Since Saturday she wouldn't even eat her tuna. I bought all kinds of cat food that weekend just to see if she could eat something. This time was different. Monday morning Oct 7th, I woke up and ran to the den, she was not there. I looked in our bedroom and found her sleeping under our armoire, this was her little dark safe place. her breathing was shallow and I just had a feeling that she may leave me today. I kissed her goodbye before I left for work. I called my husband from work and asked him to take her downstairs which is where her litter box was and I also suggested trying to give her some tuna. He just said I think we better give away all her food. Right then I knew what I had been dreading to hear. He said she was gone. I thought my heart was being ripped right out of me. I was so distraught I left work and came home to be with her, even if she was gone. I had to see her. Chiquita had lived a long life. She was eighteen years old. A few years ago she was diagnosed with a hyperactive thyroid. I had been giving her medicine and she was doing ok. She brought so much joy to our lives. I will never forget her.