It’s time. I’ve put this off for three weeks, but now I know it’s time. I have to say goodbye to my favorite old cat, Daryl. He’s been missing for three weeks and “running away” simply isn’t something a fourteen-year-old cat does. Daryl hardly ever walked more than ten feet from the front porch anymore. He was old and cranky and whiny. His ear was deformed and his fur was thinning. But he was a sweet, loyal companion for many years and I’ll miss him. I hate to think about what might have happened to him…so I won’t.