Every couple of years, Skip loses a lot of weight. This is one of those years. Skip has FIV.
Monday morning, I called the vet to get him in. They didn't have any open appointments until today. Or, I could just bring him in as a drop off on Tuesday.
Monday, I pulled out all the food stops. Gave him hard treats (he likes those). Gave him tuna. He ate some. Gave him more treats. He ate more. More tuna. He ate.
I did this all day long.
Tuesday morning, by eight in the morning, I caught him at a feeder five times. I called the vet's office to let them know I wouldn't be bringing him in. He was eating again. He ate Hills's A/D.
And each day, he's back to eating more. Yesterday, I heard a cat crying outside. I checked it out, it was him. I brought the A/D out to him and he ate over half the can.
And the lizard he had caught had a chance to run away and get safe. I think he's feeling better.
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