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We’ll be saying goodbye to our sweet Mephistopheles this evening. He’s barely left the back of our closet for days and yesterday he stopped eating entirely. Now he’s wetting himself, and I can tell his kidneys just done. Luckily I was able to schedule an in-home service so we can make his final moments as peaceful as possible. We’ve known this was coming, but shit. TeenSparrow has offered up her own comforter for him to cuddle up in because her bed has always been one of his favorite places and she wants him to feel her around him. This just sucks so much. He’s the greatest kitty.