As we went to bed last night, Ricochet started making funny noises, a type of panting, so we let him into the hall so he could get some water. He made it into the hallway and then stumbled. I took him to the water in the kitchen and he wouldn't get up. He opened his mouth just a bit (and let out a little yip) and then went limp.
I got Ricochet almost 14 years ago at the Arlington Welfare League, he was already 3 and a half years old.
I'm certain that his quality of life was not only better, but much longer than if I had not picked him that day at the shelter. He improved my quality of life as well. He was a good cat and we will miss him.