I just put down my beloved Goldie last month after a short bout with liver cancer. She was close to 15; I'd had her for a little over 14 years. It was heartbreaking, but at the end she came to me in the middle of the night, fell over onto the bed next to me (her back end had quit working, poor baby) and spent the rest of the night by my side. I knew it was time to do the humane thing. First time I've had to do that. My place just felt so empty afterwards that I knew I'd be getting another cat soon. Now I've got two new kitties and am going through the introduction phase. It's stressful, but I'm glad I got them both - both rescues from AnimalSavers in Sacramento. They are the kitty odd couple. Mitzi is a short, round long-haired calico with very pretty markings and white mitts and Mr. Mishi is a long, skinny red Maine Coon.