Same here. It sounds like you are doing all the right things. He may
have eaten something that caused the kidney trouble since he is so
young. you will get better at the Subcu's I'm sure.

Thank you all for your kind comments.  The vet asked Thursday about euthanizing,
while I didn't want him to suffer I wasn't ready toi let go.

Some memories:
He loved, like Willie, to run - on the railing in PA and along the pool here
where he'd jump onto the bench at the end and put his paws on the back, my
signal to bend down and let him nuzzle my face;  in bed it was more of the same,
he alsways wanted to be touching. if I was lying on the sofa watching the tube,
he'd lie on my chest facing me.  He got noticed at the pound because he was the
first cat to climb in my lap  Here, he loved to showoff with the catflap, some
days he'd just burst through then calmly come back in, while the others were
more circumspect.  The only thing that worried me was one day he decided to
explore across the street, which gets some amount of traffic evading traffic
lights, but after carrying him back inside twcide, he decided it was more fun to
trot along the sidewalk (I'd see him because the PC is setup by the kitchen
window)  to the front door, which I'd open for him, he'd stroll in likea regal
figure;  speaking of which in all black and with front legs that seemed a little
shorter than rear, Bosco'd look like a miniature black leopard when he walked,
with his shoulders moving suppily up and down.

They were always ravenouis aftern they arrived from the pound and Bosco too, the
melee to get to the food bowls when put on the floor, and Bosco wasn't beyond
hooking a chop off my plate at dinner, innocent looks notwithstanding.  He
wasn't a hunter in PA but in FL he caught onto how to catch lizards but was slow
to eat them until Quinn stole a couple from him.  He was so full of joie de
vivre until a week ago, it's hard to cope with the suddennes.

Thank you for your love and help with my purrball, and the poem.  Norm