One of our cats is ill. Had to take her to the ER vet on Saturday - ragged breathing, lethargic, not eating/drinking. Found fluid buildup around her lungs, drained, X-rays done, ruled out cancer so they suspect congestive heart failure. We could do more tests to confirm, but the outlook is still very poor, 6-8 months at best and only if everything is perfect. They had her on Oxygen for 12 hours, and she had perked up when she got home that night. Ate a little, drank, and was purring. However, it appears the fluid has continued to build and her breathing/energy has worsened. Her strength has weakened, and although she is still eating/drinking, it only happens when I bring a little to her. As a result we have made the difficult decision to let her go. We will have another 24 hours with her, and tomorrow we will take her to the vet for the last time. Her name is Padme - our son named her when we adopted her. At the time he had just begun to be introduced to the Star Wars movies, and he chose Padme as her name. We adopted her and her brother from the shelter - my wife had wanted an orange cat to call Bartlet, and I stumbled upon him at the shelter as a recent resident. When we arrived as a family to look at him and get him when they first opened that morning (they were too young to adopt earlier when I saw him first), we were told that he was found with his sister in a storm drain, and brought to the shelter. Naturally I couldn't bear to split them up, so one cat adoption became two, some 12 years ago now. She was a great cat, and more than the others she really latched onto me. We bought a double recliner for the game/lego/office room last year. Since we started working from home she has spent the days curled up next to me on the recliner since I run my laptop to the TV to work from. At night she insists on laying in the middle of the bed - she is very jealous of my wife as we discovered some years back. Around that same time frame she started jumping on my shoulders in the morning, so she could survey her domain before everyone else got up, and frequently would ask for rides at other times of the day as well. Just within the last year or so she decided she really liked having a pillow to sleep on at night, so a spare pillow sits on the bed between us for her to sleep on. In fact, every night until recently she insists on blocking the TV from my wife while she tries to get settled, asserting her position in the house. When my son would build Lego she insisted on being in the middle to "help" by laying on the actual Lego pile, laying on the instructions, or batting at things when he would reach for them. She would walk into the camera during zoom meetings, and swipe and chew on my pen as I was writing. She especially enjoyed chasing wrinkles in the sheets and blankets when we made the bed, and had a favorite string worm that she would chase on top of the bed as well. She loved jumping on the blanket as I flipped it straight and laid it on the bed each morning as well. She was, in many ways, the quintessential cat. The world existed for her and her alone, and while she tolerated the others in the house, both cats and humans, she bonded with me, and my son filled in when I was not there (much to his happiness and joy). Padme was one of a number of most excellent cat companions I have had over the years. This moment has never gotten easier, and I do not look forward to tomorrow. It will be difficult, but I will hold her to the very end, and wish her safe travels on this next journey that she must take alone. She will be missed.