I'm getting Willy cremated (something I've done only one other time). I think it will make me feel a little better about losing him with no warning. He had been a bit punkish for a few days, and I had started him on antibiotics, and gave him sub-q fluids yesterday. I think pneumonia hit him, and hard. Being unable to stand upright like a normal cat, I don't think the fluids were able to drain in any way. He was an older kitty, though I have no idea how old, but I'm sure he was a senior kitty. I have such a lump in my throat today. But at least I had my dear boy for a while. I miss him licking my hand, and I'd rub it across his little cheeks so he felt like he was being bathed, something he couldn't do with his malformed legs.