Last night I went into the sewing room to cut some fabric and noticed that Rico didn’t come out for his food. I found him curled up on his bed and he wouldn’t get up. So hubby came in and carried him into our room. He was very weak and couldn’t stand up on his own. We got him to drink a little water but he would not eat anything. This morning hubby went to the store and bought some kitten milk hoping that would help him get some nutrients but he wasn’t interested. While I was in Virginia this afternoon hubby called to let me know that Rico was gone. We don’t know what happened to him, the only thing we can figure out is that he was lonely without his roomie Jade and just gave up. He was almost 14 years old and was hubby’s “Little Man”. He is burried in the back yard right outside our bedroom slider so he will always be close to us. I will really miss my “neckwarmer” this winter. Sleep well little man…..