My mother died about 9 months ago, then it was Molly on Nov 12, the same day a friend of mine that I knew for 50 years died, and on Dec 13, King went too, almost the same way Molly did. He was doing ok, then on Sat, he did inhale the food off my plate when I gave it to him. On Sunday, he seemed to have trouble walking, and refused to open his mouth to let me give him his Cushing's meds. He didn't eat his Mini Wheats that I gave him anyway. When I came home Monday morning, he was very bad. Lying in his own pee, and just laid there on the front seat. The vet said his heart was "not too good", and his left lung was muffled. He was showing signs of being in pain (A weird trembling he's had every time he's been hurt), so the decision was made and that was it. For the first time in 35 years, I'm totally petless, no cat, no dog. It's nice not to have to worry about getting home, etc, but it seems very strange being in a house alone. I won't last long before I crack, I'm already fighting the urge to go to the humane society, as I pass pretty close to it every day or so. If I go in, I'm dead meat.