Sad to say, we lost Sherman, our second-oldest cat, today.
He'd been diagnosed with diabetes a few months ago, and regardless of how much insulin we gave him, he didn't do well. The vet palpated him today, and discovered a mass near his pancreas. I was at work, so Mary, bless her, made the decision and told me about it when I called to let her know that I was on my way home.
Sherman was very special. I remember calling home from the Raleigh airport 13 years ago, and Mary pleading with me not to kill her. I had no idea what she was talking about, so she told me that she had adopted a kitten. We had no idea what to call him, so we watched him for a few days, and noticed he marched around the house like a little general. Thus, Sherman. He was part Siamese, solid black (as you can see), talkative and formed a very special bond with Mary.
See you at the bridge, Sherman.