Sadly the day came today to say goodbye to Mia. He put up a great fight but in his old age (we think around 23) he simply wasn't having a good quality of life. It was a hard decision to put him down but we knew it was for the best.
Mia was a fighter -- 20 some odd years ago I picked Mia up at the airport, a sickly kitten that was given to my brother's partner as a gift from a class of flight attendants he was training who were all going to Miami International Airport (thus the name M.I.A.). The class got him from a pet store in Texas. The stupid people at the pet store thought he was a female and didn't realize how sick he was. He had a bad case of diarrhea and was touch and go for a few weeks.
Mia obviously made it through his early illness and became quite a character. He was a companion to a long line of pets, family members and friends. Hopefully all his previously departed furry, feathered, and scaly brothers and sisters greeted him today as he joined them crossing the rainbow bridge.