He called my cell a little before noon and for some reason, I couldn't answer it. He called twice and both times, I was unable to pick up. I called back and gave them the number to Brian's cell. An hour later, it rang.
It isn't good news. Potter has lost over half of his weight from his last appointment (don't remember when that was). His kidneys are shot. No amount of fluids will fix them. He said we could keep him alive, but doing so wasn't the best thing for Potter, because he'll never feel good again. He said it wasn't a good way to live.
He said that he didn't have time to do it today, but to make an appointment and bring him down tomorrow. They gave him fluids to get him by overnight and we made the appointment for nine tomorrow morning and paid for everything this afternoon.
Potter has been skinny for a while now, years, but never showed any signs of not feeling well. He eats like a champ and runs all over the yard. He may have slowed down a little this year, but he's fourteen years old. It happens. I guess the lemonade thing is that it was fairly quick.
I don't much like lemonade.