Frack,fourteen years old,  beloved pet ''King'' CAT of my family.  The last of my children's cats, born here. He was once twenty pounds and  is now dead at ten pounds. I have no idea why he was losing weigh and it matters not. He was for sure on the last leg of a long and happy life here in the Hardwood Hammock.  Last night he fell or mis-jumped from the upstairs banister.  My precious, dog, Darla just kept barking and then, I saw him.   He let me rub him and started to breath.  After some time he gave a loud and proud cat holler ..like the Toms do when they are courting or fighting. He made an attempt at movement.  I felt after that, that  picking him up would not hurt.  We walked outside and he seemed to notice the cooler air and misty weather. I just held him. There was that twilight of between the worlds where the spirit hangs so close.