Came home from my mom's house on Christmas day to find Braveheart, my cat, dead on my living room floor. He was one of the few animals I was very close with. I love all my pets, but Brave wasn't just a pet. I was his human as much as he was my cat. My boy. The kind of cat that always showed up for a snuggle when you needed it most. My mom looked him over, and said his lungs were very enlarged, and his ribcage swollen with fluids - it looked like the very final stages of advanced lung tumors. He had started coughing about a week prior - like he always does this time of year. He gets a cold, the vets gave us a lysine supplement to boost his immune system. The tears still won't stop coming. We have plans to bury him in the spring, and plant a tree over him, probably an oak. He lived a good long life (about 13 years).