He was normal this morning, this afternoon I sat on the sofa with him while he ate Friskies (he walks away, then comes back, eats, then walks away, then comes back, eats some more, repeat).
Then he headed over to the cat chair and curled up. He's been snoozing ever since. We had baked chicken for dinner, he's usually all over us wanting some, he cries and circles the table.
Nothing. I took a little chicken over to him and he turned his head. He wanted none of it. I gave him 60cc of lactated ringers, maybe he'll feel better tomorrow, but his back paws are cool to the touch.
Every day with him is special, I know that. He's been slowing down over the past few years, and I know the time to say goodbye is near.
But not this week. I pray that it's not this week.
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