I just got back from visiting my Mom and Dad. It looks like Winnie, the cat who's been in my life for 16 years, is on her last legs. She was my first cat. She doesn't seem to be in any pain and she purrs contently whenever I was in the room, but I could tell her day is near. Poor girl. My Mom is going to watch her for the next couple of days and then take her in if there's any sign of suffering. She's had a good life but I'm still sad.