We just took our Dex in yesterday after realizing her life had become too difficult for her. This is my wife's tribute to her: Sunrise Sunset . . . Our little kitty cat girl of 22 years will soon be over the rainbow bridge. We are taking her to be put to sleep tomorrow. She has been the best little girl in in world – but her health is failing. This morning Brian came out of the bedroom and found her in a sorry state - she was not able to use her back legs to get to her litter box, which she has never failed to use in all those years. So we cleaned her up and have been showering her with even more love and attention since then, carrying her to her food, water, and litter box. Brian will stay up tonight and make sure she will be OK and comfy. Dexter has been the best cat one could ask for. Brian's always said: "if all cats were like Dexter, everyone would have a cat". She loved everybody, even small children and would let them hold and carry her in ways she did not tolerate with me. In her younger days, she never tired of jumping in the air to catch a ball in her paws! – then bring it back to us. She was good at climbing high which scared me often. And unlike most cats, she loves to have her belly rubbed. First Meeting: I was a dog person before Dex (Dexter). She ran up to Brian in the backyard from the alley at night some 21 years ago when he called to her. Brian has always been a cat person. We had a can of food from babysitting our neighbor’s cat and fed her. At first our relationship was more like “you have to make sure she is outside before you leave for work.” But that soon became "you have to make sure she is inside and safe before you go". I think the day Dex and I really bonded was when I received news that a very good friend of mine had died. I was out-of-my-mind distraught. Brian was gone on a trip. I cried and cried… on the couch, on the floor… and at one point I realized this ball of fur was sitting next to me – gently comforting me with her presence in a way she never had before. I felt a vibe from her like “It’s ok, I am here”. Then and there, she was forever my best friend, and Brian was happy to come home to a newly-minted "cat person". So now as we take her to go to sleep, to journey over that rainbow bridge, I hope she hears my whispers – “It’s okay – I am here”. I love you Dex.