He’s having a really hard time getting around, I was able to stroke him a little this morning, but once he realized what was going on, he stumbled up to his hidey spot.
He drank quite a bit of water yesterday, I tried three different food flavors, each one got the turn of the head. I didn’t throw them out, though, I just set them down where we usually place the food for consumption. Last night, I told Brian he should probably pull up the food, it was around 8:30. He came back in “he’s eating!” Whoa. I looked out the side window and he was. So, we didn’t pull the food up.
Mistake.
Damned raccoons. Rat bastard raccoons. I looked out at two this morning and all was well. When I got up at four to let the cats out, I checked and the frakking raccoons made a royal mess of everything. They’d moved the stool I had for Meeze to get up on his bed, they’d dumped all of his water over and ate every last bit of food.
And Meeze was all hunched up on the bark, not on his warmed blanket. Grrrr….
So, I put out a new can of food, just in case, washed out his water bowl and gave him fresh water.
I saw him lapping a little before I went back to bed. This morning, he was still in that spot on the bark. I let him sniff the wet food, he walked (I use the term loosely) to outside of the gate and just laid down behind the bushes. Then he eventually went up to the bank and was stretched out, breathing was a little labored. A bit later, he was on his side and that’s when I went out and gently stroked him, barely enough that he could feel it. He finally realized something odd was happening and he went up the bank, under the juniper.
Where he still is.
It won’t be long now.
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