Our wonderful 9.5-year-old was diagnosed with lymphoma in February of 2019. He did incredibly well with chemo and was such a trooper, but the lymphoma came back with a vengeance this week, 'causing him to start to lose his appetite on Wednesday and affecting his breathing and energy by Thursday morning. And after he failed to bounce back after "rescue" chemo, fluids, two chest fluid taps, and oxygen treatments, we agreed with his oncologist and the emergency care doctor that it was time to say goodbye. We got to hold him one last time and have a minute of purrs and snuggles with him and I held him while the vet administered the euthanasia drugs. RIP Ace Face.