We've got eight cats -- all rescued, all "reclamation projects". Julian, our eighteen year old has come to the end of his time here. We adopted him at sixteen. He has had health problems all along -- he's been scheduled to be put down three different times -- each time, we brought him home and he's made a good recovery. Right now his quality of life is gone -- he can hardly walk. We've had him on prednisone, lactulose, sub-cutaneous fluids (50 - 125 ml. daily) and DMT (an amino acid) for the last one and one half years. This morning we found him behind the washing machine in a pile of his own waste -- he also let go all over the house. In the past we kept him isolated at night, but he seemed to be much happier being left out. It was clear that he was looking for his own "den", his own space. I can't be angry with an animal who seemed to be trying to do "the right thing". It's just that he could not find his own private space. We were hoping he'd have another miracle -- not this time. At four PM he's making that last journey -- for all our sakes, I hope there really is a "Rainbow Bridge". Here's this cat that growls, is cranky, very opinionated, -- and yet, we still love him -- just like that grumpy old Uncle that you really do not know WHY you tolerate. I realize many folks here do not respect my views, so I don't know why i'm writing this here -- but, I thought some animal lovers might just understand.