He took a dramatic turn for the worse overnight.
I gave him fluids (which he's been getting about three times a week) this morning and I gave him a Pepcid in case his tummy just doesn't feel good, but all signs are pointing to he's near the end of his life here and heading for a new one at the Rainbow Bridge.
He kind of lapped at some Fancy Feast, turned his nose up at the chicken I made for them yesterday and I tried a fingerful of Hill's A/D in his mouth and he had a really hard time getting it down. He's been thin for years, but this month he seems to be getting skinnier. Last week I started cooking boneless, skinless chicken thighs hoping it would bring back his appetite. At first, he ate a bunch, wanting seconds and thirds (which he got), but this week he's less and less interested. This morning he sniffed and turned his head away. I'm all too familiar with this behavior.
So, maybe this morning fluids will help, but they might not.
He's on the sofa right now with a blanket on him to keep him warm. I'll probably spend a lot of time sitting with him (unless he's sleeping) today.
I haz a deep sad.