When I met my punk rock husband, he had two litter mates, Mickey and Mallory. Mal was a black kitty who went to the rainbow bridge a few years ago, but her brother Mickey has held on. He's 19. Due to our estrangement from both our families, he's known to our kid as Grandpa Mickey.

He's been laying around the house since yesterday, barely able to get up. He falls asleep everywhere he goes. We know he needs to go on his way to meet his sister, but we have no money left. No one really does, these days.

If you can help us, please say something. The vet charges $80 and we can't get him taken care of by a pet memorial company for less than $200. Help an old punk kitty go on his way so we can sing him some Misfits and toast his memory.