My old, gnarled, toothless, dreadlocked hair, crotchety cat of 18 years finally passed on to Rainbow Bridge early this morning. Zorro had been ailing for the last few days. We’ve been nursing him as best we could so he would be comfortable when he decided he was ready. I held him and told him thank you for coming to us so many years ago. Zorro was a cranky, pissy fighter who thought he owned this entire farm. Other cats we owned feared him; the dogs gave him a wide berth. But to his human caregivers, he was loving, demanding, playful, jealous, and always hungry for meat of any kind. Zorro wouldn’t be satisfied unless he had some of the meat from your plate. We will surely miss him. What a special being he was.