Friday afternoon I took my little cat Stubby to the vet, due to loss of appetite and energy the last week. Tests revealed kidney failure, no real option for treatment at her age (17). She was put to sleep at 6:30 that evening. This is not the first pet I have lost, but the little stinker picked me as her human when we got her as a 6 week old kitten with a bandage around the remnants of her tail. The last couple of years she moved into our bedroom, and either slept on a pillow between me and the wife, or during colder weather curled up behind my knees under the covers. I still haven't picked up her food and water dish, I suppose that I don't want the finality to sink in. RIP, Stubbers.