neighbors had always been problematic, but she managed - until the latest tenants moved in. The final straw was a deafening Thanksgiving party in 2014.

The noise terrified Cozmo so much that he developed seizures, according to his vet, and had to be put on medication.

Complaints to the landlord were ignored. Even with treatment, the constant loud noises kept him on edge, frightened and stressed for the last two months of his life.

We don’t know if the seizures led to heart issues, but we’re certain that Cozmo would have lived for years, like his companion cat, Wiley.

Ironically, we thought Wiley would go first - he had an inoperable tumor. It’s amazing what love can do for an animal. Or a person.

We’re looking for an animal rights attorney. If you know of one in Chicago, please let us know.

Oliver
by: Tracy
Hi Dave,
I get email updates when someone posts here, and I just read your story about Oliver. I’m so sorry for your loss.

I lost my precious Gucci in August after 12 ½ years. My husband and I don’t have kids - she was our baby.

I like to think that Oliver and Gucci are kicking back together at Rainbow Bridge.

Oliver - My Best Friend
by: Dave
Oliver was 13 years old. He had diabetes, and in the end, kidney disease took him from my wife and me.

We lost him in August when we had to make the heartbreaking decision to let him go. He hadn’t eaten for days and was meowing in pain.

We love all our fur babies, but Oliver held a special place in our hearts. He was a comedian - always doing the funniest things. He was photogenic and loved the camera.

He greeted me at the door every day and adored my wife, always standing beside her in the kitchen, eating lettuce and “helping his momma cook.”

It’s been five difficult months, and I still think of him every day. Losing him felt like losing a child. His best friend, Angel, misses him dearly, too.

But we had 13 wonderful years. I hope that one day, the memories of joy will outweigh the pain of his absence.

Thank you Tracy
by: Mike
I truly appreciate your kind words, Tracy, and my heartfelt condolences go out to you over the loss of your precious Gucci.

I have no doubt that our beloved cats and other dearly departed pets are playing together over the Rainbow Bridge. (Thank you for sharing that website with me.)

Healing is a slow process. Just today, while alone, I found myself speaking aloud to Ivan, telling him how much I miss him.

It's hard to believe he’s been gone a whole week. I found a picture of him at just eight weeks old - bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, and full of spunk. He was such a regal soul.

Our family and friends have been incredibly supportive—they all loved him, even those who aren’t particularly cat lovers.

Reading others' tributes to their cats has been a great source of comfort, too. Moments with our loved ones, both two-legged and four-legged, are precious. None of us are guaranteed tomorrow.

Mike about Ivan
by: Tracy
Hi Mike,
I read your story about Ivan, and I’m so sorry for your loss. What I’ve learned through this process is that these sites truly help us cope.

I lost my baby Gucci on 8/26/14, and the sadness still lingers.

I hope reading others’ stories and cherishing your memories of Ivan brings you some comfort. I created a memorial for Gucci on the Rainbow Bridge website, and it helps - it's like her own special tribute.

Ivan sounds like an amazing cat, and I believe he and Gucci are together now, watching over us.

We Love You Draco
by: Judith
We recently lost our beloved Draco on November 18, 2014. He was only 19 months old when he suddenly developed chronic kidney failure.

There were no signs or symptoms until it was too late. We took him to three different hospitals, desperate to save him, but nothing could be done.

Draco was a gentle, loving cat, adored by family and friends. Though we are still grieving, I am grateful he had a home filled with love and happiness.

He was always by my side, waking me up for work, playing, and keeping a watchful eye over our home.

On his last day, he lay on my daughter’s bed, surrounded by my children. He waited for me to get home from work before saying goodbye.

He passed while I was out, and by the time I returned, my children and a family friend had already made arrangements. My heart aches for him every day.

Despite our tears, our grief, and our efforts to save him, Draco will always have a place in our hearts. We are not the same without him.

In loving memory,
Draco Malfoy Hood (March 2013 – November 2014)

Our Beloved Ivan
by: Mike
On Monday, November 17, 2014, at 9:05 PM, my wife and I lost our beautiful, loving Maine Coon, Ivan.

He passed at home, surrounded by family, at just 12¾ years old. His kidney failure came on so suddenly - within 24 hours. Our vet did everything he could, but it wasn’t enough. We are devastated.

I’m a former Marine, and I rarely cry, but losing Ivan has brought me to my knees. Today, while off work, I spent hours gathering photos of him into one folder, just so I can see his beautiful face whenever I want.

I kept playing Days of Wine and Roses over and over, weeping uncontrollably while my wife was out.

