I've been syringe feeding him A/D for more than three weeks with the hope that whatever is wrong with him can be overcome by his immune system.
Yesterday, I realized, it can't. Reality hit home. It hit hard. He's not eating much on his own, but I found he will eat Tender Liver and Chicken Feast (Fancy Feast) from the can. It has to be in the can. He has a hard time otherwise. I'm sure he prefers eating by himself to having food squirted into his mouth. I fed him more than he's eating by himself, but it was getting to the point where he flinched anytime either of us touched him. That's no way to live out what's left of a life. So, I'll take his can of food to him every few hours, stand guard so that cats such as Ronnie don't reach out a paw and pull the food away.
Today, I watched him in a chair on the patio. His head hanging over the edge. Just like Richie had been doing.
It won't be long.