This is a post I didn't expect to make so soon. I knew the day was coming, though. Booboo, poor little dude, had been suffering from diabetes for the last few months and while he seemed to be doing ok with the insulin injections, I knew his time was soon. I tried to make him comfortable - gave him mushy food that he liked and kept from bathing him until he became unbearably stinky. Overnight he just got so bad he couldn't even walk anymore. The vet told me they could put him in the crisis center and give him an insulin drip for hours on end but that it wouldn't guarantee anything. I had to make the decision to let him go, which the vet thought was the best thing for him, really. Booboo was 16 and lived beyond the average cat. He's with Kiwi now who is, hopefully, cleaning him as he used to do. I hope Sydney won't be too lonely. I'll miss my Booboohead terribly but I know he's in the right place.