Ivan’s little brother, our Himalayan, is lost without him. He wanders the house meowing for the big brother who used to groom, play, and protect him.

They grew up together from just 12 weeks old. My wife, strong as she is, is suffering deeply too.

Reading others’ stories has been therapeutic - it reminds me that we’re not alone in this pain. We all know our beloved cats won’t be with us forever, but I had hoped for a few more years. It wasn’t meant to be.

Ivan, our dear "son," you filled our lives with joy, laughter, and love. As a childless couple, you were everything to us. Our hearts will never be the same.

Blue
by: Dar
My sweet Blue was 13 years old, born on September 11, 2001. My daughter, just two at the time, named her after Blue’s Clues because she was so smart.

A little over a week ago, I noticed a lump on her chest - it tripled in size in just days. She had always greeted me at the door and left her favorite toys there if I took too long to come home.

But suddenly, she stopped. Instead of following me around, she hid in the basement.

She stopped waking me with a gentle paw to my cheek and, for the first time, wouldn’t sleep by my side.

Every morning, she groomed our other cat, though he never returned the favor. But on her last morning, too weak to clean herself, he finally licked her head. It was as if he knew.

Two days ago, we took her to the vet so she wouldn’t suffer. I held her as she received the injection.

A few minutes later, she arched back in my arms, mouth open - it scared me. It didn’t seem peaceful, but the vet assured me it was just her body shutting down. It was so hard to witness, but I needed to be there for her.

I’ve been crying every day since. Home feels empty without her. We had her cremated, and we’ll receive her ashes this week.

We still have two tabbies, but it’s not the same. A part of our family is gone. I miss her so much.

Joshua Blue
by: Steve in Dayton
We lost our sweet boy Joshua on November 5, 2014, at age 11. We have two older Maine Coons, but they were old souls from the start. Joshy, on the other hand, was forever young - always upbeat, adventurous, and obedient.

He had a rare form of cardiomyopathy (ARVC), which caused his right ventricle to deteriorate. There was little warning.

One day, he was happily chasing leaves in the backyard; days later, he was struggling to breathe. By Wednesday at 3 PM, he was gone - right before our eyes.

We did everything we could, including a $2,000 ER stay, but nothing could save him. Our hearts are broken.

Our princess, Fiona
by: Chrissy
Fiona was our baby girl. She went in for her routine grooming, was mildly sedated, and suddenly passed from a heart attack or stroke.

It happened just five days ago, and we are devastated. She was only 10. Her brother misses her dearly, and so do we.

I know time will help, but right now, the pain is unbearable - we just want her back. Fiona was the most beautiful cat, inside and out. There will be other wonderful cats in our future, but none will ever be quite like her.

My sweet baby Gucci
by: Tracy
On 8/26, my husband and I lost our beloved Gucci, and our lives will never be the same. The pain is still fresh.

Gucci was the love of my life, and I would give anything to go back and rethink my decision. I knew she was getting worse, and watching her suffer those last three days was unbearable.

But should I have waited? I struggle with that every day and fear I’ll never have closure. I just hope Gucci knows how much I love her - I would have given the world for her.

She gave me the best 12 ½ years of my life. I will see you at the Rainbow Bridge, my sweet baby Gucci.

Sly
I miss my boy, Sly, so much. He passed on August 18, 2014, after battling cardiomyopathy.

I always thought we’d have 20 years together, but he left me at 14. I think he must have been part Maine Coon - his looks and heart condition made me wonder.

Sly was more than a pet; he was my friend and comforted me through the hardest times. I love you, Sly, and I will meet you at the Rainbow Bridge. Love, Mommy.

Sweet one lost...
We lost our Maine Coon, Kookie, yesterday. He came to us after being abandoned due to a tragic family situation in the neighborhood.

We never got his papers, but he was at least 16 - an impressive age for his size and breed. He had a congenital lip and tongue condition and had lost a lot of weight by the time he passed from a chest mass that made it impossible to breathe. We miss him terribly.

It’s All About Monte
by: D. Fela
We got Monte from a wonderful breeder in Erie, PA, 12 years ago. He was born on 9/11/2002, which felt special from the start.

As a kitten, he learned to fetch a crumpled paper ball and even sit up pretty for his food - though he eventually retired from fetching. I

can recognize about 11 different meows, chirps, and sounds from him. He’s an indoor-only cat, very healthy, and incredibly smart.

He knows his reflection in the mirror isn’t another cat—he actually uses it to keep an eye on us! He doesn’t fall for TV tricks either.

Monte has been part of our lives for so long - married 39 years, always with cats by our side.

