Had to take my Toby to be put down today. Poor old man was shutting down over the last two days...stopped eating, could barely walk yesterday and finally today he couldn't even make it to the water bowl to get a drink. He didn't seem to be in any pain and he could still get out a labored meow when I pet him, but other than that, he just laid there ready to go. It was his time. He was a good kitty. Young Toby always begging us to turn on the faucet so he could get a drink... His favorite place by the window getting some sun... Catching some zzz's on a lazy afternoon... Yesterday, all skin and bones at age 17... And, finally...the last picture ever taken of the poor bastard today right before we took him to the vet to be put down peacefully.