I put all four on the FUS maintenance food prescribed by my vet with no problem in switching over from the former food. KC used the litter box normally from that day forward. Though my heart still aches for his family and the loss of a life so young, I'm secretly gladdened to know he's kicked his last cat. He had blood work done semi-yearly and though his kidneys and liver were showing gradual deterioration with each testing, I continued to pray for additional years. And the Angels heard - I received a little over nine wonderful years.
Cats do know about others' pain, human and feline alike.
Going on fourteen years, he was very much the active cat and was most certainly the charmer to all he met. He was a bed hog, a snuggler and true to the Himalayan trait, followed Craig and me around like a little puppy. By March, he appeared more tired, but nothing to cause much alarm. Then the last week of June, a freak accident in a supervised backyard incident caused us to make quite a number of unscheduled vet visits. I took him in one last time on July 15.