Gucci my love
by: Tracy & Jr
Mommy and Daddy miss you so much, Gucci. You will always be our love. I didn’t know what else to do - you were getting sicker, and I couldn’t bear to see you suffer.

You were 12 ½, my most precious baby. Now you can play and sleep, free from pain. I love you always, and you will forever be with me.

My Beloved Momo
by: Lifeflame
My beloved Momo passed on Sunday, 8/10/2014. He had just turned six. He was the light of my life.

He named himself. A little girl found him abandoned and asked, “What’s your name?” And he answered - Momo.

I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut. If I had known he was sick, he would have been at the vet in a heartbeat.

That day, I walked past him lying in his favorite spot, catching the cool breeze from the evaporative cooler. I bent down to tell him we’d sit on the porch later and share a treat.

Then he made an odd noise. I picked him up - he was already unconscious.

I rushed him to the vet, someone else driving. He died in my arms on the way. The vet said it was a stroke.

To everyone who has lost a beloved pet, my deepest condolences.

My old girl
by: Jason H
I’m interested in the Maine Coon lifespan because my kitty, Princess, is over 17. She has arthritis, and picking her up makes her grumpy because she’s sore.

She’s picky about food and has trouble eating, but she still plays and seems happy.

I know our time together is limited, and I find myself trying to prepare for the day she doesn’t wake up when I call her.

She’s been with me so long - she’ll always be my good kitty. Love every moment with your pets.

Re: Muschoo
by: Jullie
Thank you, Chris. That means a lot.

The finality really hit when I had to pick out her urn. Now, the house feels empty - no welcoming me home, no playful nighttime banter. I see her treats, her food, and feel the loss all over again.

Love your babies as much as possible. There were times Muschoo wanted affection, and I was busy.

Now that she’s gone, it’s those missed moments that haunt me. Maine Coons are truly the most gentle, loving, and loyal cats.

I’d love to hear from other Maine Coon owners and share in their stories. I don’t know when I’ll have another.

Sixteen years is a long commitment, and losing them is devastating. But while she was only part of my life, I was her whole world. That kind of love is something to treasure.

Thank you again.

My condolences, Julie. :'(
by: Chris
Julie, your beautiful post about Moshoo brought tears to my eyes. She sounds like she was the best. I'm so sorry for your loss. My cat, Dudley, is our gentle giant, and I can't imagine losing him. They are truly family.

RE: Muschoo post
by: Jullie
I apologize for the double post... I'm devastated, and I don't recommend posting while crying. I noticed typos and accidentally posted twice. I had copied my message before posting, and when it didn’t show up, I thought I did something wrong—so I reposted with her diagnosis attached.

P.S. Toward the end, I meant to say, "gave me everything," not "have." Thank you all—your posts have been such a comfort in my grief. Absolutely beautiful.

My Muschoo
by: Jullie
I lost my beautiful Muschoo today. It was so sudden - liver failure. She fought so hard, but I couldn’t let her suffer anymore. She was so sad and scared... I've never felt pain like this.

So many years together - her catching mice and curling up on my pillow, picking her own name from a Chinese food order, crossing her paws so elegantly, sleeping on my head, always needing a cupboard to call her own,

talking endlessly, grooming and even eating my hair, cuddling up to sleep with me, watching over me, giving me the one-eyed stare when she was annoyed, approving (or disapproving) everything, loving her beefy treats,

sitting with me when I was sick, head-butting and purring when I cried, her iconic question-mark tail, playing fetch, and always making things better—even if it meant dancing across the floor.

She gave me endless love and loyalty. My heart is broken. I hope I gave her a good life and that she knew how much I loved her.

She owned me, like a boss, and she knew it. I love you, Muschoo. I can't wait to see you again.

Missing My Maine Coon
I just lost my little boy yesterday, June 5, 2014. He showed no signs of illness and passed so quickly - only two years old.

I don’t know if he sensed it was coming, but he spent a lot of time with our other cat before he left us.

I took him to the animal hospital where I work, and they found it was his heart. He had a heart attack.

It breaks my heart knowing there was nothing I could have done to prevent it. I wish I had more time with him.

RIP My Best Buddy/ Walter
by: Kim
My Maine Coon, Walter, passed away in my arms on Tuesday, June 3, 2014. He was 14+ years old - my best buddy.

He followed me from room to room, waiting until I sat down so he could snuggle in. He only got up when I did. He was so smart - he’d meow, tap my leg, and run to the cabinet when he wanted a treat.

He even opened doors! Every morning, we had our bonding time - 20 to 30 minutes of brushing, which he loved.

I named him Walter after Walter Matthau. Today is my second day without him, and my heart is heavy with sadness.

