After probably 16 or so years, it seems like our cat, named Boopers, is starting to reach the end of his life. Yesterday his back legs started to give out as he walked around and he'd just sit around. I tried to feel his legs to see if there was any pain, but he never yelped or outright objected what I was doing. My mom and I are fairly sure that he's reaching his time. The thought has been mulling over in my mind since last night. It's been a while since we had to let a pet go. We'll be doing what we can to take care of him until my mom takes him to the vet for likely his last day some time in a week. It's gonna be hard to let him go, but that's just life in the end. I'll always love him, even after he passes. It'll be sad, but we've made good memories with him. That's what really counts

(Update 3/21) So far he's actually doing fairly well. He has a harder time jumping up and stepping down, so we moved his water glass from the countertop to the floor by his food bowls. Otherwise he can wobble his way around and take care of himself. We're keeping an eye on him though, but so far things aren't going as bad as expected.

(Update 4/10) Well, he's finally deteriorated further as he is now mostly blind. We've known he's been partly blind for probably half a year now, but now it seems to have hit full scale. He's having trouble navigating and I even found he didn't make it to his litterbox one time. We plan to move his litterbox closer to his food but I'm worried how things will progress moving forward.