I still miss my first cat. Pegusus was a black and white mutt of a cat. We grew up together. One night we were all sound a sleep, when suddenly the TV went on in the living room. All the human member of my family were accounted for, so we ran out with whatever eapons we could lay hands on. Sitting in the middle of the living room floor with his paw on the remote was Peg. He turned and lookd at us with an expresion that could only be a mildly annoyed "What?" Then he turned back and KEPT watching the TV. Dad went over, picked up the remote, lowered the volume and said "Keep it down. It's late." Peg lived to be 23 years old. He was reasonable active for all of them. His last 7 years he had diabeties, and need insulin. (It REALLY runs in my family. Even got the cat!)In his last month, he started jumping in peoples laps. He dug out a ball and string and we played with him like he was kitten again. He worked so hard to get our attention we were almost annoyed, but we all took time to play with him. We soon found out what he already seemed to know. He was saying his goodbye's. That last week he crashed hard. I spent his last night on the floor with him, gently stroking the back of his neck. I never had a better friend. Hopefully he'll put in a good enough word for me to keep me out of hell when I go to join him. Whatever furry friend is at your side, give him a scratch behind the ears and tell him Peggie' says "hi".