I am not really asking for advice, just good thoughts. Suede is my daughters 16ish year old rescue - vet estimates his age. She got him when she was living with a bunch of other young people in a converted firehouse - he came with the place, sort of a communal cat. When he started having health issues, no one wanted to take responsibility for him other than my daughter, so when she moved, she took him with her. He has been previously diagnosed with the beginnings of chronic renal failure and high blood pressure. He is on medications for these problems. She noticed him losing weight and showing little interest in eating so back to the vet they went. After a multitude of tests and a hefty vet bill she was told he could have IBD or lymphoma. She was given the option of a biopsy to narrow the diagnosis down, but given his previous health issues decided not to. He was put on steroids. 2 weeks have passed and he still isn't eating other than a nibble here and there even though he was given an appetite stimulant. She is syringe feeding him right now. She called me last night, crying because she knows the time to make the decision that we all live in fear of is near. My daughter is beside herself with worry, guilt and fear - second guessing every decision. Suede is still coming to greet her when she comes home from work and cuddling with her at night - sleeps with his head on her shoulder, every night so I don't think it is quite time yet. I am worried about Suede of course, but more worried about her.
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I love the name Suede and, as you already know, he has lived a truly wonderful life full of compassion and care thanks to your daughter. We will be thinking of you both tomorrow and sending special thoughts to Suede as he makes his journey to the Bridge. 
