It was so sad - his kidneys quit working.
He was in a lot of pain and our entire family is upset. I took him in as a kitten. I was inside and heard a sound like a baby crying. My son and I went out to investigate the sound and found him stuck in the briars behind our house. He looked like he was maybe 5 weeks old - tiny.
As our efforts to find him a good home failed, this solid gray furry bundle of joy quickly became part of our family. My neighbor told me his siblings were all dead, including his mother. Apparently, someone had dumped them all out down the road where we lived but somehow, this little guy made it to our backyard where he got stuck in the briars and was crying his little heart out.
So, our family had the privilege of being with him for six and a half years. He was very, very chill. He never got into trouble - never scratched, never meowed at night. We had him "fixed" at five or six months of age - maybe that helped his disposition - I dunno. He was just a very relaxed but very loving cat. Not the type of cat that would annoy you, demanding to be loved. Our other cat does that (ha).
Yesterday I noticed he was walking really slow. When I picked him up, he was really not himself. He was so lethargic and nearly lifeless. We rushed him to the emergency veterinarian. The veterinarian was superb and immediately put him on an IV to get him hydrated but it was too late or maybe it wasn't even preventable.
It was really sad to see him so sick and helpless. The veterinarian told us we had made the best decision but that she was unable to tell us what to do when she was consulting with us. I had to make the phone call and I didn't anticipate crying - but I did.
He's gone and we'll all miss him and we'll all be so grateful he was a part of our family.
Here's a photo of him taken two months ago doing what he loved, sleeping on my bed (ha).