Knuckles is gone. He lived for 18 years. I had to put him down. He had fibrosarcoma. He had a great life, (I hope) I loved him very much. I had him put to sleep on November 9. The hardest thing was, that he was in pain and aware of what was going on. As I stood in the room, before he was put down, he was butting his head against me. Then, I had to tell the vet to do it. Knuckles tumor was bleeding all over. I had to do it. I hated doing it. I picked up his ashes today. 18 years went way to quickly.