He showed me unconditional love every day, and I will always love and miss him. Next week, I’ll pick up his ashes and keep him in his urn with his nameplate.

LIFE OF A MAINE COON
by: Marie Smith
Nine days ago, we lost our 8-year-old, 20-pound Maine Coon. He was so handsome and smart - my husband's best friend.

Every year, we took him to get shaved. He came home happy, ate, used the litter box, and then... he just collapsed. We came back to find him still warm. I tried CPR, but he was gone.

God bless you, Georgie. We got you as a six-week-old kitten, kept up with all your medical care, and still lost you at just eight years old.

Just 9 years for the best cat ever
by: Moschops
Our beloved Maine Coon passed away a month ago - just 9 years old.

I rescued him when he was about a year old, after he was hit by a car. I thought he wouldn’t make it, but the vet said he had a fighting chance. I agreed to foot the first few hundred dollars to try.

And he lived. A little banged up, but he amazed us with his strength. He became the sweetest, most loving companion we could have asked for.

We thought he’d be with us forever - at least into his late teens. We never even knew about the heart issues common in Maine Coons.

Then, eight years after we found him, one day…

Adopted a 10yr. old MC
My husband and I adopted a 10-year-old Maine Coon with periodontal disease from the Humane Society.

He was just days away from being euthanized due to the cost of surgery and his age. Almost two years later, he is the best friend we could ever ask for.

I have never once regretted the time, patience, or expense - it was worth every bit of it! He is now happy, comfortable, and playful. We love him so much!

Missing Our Dear Boy
by: Gwen Gibbs
We lost our beloved Maine Coon last weekend at 8 years and 3 months old. He went to the vet for a cat bite on his tail but sadly passed from heart failure.

His sister, Minnie, died at 7 from a neurological disease that affected her back legs. Losing both of them has left us absolutely heartbroken. I don’t think I can go through this again - no more cats for me.

We Lost Timmis Today
by: Richard & Audrey
Our sweet boy, Timmis, passed today at 19 years old. A dark grey and black-striped Maine Coon, he always seemed to struggle with his health, but he was happy, and we loved him dearly. Rest in peace, little friend.

19 and hanging in there!
by: Dave Mclean
My old boy, Basil, is now 19. He’s just skin and bone, deaf as a post, and a little forgetful, but he’s not in any pain, so we’re hoping he stays with us a bit longer.

My daughter, 15, wishes he could simply fall asleep in her wardrobe and never wake up, but these days, he can barely get onto a chair, let alone climb up there.

He’s always been clean and well-behaved - if a bit aloof and arrogant, as Maine Coons tend to be.

We’ll miss him when the time comes, but we’ll only have great memories. He’ll be buried next to his brother, who passed a few years ago.

To Wenyi
by: Dorianne
To everyone who has lost their Maine Coon friends, I’m so sorry for your loss.

Mine is 15 and not doing well this weekend. I’m bracing myself for what might come.

To Wenyi’s owner, what happened was heartbreaking. Your sweet cat’s spirit is still with you, and I hope you find comfort in that.

I'm So Sorry
by: Regina
My heart goes out to everyone who has lost their beloved Maine Coons. Reading these stories brought tears to my eyes.

My Coonie, George, turned 10 on October 8th, and I dread the day he has to leave me. I lost my Oriental cat, Winston, last year - he would have been 19 this Christmas. I pray George lives just as long.

Seeing that Maine Coons typically live 12 to 15 years made my heart sink—no, he has to stay with me longer than that! But hearing about those who’ve lived well into their late teens gives me hope.

Much love to you and your Coonies, and peace to those who have lost theirs.

Lilly Anne & Liam alexander
by: judy
I have twin Maine Coons, 18 months old, and they drive us crazy racing around the house, playing tag with each other. I love them to pieces! I’ve raised all kinds of breeds, but these two are by far the most easygoing.

Never Gets Easy
by: nixonpatterson
I'm reading all your stories about your Maine Coons. My MaeMae will be gone by next December; she’ll be 22. I still miss her every day.

She loved me as much as I loved her. I'm not sure if I'll get another Maine Coon, but I would like to. It never gets easy. I still miss her.

My big maine coon cat...
by: Wenyi
I had a domestic longhair from a shelter. They found him and his siblings in a truck.

He looked just like a Maine Coon - big, with gorgeous fur, very smart, and always greeted me when I came home. He protected us and our other cat.

He lived to 14 years and seemed like he could’ve made it to 20. But one day, while outside, he was chased by my roommate's dog.

Then, another unleashed dog attacked him right outside our lawn.

