We knew this day was coming, I just really hoped it wouldn't be this soon.
Annie has been doing okay, but yesterday the tumor started to get in her way for the first time. I heard her crying in the litter box, and when I went downstairs, she was squatting in the box. She was able to pee, but I think the position was causing pressure on the tumor, because once she finished and came upstairs, she was normal again.
Normal is a relative term, though. She's been sleeping way more than normal, and on the couch, when she would normally wedge herself between us in the bed.
I called the vet yesterday and booked her in for this morning. She probably had more time left, but not much, and at nearly 19, I think she was entitled to leave the party before it got painful.
Harriet and Nicky have noticed her absence, but that's it. I'm not sure how much of a behavioral shift there will be now that there are only two.