Exactly,it was really hard losing them,but had three cats.Mother,daughter,and father.The mother had to be at least 17,18 years old,until cancer in her hip,forced me to have to put her down.The father cat,my little buddy,which is what I used to call him a lot of times,just died one night.No idea why.I found him on my couch in the morning.His name was Cole.And then just this past summer,I wound up having to put the daughter,Cassie down,because she developed lung cancer.She was still pretty young too..And I have to admit,I was pretty upset when they were all gone.Then I said to myself,no more furry pets,and to maybe get a reptile.?.I really loved all of them,and sometimes I can't believe that there all gone now..And the crazy part is that I was never a cat person.