Oh how I wished for an emergency as well. Or for her to just pass on her own without me having to do it. But it wasn't meant to be easy, was it? Well, I'm sorry to tell you all, but Ellie is not running around with the others. She is ruling them! :lol: Sitting on a perch high in a corner somewhere above the rest, I am sure, for that is how I found my girl. After the death of my cat, Rex, at the age of 14, I went to a lady's house who fostered older cats so I could pick out two. She had one room with all kinds of cats roaming around, and there was Ellie sitting high on a perch in the corner like she was queen of them all. Then she climbed down, walked over to me, and sat down in front of me and looked up at me like, "Well? Let's go. What are you waiting for?" :lol: And since I wanted two, and since the people there LOVED Cricket and said he'd get along with her, Ellie and Cricket it was. Thank you. Thing is...my cats pretty much are my family...at least as far as what's in the house. Just me and them. That's what makes it extra hard, because of course you know I talk to them and everything pretty much revolves around them. It's so hard when I leave in the morning now to not be able to say, "Bye guys" because there is just Cricket downstairs. And no more, "See you later, Ellie-gator". Well...anyway...I found this article yesterday online. It had just been posted yesterday. Perfect timing! It's about a dog, but it really expresses everything any kind of pet lover feels during a loss. It is a really, really good personal story of dealing with a loss, especially how social media helps deal with it these days. I encourage any pet lover to read it!!