He’s downright skinny. He doesn’t beg for food like he used to. He still eats, but doesn’t have that ravenous appetite any more. He’s not throwing up as much, but maybe that’s because he’s not eating as much.
He does seem to be sleeping more, and more soundly, but that might just be wishful thinking on my part.
I knew he had a disease when he came to live with us, one that would most likely shorten his life span. He’s had a good life while he’s been here and I would hope he has more years with us, but FIV can do a number on the body. I’ll keep an eye on him and keep giving him yummy food and maybe this will just turn out to be a bump in the road and not the final downhill slide.
Keep some good thoughts for this old guy. He’s a great cat and deserves better than he’s gotten.