My turn to bring things down...... sorry. We have five - black brother and sisters, found abandoned in a box as kittens, that the wife (then girlfriend) and I got in 2013, a tabby brother and sister we got when we moved house in 2017 and a tortoiseshell girl we got around 2019. I'll post pics at some point.
The sister of the original pair, Jessie is literally and figuratively my shadow. She adores me- when she was small she used to sit on my shoulder, purr and give me constant headbumps. She's the bottom of the cat heirachy and always gets pushed out at treat time and gets the last choice of sleeping spot, but I always love an underdog (undercat?) so we've always had a bond. When we used to live in a quieter area she used to come out for walks round the block with me- the only cat I've ever had that does that!
Anyway, about three weeks ago she was off her food and pooing and peeing indoors, which was totally uncharacteristic, so we got her referred and after a barrage of tests, it's cancer. We don't know what form and probably won't, but one type gives her days, the other possibly months. I think it's the former as she's deteriorating, but she's on steroids which at least gives her a little time and I have to say has dramatically perked her up. Sometimes apart from being skinny you wouldn't know she's ill, at other times she seems very tired. We're giving her literally whatever she wants to eat- treats, cat milk, anything.... I mean it's not going to kill her is it!
Sooner or later, and I suspect sooner, we'll have to make a decision but for now she's getting all the love.