On Monday I had to put my 16 year old cat Simba to sleep. You guessed it, he was named for Simba just after the ORIGINAL Lion King movie came out by a 5 or 6 year old yours truly. He was an absolutely gorgeous kitty with an awesome personality (not that I am biased), and I had had him for over three-fourths of my life. He has had a slowly growing injection site tumor on his hip for the past few months but with his age, and the type of tumor's propensity for relapsing, surgery was not an option. He had been doing well, eating, drinking, meowing and seeking attention until Sunday, when he abruptly stopped eating. On Monday morning he was curled up in the garage, gasping for air and barely responsive. In a way I am glad the end came so fast, so he didn't have to suffer long, but it is never easy to lose such a good friend. We went back through photo albums and found pictures of me as a tiny child holding him upside down in a blanket as a kitty. Did I mention he had a good temperament! Luckily those pictures aren't in digital format. So instead I will share with you a couple of pictures of him, as a final way of remembering the little fuzz ball.