I lost my first Ig, Buddy, when I was 49. I then lost Sammy when I was 53. I then had a big gap in my life and lost my schedule, getting up at whatever time. Being able to go whereever I wanted and staying overnight was a plus, but coming home to a dark house really sucked. Two years later I got Tank from the local SPCA(he was found in a garbage can) and I don't even want to think of losing him.