Sorry Peg. I have lost so many mostly because they come to me sick and undernourished. But the time they have with me is filled with good food, warm beds, sofas to scratch, and love. Darlin' Homey died at the age of seven and with no warning last year. He went out to play, came in fine, and crawled under a bed where he died. It hurt to lose him. But he had a wonderful life. Ziggy did too.