Last week, our kitty was his normal self. He rolled and begged for pets and climbed into your lap.

Then it turned very cold and rainy on Friday and he hung out a bit on his chair with his blanket in the basement. The basement is finished and warmer actually than upstairs, so We didn't think much of it, until he refused treats yesterday morning. He still wasn't himself when I got home from work, so we took him to the vet today. Vet said his lungs were full of fluid. It was either cancer or pneumonia, but given the speed, most likely pneumonia. He was too weak to do a biopsy to know for sure.

They gave him some fluids to rehydrate him. We started him on antibiotics today, but tonight, his breathing got more labored. DH just took him to the 24 hour vet while I stay home with the sleeping 2 year old.

I've had him for 14 years since he was a tiny kitten. DH has only had him 11 years, but he has been DH's cat all of that time. They instantly fell for each other. And this kitty adores my daughter. He would roll and flip so she would pet him. He would sit n the chair next to her while she had her breakfast. It just feels so unbelievable that he was fine last week and struggling to breathe tonight.

DH is handling it way better than I am. I give him a lot of credit for that.