Thank you all for responding to my post on what to do about Rasta. This morning I went to give him his prednisone. I had a difficult time waking him up and when he finally did, he tried to come out of his cage and could not lift his hind legs. After a few minutes and me holding him, I put him down. He literally dragged his hind legs across the carpet and had no control of them. He ended up sitting at my feet staring up at me. I started crying of course and picked him up and held him. He just sat there, licking my nose. I told my husband that he must be having some discomfort, but my husband insists on letting him live until he is in obvious pain. I do not want Rasta to suffer and I feel that he is. He just does not have that sparkle in his eyes anymore. I cried all day at work today because I am really having problems deciding what is best. Rasta has been my best friend for the last seven years and it is so hard to watch him waste away. My vet says that surgery would be really cruel and that he probably would not make it through. I do not want to put him through more than what is absolutely necessary. Please kiss and hug all of your fuzzies, I know where I will be spending all of time away from work. Again, thank you all for your support and kind words, they gave me comfort today. [Posted in FML issue 2853]