I rescued Charlie when he was 26 years old; he lived those 26 years in squalor and neglect until his body finally could no longer cope--he fell and broke his back. No one thought Charlie would make it a night, but I am glad to say he spent a wonderful two years with my family, and learned what love is. Despite being paraplegic and needing weekly trips to the vet for acupuncture and daily pain medication, Charlie was as comfortable and happy as he had been his entire life. He passed happier than any bird could possibly have passed; before he was in too much chronic pain and in the arms of his chosen human, nodding happily and "purring".
We miss you Charlie, but are so glad you are finally at peace and had the chance to love and be loved.