Well, my little buddy Snarf made it to 20. He couldn't stand up today, so I decided it was time. I went to the vets and had them kill him. Sorry, don't really want to write "put him to sleep"; I told them to kill him, and they did. Very humanely, very peacefully.

Posted to the blog of Kathleen David; I thought it made sense to copy it here too.

I'm wondering why I should start a journal. Maybe because it's easier this way than on paper. Maybe because no one will ever bother to look, though this could go either way.

Still thinking - if there aren't any updates for months, it's because I've decided not to do it, or because I'm so good at procrastination.