That's sad. My MIL always reckoned that her dogs would be waiting for her by the Pearly Gates for a reunion. We've always had dogs but when the last one went we had a young cat who shortly afterwards was mauled by two big dogs and was on life-support for two days. That meant we couldn't introduce another. Fifteen years later he's lost nearly half his body weight and the vet reckons he's stage three of four in kidney disease. He's like a walking skeleton and we have him on a special diet but we are preparing ourselves to say goodbye to Chang (the Magnificent).