Feline

I may have to put one of the old boys to sleep tomorrow and I'm dreading it. I have four cats total now. The two oldest came back with me from L.A. when I first moved back to Texas. Conan, the oldest, will be 17 in January. He's got a bit of kitty Alzheimers, but other than that he's relatively healthy. Butchie is another rescue kitty that was so dirty when I found him that I didn't realize he was white until I bathed him. He's 15 and I never considered that he would be the one to go before Conan. He's just gotten so skinny and weak. He eats and drinks still, but he just doesn't act like he feels very good. Every morning and every afternoon when I get home from work, I've had to steel myself in case I found him dead. I don't want to let him go, but I don't want him to suffer until he finally wastes away either. I'll guess I'll figure out what to do once I see the vet tomorrow.