This is my baby boy, Pug (a.k.a. "Face" and a whole lot more, but Face was his favorite). He was about 16 yrs old in this picture. I found him when he was far too young to be on his own and, literally, fit in the palm of my hand. He was a big "talker" and a mama's boy, both were fine by me. When he was less than a year old he was diagnosed with a "brain fungus" which, I think, was just the vets' way of saying, "it's clearly something in his brain, but we don't know exactly what it is." At that time he spent about 4months on steroids and every vet visit was a reminder of the "inevitable", which never came to be. At least, not for another 16 years, when he developed a brain tumor. It's been a few years now and, as my eyes start to water, I still haven't fully snapped back. Maybe this will by "cat"thargic for me. I love and adore my girls, but Pug was THE cat.