I wasn’t there to help. When I came out, I saw him dying, looking at me with sad, fearful eyes. I didn’t know dogs could be so vicious.

The dog's owner always hated us and let his dog roam free, leaving messes in our yard.

If only I had proof, I'd want that evil man to be punished for what he did. RIP, Kirby.

RIP Kirby
Kirby lived a healthy, happy life until this year, when she developed chronic kidney disease. At age 11, we had to put her down. I miss you, Kirby.

Ours is 16 and still going strong
Our 16-year-old is probably a Maine Coon mix. He has all the classic features, including tufted paws and water-resistant fur.

He's been healthy all his life with minimal vet visits and is still playful and active. He loves water, "talks" to us, walks on a leash, and is one of the smartest cats we've ever had.

He knows a surprising number of phrases and quickly learned all the house rules. He's also learned how to work the system.

When we mop the floor and put the chairs on the table, he figures out that sitting on the chair on the table won’t get him in trouble. He does it with such a smug, pleased look!

13 year old Maine Coon
by: Carolyn, New Mexico
Missy is the best cat I've ever had. She came to us as a starved kitten, about 6 weeks old. We took her to the vet, and she was spayed at 3 months.

She’s been healthy and lives outside, where I feed her Iams Hairball food. She spends most of her time on our back patio, sleeping, but still plays and catches birds once in a while.

It saddens me to think we might lose her soon. She’s brought so much joy to our lives. My husband never liked cats until Missy came along.

Now, she follows him everywhere, and he loves her dearly. She jumps in his lap, and he pets her while she lays down. She's a smart cat.

I have her groomed once a year with a lion cut. She's black with yellow eyes.

Praying for a long life
by: Jenifer
Monte, my Maine Coon, is 10 years old. I miss him so much. I had to leave him with my mom when I moved for work.

I cry a lot, praying he lives a long life so I can bring him home again. Stories of cats living 15+ years give me hope. I pray Monte lives to be 25! I miss him so much, my heart hurts.

Cloudy
by: Tatyana
My beautiful male Maine Coon, Cloudy, passed away in February 2013 at 13 years old from kidney failure. He suddenly stopped eating and deteriorated quickly over two weeks. Despite trying all possible treatments, nothing helped.

Cloudy was my best buddy and companion, and I miss him horribly. He was mostly an indoor cat, but he loved to hang outside in the summer and was an amazing hunter.

I now realize how blessed I was to have him as my pet for all those years. He had an incredible personality, and I will always miss him.

Radar
by: Dreamin'
My Maine Coon, Radar, is turning 17 in a few months and still acts like a kitten. He weighs about 19-21 lbs (I haven’t weighed him in a while).

He still has the same pitiful meow he had as a kitten. The only time he roars is when he’s scared - like when I put him in a cat carrier!

He’s never had any health issues, though I did have him neutered as a kitten (I wish I had never declawed him).

Radar can have a bit of an attitude from time to time. He doesn’t get along with other cats, but he’s fine with dogs. He’s very territorial, and if he’s tired of being petted, he’ll draw blood to make you stop.

P.S. Every time my family and I go on vacation, Radar attacks each of us on the legs when we return.

He draws blood from each of us for "abandoning" him while we were gone! Does anyone else have a Maine Coon like mine, or did I just luck out? >_> 

My boy Orion
by: Sam
Today, I lost my beloved Maine Coon, Orion. He was 15 years old and truly the light of my life.

When my husband passed away three years ago, Orion was my comfort. He was always there for me, and I loved him with all my heart for the 15 years we had together. I will love him forever.

He passed away suddenly while we were watching TV together. I’ll miss him dearly, but I know we’ll be reunited one day. My heart goes out to anyone who’s lost a cherished pet. God bless you all.

14 years old and acts like a kitten
My Maine Coon is turning 14 next month! I got her when she was 1, and she still plays with her fake mice like she did when she was younger.

The only health issue she’s had was a UTI once. I’ve been worried lately because of her age, but I think she’s going to outlive me!

She’s an indoor cat, and unlike my other cats, I haven’t seen any signs of aging in her at all!

Eye Care for Maine Coon Cats
by: Marta Rodriguez
My beautiful Maine Coon, Jarppi, has developed an eye issue. One eye is almost closed, but not completely. This happened with his left eye before, and after a 10-day course of medication, it improved.

Now his right eye is showing the same signs. I’ve been applying the same medication prescribed by the vet.

