My sister and nephew's cat Han Solo looks like he's on his way out. Labored (sorry Tony) breathing, lethargic, stopped grooming himself...Vet thinks he's got a tumor...big money to even roll the dice, so it's probably time to start saying our goodbyes.
He's a little legend of a cat. Never had his balls clipped, so he used to go on week long treks looking for pussy, and he'd come back scratched and clawed up, but quite pleased with himself. Never doled out the charms willy nilly, you had to have patience. But once he decided to lay on your lap, it was worth the wait. Big purr ball.
So now he's pretty much an indoor cat, lying around breathing funny. He wouldn't like it if we felt bad for him, so I won't. He had a good run, living on his own cat terms.