Ever since he was a kitten, Coda was special. He loved me with a passion, and I returned the favor. He sat on my bed every night, even the night before he died. The vet diagnosed him with an aggressive cancer that was eating him from the inside out; he had lost a lot of weight and had stopped eating. I was crushed. I was allowed to have him home for one last day, but it didn't even seem like him anymore. His will to live was gone, almost like he had finally accepted the defeat that he was fighting against for so long. I'm sure he's in heaven now, if God was looking for another angel, I'm sure he wouldn't mind if it was covered with fur.