I took my 19 year old cat to the vet today; he hasn't been himself for a few days. I half-expected bad news. I got it. Pancreatic cancer with apparent mets to the liver and likely thyroid. A few more minor problems added to the complications; liver and kidney function down. Squeaky had a really good life for 19 years. I love him. I will miss him until I die. This is my last photo of him, sitting in his favorite chair on the sun porch. Good bye, buddy.