OT/OOC

Colin hasn't eaten for at least 3 days. We have tried force feeding nutrient/calorie rich goop, but he doesn't like that, and I don't like the idea of force-feeding. Too many flashbacks of thinking of the suffragettes who died in prison because of being forcefed. Think about them the next time any opportunity to vote presents itself.

He is lying next to me, as always. His eyes aren't completely closed in sleep. He's more staring off into the middle distance, and not really noticing movement around him. He has been very snuggly this weekend, which has been nice. Personally, I have a terrible cold and very little voice. So any excuse to lie on the couch with Colin snuggled into an armpit is welcome.

We've tried everything we can think of, liver squeezy cheese, limburger cheese, tuna juice, sardines, kitty treats of several varieties, tomato soup, lasagna, and lots and lots of wet food. No dice. He sees the vet in less than half an hour.

I have the terrible feeling we're going to have to let go. I don't want to. But then, who ever wants to? Even if he gets fluids again today, which is likely, if he continues to not eat, he may not last a week. But I don't want to put him down while he'll still cuddle and purr.  ¶ 3:03 PM