Hi -- am struggling to deal with the rapid decline my 17 year old Maine Coon has suffered. She has not been eating right for weeks, then stopped going downstairs. We had the travelling vet in early this week (as she's so afraid of vets I knew a visit would stress her) and they did blood work. Thought it would be chronic kidney failure which you can treat for a time with diet, but today they told us it's her liver, and they have to do an ultra sound on Monday. If it's cancer, we're going to have to put her to sleep. If it's a certain liver disease, she could get better. But we had to take her to the kitty hospital today so she can make it through till the ultrasound and they can start the recoup diet/intravenous therapy they would use if it isn't cancer. As she got older, I knew she would pass some day. I had two cats before her (they all were rescues, arriving within a few years of each other) and the other two went to that big catnip farm years ago. She's always been my favorite -- she's gorgeous and snotty and nasty to everyone but us, but she slept next to my tummy in the winters and ... well it's been a long time that she's been my sweetest special girl. Her undercoat was like chinchilla -- so so soft. And she was a tabby smoke mix so more gorgeous than anything. I'm numb. Did NOT want to go the hospital route -- but I couldn't just leave her home for two days not eating and getting weaker and weaker waiting for the ultrasound/cancer information, thinking the fluids and diet and intravenous feeding might bring her back and I did nothing. Anyway -- I'm just writing this all out because I knew it would help. We just have to wait and see and I think that is the hardest part.