"He was purring and put is little head down on my lap and fell fast asleep. I felt so good that he could be at peace and feel safe and be cozy. I'm not sure who benefited more, him or me! lol"

Isn't that a good feeling! Like Barney, my Diego has a condition that no-one can do anything about except to use drugs for as long as they will help. (By the way, Pred. really help to shrink a facial tumor that one of my fosters had, so hopefully they will help the one on Barney's head.) As Diego is cuddled warmly into my side, I picture him huddled down, wet, cold and fearful, in some city hiding place he has found, suffering through the pain of the bb-gun pellets in his body, and then the massive wound to his neck made by a racoon (probably over food), and I look down at him and think "At least I can give you this, warmth, safety, comfort, a full tum." Somehow it's important for me to do this since I can't do anything about the condition that will kill him very soon, otherwise I'd feel it was all hopeless. I think it's something cats do so very well, take the good stuff and enjoy it to its fullest extent and suffer through the bad - especially those who have had to live on the streets.

I appreciate the fact that you are posting daily updates since I look forward to this "blog". I can only access PT at work now so I'm going to miss Barney updates for four days, but I'll be thinking about you both.