Billy, my kitty, who is suppose to turn 18 in February, who joined our family 3 months after we got married, had to go to the vet today. The vet found at least 4 tumors in her chest, additionally she has stomach and/or intestinal cancer. She normally weighs 11-12 pounds and has a pretty big body structure, but she's down to 7.5 pounds and is emaciated. Unfortunately, it's terminal, but the vet said we don't have to put her down immediately. Which is good that it gives us some more time to love her and spoil her even more. We need to pay close attention to her discomfort level and how much she's eating. Which isn't much now - she doesn't even finish 1 small can of cat food a day. But she will eat cooked chicken a couple of times a day and the vet said it's ok to feed her as much chicken she will eat and keep down. But it's hard to tell how uncomfortable she is. She's the most laid back kitty, nothing seems to bother her. She still jumps on the couch and purrs and acts satisfied and happy. But she has been walking more tenderly and slowly than she was just a few weeks ago. I think I have cried more in one day than I have the whole year.