Lately, he'd been moving a little slower than usual. 2 nights ago he threw up about every hour. Then he stopped eating and drinking. Just casually refused. His diabetes quickly debilitated him, and he could barely move. He got to his favorite spot in the house, where he can see out the window, and just waited calmly. Like he knew it was time to go. We assumed he wouldn't make it through the night, but he did. The 1st photo is from 10 years ago, the 2nd is yesterday.