There’s no discharge, but the inside of the eye looks a bit reddish. I’m really concerned about him and would appreciate any suggestions or advice. He’ll be 1 year old on March 29th. Thank you. - Marta

17-18 years old
We just lost our Maine Coon after 15 wonderful years. He was already an adult when we adopted him, so he was likely a few years old when he joined us. He was loved so much.

In his final months, his back leg gave out, and he dragged it behind him as he hopped around. It was a slow limp that got worse over time. We believe it was bone cancer. The hardest thing I ever had to do was say, “It’s time.”

Lucy
by: Helen
It’s been four months since my little Lou passed, and I still feel like I failed her. I was going through some personal issues and had to move to an apartment with the cats.

Now, with a new house, I can’t help but feel guilty for not bringing her with me, even though I only have her ashes.

I still have her brother, all 23 lbs of him, so maybe that’s why I feel like I’m going crazy. Does anyone else feel this way after losing a cat?

Three Maine Coons!!
by: Joe wi.
I have three Maine Coons, aged 13, 10, and 9. I can’t imagine life without them. They can tell when things are going well and when life is rough.

I went through a stressful time with my wife due to a legal process, and my cats were stressed too - they wouldn’t eat. But when I’m happy, they’re attentive and healthy.

The oldest, Junior, wakes me up at 5:15 AM every day to go to work and feed him. My second cat, Flea, kneads my head and opens and closes sliding doors to get to his food. My third cat, Tick, begs for food and alerts me to any changes.

My cats are incredibly intelligent and aware of their surroundings. If something were to happen, I know they’d let me know. Funny, I used to be a dog person, but now I know better!

My beloved Kiki
This morning, I found my girl, Kiki, lying on her side in the kitchen. I knew something was wrong; she would never sleep on the hard floor.

Kiki would have turned 11 in a week, and I always thought because of her great health and being strictly indoors, she’d live to be 20 or so.

It was a shock to find her dead in the kitchen. My son had just fed her and left for school. Ten minutes later, she keeled over.

The vet said it was likely a heart attack, but I’m relieved she didn’t suffer. It happened so quickly.

Kiki was my best friend through so much. I’ll always miss my beautiful girl.

I'm so sorry
by: CM
I just want to say that I cried along with all of you reading these posts. I love my red tabby Maine Coon with all my heart, and the thought of losing him is unbearable. 

He's not yet 2, but he is the light of my life. My thoughts, love, and prayers are with you all - your pets and those who have crossed over to the Rainbow Bridge.

Jack
by: Debbie
My Maine Coon Jack is almost 12. His stray mother left when he was just 4 weeks old.

She had two black kittens and two orange ones, and Jack was the only dark gray one. No one wanted him, and the others were quickly adopted. I took Jack home because he was meant for me.

He loves to play, be petted, and just purrs nonstop. I lost a 16-year-old tabby tiger to thyroid issues and a 10-year-old German Shepherd to cancer in 2012.

Jack still looks around for them, and it breaks my heart. But my buddy Jack is a joyful blessing.

I miss my Maine Coon
by: nixonpatterson
I lost my Maine Coon today, December 7, 2012. Her full name was Garther Mae, after my grandfather, but I always called her Mae Mae.

She was a regular pet of the week on a TV station I worked for, coming back several times after families returned her, claiming she was "crazy." The vet advised against adopting her, but I liked a challenge.

She had to learn to be a loving cat, but with time, she became so affectionate. She even knew when I was sick. I had her for 7 years, though she might have been 7 when I adopted her.

Mae Mae was my alarm clock every morning, demanding breakfast on time! I miss her so much and will always love her.

I wish she didn’t pass during the holiday season while I’m sick, but I’m grateful for the time we had together. RIP Mae Mae, you made my life fuller and more wonderful.

sorry for your Loss
by: Helen
To T.J.'s family, I’m so sorry for your loss. I know words can’t comfort you, but I want to share that I’ve had to say goodbye to two Maine Coons. One just three weeks ago.

I stayed with them because I couldn’t bear being apart. It’s so hard, but you did the right thing. Maine Coons are known for heart issues, and the one I lost 12 years ago also needed an oxygen tank.

If it helps, think of it as you would for yourself - wanting to be let go peacefully when you're weak. May God wrap his arms around you.

T. J. our wonderful cat
by: The Banfill Family
Our beloved T.J. passed away at just 1 year and 5 months old from heart failure, after complications following his neutering.

He developed crystals, spent days recovering, and seemed ready to come home. But then he started having breathing problems.

Despite being put in an oxygen chamber for 24 hours at the animal hospital, we had to make the heartbreaking decision to let him go.

We were never prepared for this, but we’re so thankful for the short time we had with him. We’ll always remember our big T.J. and hope to meet him again in another Maine Coon. God knows how much we love him.

