I'm lucky, when I divorced, my ex kept all the cats, so I missed out on the sickly elderly years. I don't know how I would have stood it. There's one left, BK, my favorite. He's got diabetes but is doing ok with it.

Dill, oh, boy, have I been through the mill with him: leg amputation, broken leg, mystery paralysis, weird fatty tumor last spring that had to be laser surgery-ed off under general anesthesia. He's just a little bird, but he's my best friend, too, and I'd give everything to just have him stay alive.

They say we love pets more than people, because they never do anything to hurt us. I believe that.

Nanci