tele_mark says:
It saddens me to reports that I had to let my dear Ivan go during surgery today. He was stabilizing on weight loss, and had a good appetite, but the doctor wanted to take another ultrasound because she couldn't see behind his stomach the last time, which was full. Today was just supposed to be a routine follow-up, but I knew something was wrong because he was only holding weight, not gaining. She found a mass during the ultrasound and I elected for surgery. While they had him open, they found that he had an intestinal tumor, just as Robocat had, but it had spread to his liver. I almost allowed them to close him up and bring him home, but like Robocat, I couldn't allow my baby to go down hill, and let him go gently while asleep on the table.
Ivan was adopted out at 8 weeks old, and the family brought him back to me at 2 years old when he wasn't "cute" anymore, amazingly giving me a chance to take him back before they brought him to a shelter. Out of the 4 brothers that were adopted out, he will always be my miracle kitten that came back to me. Out of that family of 7 (8 counting the feral father), only Floppy is left. Good-by sweet Ivan, until we're together again....