Spencer, that is a subject that has weighed heavily on my mind the last year or so. I have been diabetic for about twenty years, and have had kidney disease for about 10 years now. Statistically speaking, I have about ten years left. Of course, that doesn't mean I can't stick around another thirty, but I could also drop dead tomorrow. I have been estranged from my family for years now, and even if I wasn't none of them would be acceptable - my mother lives on a very busy corner yet still keeps a cat door, and my sister lives in a strict apartment. I am not estranged from my brother and sister-in-law, but they live in South Carolina, have fewer financial resources than me, and are so into drugs that they often don't even know if they have cat food in the house or not. My only close friend that even likes cats already has a houseful and lives in an apartment. There would be no way she could take on four more. My son is 16, so if I go after he has left home there will be the chance that he may be able to take them. But a young man is usually either in college, has roommates, or lives in small quarters to save money, if not all three. So unless I far exceed the normal life expectancy of a diabetic with kindey failure, the chances are that he will also be unable to take them. I know the Dallas SPCA has a program just for pets that have survived their owners, but it is very expensive and I have four cats. Because of my health, I can only get limited life insurance coverage, even through employer life insurance plans (I can get none on my own, even to supplement and employer plan). So, yes, I am acutely aware of the fact that my cats may be euthanized in the event of my death. This is why, after my other cats died, I did not go out and adopt another. But then Peaches showed up, and she was pregnant, and six weeks is way too long to have little tubbie-bellied cutie baby cats in your house and not get way too attached to give them away. So now I find myself with four who may outlive me. All I can do is pray.