We took her to the vet a couple of weeks ago because she was wheezing. They took x-rays, said it was asthma, we were prescribed an inhaler for her (along with a air chamber for cats). It seemed to help a little. Then she got worse, we took her in Wednesday morning, they did more x-rays, and she had a couple masses in her chest. She was a 16 year old diabetic cat, so we didn't think she could handle a visit to the radiologist and surgery.
We brought her home kept her comfortable, hugged and cuddled with her. I woke up at almost 3 am this morning, with an uncontrollable urge to check on her. I did, and she was gone. I've never cried so hard in my life.
She was a wonderful kitty, and she will be greatly missed.