On one side of the family, we have a marriage seperation, and numerous health problems ranging in severity. On the other side we have one uncle who will probably not see Christmas, and another who is not recovering from his cancer surgery as well as expected. Then, yesterday our kitty Nike passed away. He was fine Tues night and Wed morning, he was limp and lethargic and wouldn't eat. Took him in at lunch and his red blood count was dangerously low, his urine was saturated with white blood cells and his temp was very low. They couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. Another cat from a nearby town died with similar symptoms and they hoped his autopsy would be back in time to help Nike but it wasn't. We went and sat with him at lunch yesterday, and decided to give it 24 hrs. They wanted to try something in case he'd been poisoned, but they called me at 4 pm to let me know he was gone. Nike had been here since the beginning for us. He was my hubby's roomate's cat when we met. Our big, indestructable brute is gone.