Our 17-year-old, six-toed, diabetic cat died this morning. (That's our other one in my avatar.) He had been overnight at the vet and we brought him home yesterday, but things started to spiral downward quickly. My husband was rushing him back to the vet, and he died in the car. He had a wonderful, long life - we adopted him from the sick room at the animal shelter - but I'm going to miss him like crazy. Right now I'm inconsolable. It's a good thing school doesn't start until next week.