I'm still away at work in Prudhoe but Bobcat and Brittany (the vet tech who comes to the house and gives Willy fluids while I'm at work) agree that it is time to let Willy go.

He has lost so much weight. He's very frail. The tumors on his paws and back legs continue to grow. Bobcat says that when you look in his eyes, he's just not "there" anymore.

Brittany and the vet will come to the house on Tuesday or Wednesday and help him cross the bridge. But, I told Bobcat that if Willy appears to be in any pain this weekend, don't wait for me to come home, take him to the emergency vet and let him cross the bridge. We wouldn't want our Prince William to suffer.

Willy remains his same, sweet self but seems dazed and disoriented at times even with the fluids and potassium we have been giving him. He missed the litter box a few days ago and when Brittany cleaned it up (Bobcat's back is still out and he can't bend or lift), the urine was not concentrated. It was mostly water and didn't smell like urine at all.

So, please keep Willy in your prayers. He and Willow turn 6 years old in August. He's so young to have developed kidney failure.