At Wits' End

with this little fella.

Beto

No, I didn't name him!  He was 5 years old when I adopted him from the Humane Society.  I'm pretty sure Hispanics owned him before....because of the name.  He used to be a whopping 20 lbs and has shrunk to 6-7 lbs.  He has a ton of health problems and we have him on lots of meds.  He has Hyper Thyroidism for one and something going on with his tummy that we think could be cancer.  Right after Thanksgiving we thought we were going to have to put him to sleep, because he was stumbling around pretty helpless.  Now he's on steroids and very perky.  YET, this is why I am at wits' end, he is STILL crapping in my floor.  I am a neat freak people, although you wouldn' think it now if you saw my house today, but this doesn't fit into my routine of cleaning.  He makes little diarrhea cow patties in the floor and in the beginning of this I felt sorry for him because he is sick, but I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!!  UGH!  I want to put him in the garage, but get this, Josh told me I can't do that to him(he's a total inside kitty).  I'm sure this is pretty bad, but I've been praying lately for God to take him to kitty heaven. Honestly, the vet told me his prognosis isn't good and to just love him while I can.  I'm just totally frustrated!