Thanks for asking, Sweetgeek. Sadly I did have to call time on Friday morning. His condition was deteriorating. Getting more confused, peeing in random places. Not eating, and vomiting when he did. Local vets were reluctant to euthanise him (because Buddhist), and wanted to put him on antibiotics again, but I think the previous lot had only made him more miserable, and it wouldn't have helped the confusion. So I insisted it was time for him to go. And he went slowly and peacefully. I buried him in the empty lot/jungle next door, and can see him from my balcony, which is nice. Just so sad he lived such a short life - would only have turned three in October. But I'm glad I brought him with me so he could be comfortable and feel loved. I'm sad, but also relieved that he's not in pain any more.