Thanks, Alyce.
When we moved up here we had two older cats, mother and son, Jean Ann and The Batweasel. They died within a month of each other. That was ten years ago. Still every now and then I almost see one of them out of the corner of my eyes. And every now and then Joe will go looking for his old friend, Batweasel under the chest of drawers. (Goofy cat!)
They both went fast. The mother was still acting like a kitten on her last day. We had a nice game of catch and "shred the paperwad". And then a little later I found her and she was gone. This is so different. We've had a lot of extra time to spoil Brother with special treats. But it's been tough watching him fade.
*sniff*