We picked Goliath up at the pound. If we understood his card correctly, he was several days past his 'time'. He was about two when we got him. He was a powerful cat. Declawed by his previous owner, he was still the dominant cat in the Queen Anne neighborhood where we lived at the time.
In his old age he went into renal failure, hyperthyroid, he had gone from a robust 16 pounds to a mere 6. We had been giving him fluids every other day, but it reached a point where even that was not doing him any good. We made the decision and called the vet.
He died April 27, 2002. He was about seventeen and a half. We buried him in our back yard and planted a garden over him.