The passing of Lucy
by: Helen
Lucy, my precious Maine Coon, passed away on Monday. She was a gift to me 12 years ago when my other Maine Coon, Koko, passed away from CHF. Lucy was 12 when she left me.

I tried everything to save her, but she lost 5 lbs in a week, and I knew it was time. On Sunday, I couldn’t even get her to eat, so we were on formula. I stayed by her side, sleeping on the floor with her, holding her as the vet helped her cross over.

She’s been with me through all my pain and loved me unconditionally. I still have her brother, Big Boy, who is 11 and weighs 23 lbs. I feel like I failed her, but I know she knew how much I loved her.

Maine Coons can live into 20's
I’ve had 4 male Maine Coons in my life. Buddley was a sweet love bug who passed at 14 from heart issues.

His companion, "Little Guy," was a 21-pound Maine Coon/Norwegian Forest Mix who lived to 23. We were all with him when he passed peacefully.

Leo and Maxx, now 5 1/2, are our current Maine Coons. Leo is 24 lbs, Maxx is 19 lbs, and neither is overweight according to the vet.

Our first two were indoor-outdoor cats and received regular vet care throughout their lives. Leo broke his hip at 2 when he got startled, but he had surgery and recovered.

Now, Leo and Maxx are indoor-only cats, but I hope to see these two reach their 20s just like the others.

My Handsome Jonathan
by: Joy
I lost Jonathan, my beloved Maine Coon, three weeks ago. It was so sudden.

He had a hairball, had it removed, but then developed a bacterial infection that spread throughout his system. I had to make the heartbreaking decision to have him euthanized.

I'm devastated. He was my best friend for 10 ½ years, always by my side, morning, noon, and night. Life will never be the same without him.

The sadness doesn’t seem to ease, and I keep seeing him all over the house. I just can’t accept that he’s gone. I pray that his soul will always be with me.

Becci
My Maine Coon/Persian mix (95% Maine Coon) lived mostly outdoors and made it to 19 years old. I really miss her.

My boy Beau
Beau is 16, and I take him to the vet quarterly. He's been diagnosed with kidney, thyroid, and heart murmur issues, but he keeps going strong.

He's as sweet as ever, and the vet thinks he could be with us for a few more years. Please keep your fingers crossed for him! Thanks!

sorry for your loss
by: Ryan Dumas
Jamey, Jasmin did the same thing. I think she hung on until I could say goodbye.

She also nibbled on my chin... weird, right? Must be a Maine Coon thing. I know how you feel. I'm sorry for your loss.

Gone But Not Forgotten
by: Jamey from Tucson
Just an update from my last post - Baby Boy passed away on July 24th around 11 a.m. That morning, I woke up with a sense that he might have passed during the night.

I found him in our second bathroom, lying on his belly facing the wall. I said hello, told him I loved him, and gave him a good head scratch before stepping outside for a cigarette.

When I came back inside, I found him on his side in the living room. I knew it was bad. He hadn’t lain down like that in the past few days. I knelt by him, gave him more love, and told him how great he was, how much he meant to me. I cried (yes, I admit it, even though I'm a grown man).

I woke my wife, and we spent the last 20 minutes of his life with him, crying and telling him to let go. "We’re here with you, old friend. We’ll see you soon." As we loved on him, he took his last breaths.

I called the vet right away, but he didn’t last long enough to see them. I had one wish during this difficult week: to be there with him, holding his paw during his last moments.

I often hear how cats pass when no one is around, but Baby Boy waited for me to wake up and be with him.

He even came out to the living room to be close to us. I miss him so much. He was my dear friend. We had 12 wonderful years together, and I couldn’t have asked for a better companion.

The whole family misses him, but I especially do. He was one of a kind.

Here's a picture of him when he first came to us as a kitten. He didn't have ID, and I searched for lost posters, but never found any.

This tribute is for you, my friend. I love you and will always miss you. I think about you every minute. I will see you again someday, and I can rub your soft head and have you nibble on my chin.

Love, forever and always,
Your dearest friend,
Jamey

Baby Boy
by: Jamey
Baby Boy, our Maine Coon, is going on 12 years old. I fear he only has a few days left. Let me tell you how he came into our lives.

My all-black cat, Missy, passed away suddenly, and it left me heartbroken. Just a week later, I heard a soft meow at the door. I opened it, and there was Baby Boy - just a kitten, about four months old.

It's strange how he showed up right after Missy passed. He was the prettiest cat I had ever seen. We’ve had an amazing bond, and he really embodies the spirit of Missy.

