I adopted Fletcher in 1992. His original owner's fiance demanded that Fletcher had to be given away because she wanted a dog.  I found an ad in my local paper, looking someone to give him a loving home. I have had cats all my life; my parents had cats before I was born.  I took a chance and called the phone number and said I would adopt him. He was brought to me in a carrier, scared and confused. He hid in my bathroom for 2 days. I knew Fletch would come around in his own time. I discovered as time went on he could be snooty, arrogant and very aloof but he could also be playful, funny and act like a kitten when he was feeling frisky.  For years Fletch, my other cats Mojo and Shadow, would sleep with me every night.  In 2000 I moved from St Louis to Austin, Texas.  I married a great guy named Hank, who took to my cats just like I did.  On September 11, 2001, Fletch went blind. His vet couldn't find any reason why.  He lived the rest of his life disabled  but comfortable,  and seemed to adjust. In the summer of 2004, I noticed a change in Fletch. He slept more, ate less and lost a great amount of weight; he weighed only 4.1 lbs at death. My husband came home from work Aug 24, 2004 and found Fletch in the kitchen, no where near the couch he slept next to every day.  He was very weak, small and could hardly move. I knew it was time. I took Fletcher to his vet and they euthanized him. We took him home and buried him under a tree in the backyard.  My heart is broken today but I know it was the right thing to do. Fletch is free and able to see now. He is my first cat I've had to make this painful decision for; I hope he knows I loved him and miss him.