We lost Zorro yesterday. It was quite a shock because he had just had a great visit with the new vet in Yadkinville. But he was almost 12 and I trust he just slipped away without much discomfort. I will miss his little inquisitive face to greet me each time I entered my quilt room in the barn. This is the spot I would always find him if I went out in the morning...he loved to perch on his gumdrop pillow (a present just for him when we got married from Salem Stitcher) and watch the squirells at eye level in the trees. He now lays to rest beside his best buddy Z kitty. Go Postal and I will miss him a lot.