My long time cat friend Einstein (almost 18 years). All that can go badly for a cat with end stage kidney failure is happening to him. I want to do what I can, and I was up all night crushing up pills to put into a solution to give him, because he won't/can't eat anymore. His organs are failing, and he's lost what's left of his weight in just the last week. See how meaty he used to be... now he's frighteningly lightweight and weak. It's hitting me so hard, as the dying of my other cat friends have hit me, along with my brother's death just days ago and everything else we're all dealing with: Aretha, McCain, our country. I'm alone in the world now; without any family or friends. Some of you nice people who've cared before, who can obviously relate come close to that, if only with whom I can share and expect a virtual hug. Whenever I see someone else who's struggling in pain or grief I try to help, but it's not hard for those of us who are given to care in the first place, right? Here are some photos: he expressed interest in the toilet, but only to take a peek. He liked to do the face plant too, and follow me everywhere... so loyal. He even protected me and our other cats from aggressive dogs! Now he can't manage the loft where I sleep, where he loved to be near me. The last photo is of him in the towel cubby hole. It's a hiding behavior because he feels so weak and fragile. I am actually afraid to weigh him. I'm so emotional right now. Grief stricken and it will get worse. Tears are streaming; I can't stop them and it's going to make the vet uncomfortable... I've made them cry at times. I know what's coming and there's no more avoiding it.