It breaks my heart to see him now. He’s withdrawn, no longer the playful, loving cat he once was.

He’s seeking out dark, cool spots and has barely eaten. I know his time is near, and it's hard to accept. But I’m thankful to know that the end is coming.

I’ve been showering him with love and trying to keep him comfortable. I’ll miss him so much when he’s gone. I wanted to share this tribute to him after reading others' posts.

He’s still with us, but I wanted to say, losing a friend like this just sucks. Be strong and show your cat love while you have them - whether it's their last week, day, or month.

I love you, my big, soft, fluffy kitty. We’ll miss you when you’re gone, but we’re so grateful for the time we’ve had with you.

Jamey from Tucson, AZ

My two boys
by: Steph
I just buried my second Maine Coon in eight years. Both died from cardiomyopathy.

Jack had a sudden heart attack right in front of me on the bed at just 26 months old. Eddie passed away on 5/14/12 after being symptomatic for about a week.

His kidneys failed from Lasix and the other nine daily pills. The doctor’s efforts were a long shot, as heart disease is often silent.

I took Eddie to the vet on Monday because he wasn’t acting like himself, and by the following Monday, I was told he had about a week to live. Putting him to sleep still makes my stomach turn.

Eddie was my best friend for eight years - he was a big talker, very affectionate, and well-loved by the whole family.

Jack was quieter but had a great personality. They are buried side by side at our Humane Society cemetery, each with a granite headstone and a heartfelt inscription.

Both of my boys were deeply loved and loved me back. I will miss them forever.

Jasmin
by: Ryan Dumas
Jasmin was almost 16 when I lost her on July 3. When I came home, she didn’t respond to my calls. I found her under a tool cart in the garage.

After I freed her, she had a seizure and passed away in my arms. She had one previous seizure, and I’ve heard this can be a common issue in Maine Coons.

Her vet didn't think medication was necessary after the first episode, though it may not have helped anyway.

I was so lucky to have had such a wonderful time with her. She wasn’t just a cat; she was my daughter, my best friend, my everything.

When I told the vet, he was heartbroken and said, "She did everything I asked... she was more like a person than a cat."

After having many different breeds over the years, I can truly say there's something special about Maine Coons. Jasmin was certainly one of a kind.

Heartfelt greetings to Jacob's Daddy
by: Steve in Barcelona
Hi! Your post really touched me. I had a similar experience in August when I had to make the hardest decision of my life - putting my beloved Lola down due to breast cancer.

I think of her every day, just as I’m sure you do of Jacob. My heart goes out to you.

My Little Man
by: Jacob's Daddy
Jacob came into my life in 1995, and for 17 years, he was an important member of our family - a little man in a cat suit.

He passed away yesterday from kidney failure, and I made the difficult decision to help him pass peacefully. While it was heartbreaking, I’m relieved he is no longer in pain.

It will take time to adjust to life without him. Jacob always had a special place in my heart, and he will remain there forever. He was one of the best friends I’ve ever had.

Main Coon Female
I adopted a brother and sister Maine Coon nearly 20 years ago. The brother passed away young, possibly from a stroke or poisoning (he was an outdoor cat).

The sister is still with us and will turn 20 on April Fools' Day, 2012. She had one litter before we had her fixed, and since then, she’s never been to the vet. Guess the joke's on us! I never expected to have a cat live this long.

Life Expectancy
My indoor Maine Coon just turned 16 this past April. A year ago, he developed hyperthyroidism, but he’s doing well on daily medication.

The vet says he’s otherwise healthy, and I’m hoping he’ll live well into his 20s.

The Life Span of Rump
My beloved Maine Coon, Rump, lived from September 28, 1994, to August 18, 2011. We had him for 14 wonderful years, and we cherished every minute.

At 12, he suffered serious renal failure and later had a poisoning episode, but he recovered both times.

Three months ago, he went blind and gradually lost the use of his hind legs. His pain became unbearable, and after a severe seizure, we made the heartbreaking decision to let him go.

The day before his passing, hummingbirds surrounded his body as he lay in the grass. I believe they were God's messengers, telling him he had three days left. We will always miss him. <3
Shirley, speaking for Rump (Love is Eternal) <3

Goofy Coal
We've had our goofy, wonderful Maine Coon, Coal, for over 14 years. He’s still going strong with no signs of slowing down!

Early Passing of a Silver Tabby
by: Teddy here in Astoria,NY
I recently lost my silver tabby, "The Prince," at just 3 years old. He passed away from a heart attack.

My father and I are heartbroken, but we’re planning to get another one soon.

Sincerely,
Teddy in Astoria, Queens, NYC

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