Not exactly what I wanted to hear, but what I knew. Poor little guy. He just got worse and worse as the day went on. By the time Chad the vet saw him, I was basically just waiting for a second opinion.
Intestinal tumors, definately one huge one, possibly a second one. No need to do x-rays or blood work, Sutu was practically comatose by then.
As always, not the decision I wanted to make, but the right one to make. I've never had a doubt when it came down to the moment to decide. Every time, I've known that it was the absolute right thing to do. And no different today.
So, we buried him out in the cat cemetary with Miss Kitty and Conan. I let the kittens see his body before we did, it seemed to help Sutu when Miss Kitty died. Thor stayed with him and seemed to recognize what had happened, he sniffed and nuzzled a bit.
Loki, on the other hand, hissed and ran and is still hiding under the bed. I'm half worried because he was the closest to Sutu. But Loki also spent most of the day going in the cabinet where Sutu was hiding, checking on him, so I think he knew something was happening.
So in memory of my scaredy-est of scaredy cats, one of my favorites pictures: