The vet is coming tomorrow between noon and 2pm to see Rico. And assess. And probably put him to sleep.
He's very weak, but he's still a soldier: he totters to the bathroom from the bedroom, gets on a stool we placed in front of the sink for him, and drinks from the sink. Other water apparently isn't worthy or something. He's been trying to eat bits of tuna, and laps at the "tuna water," but that's about it right now. He is still passing a tiny amount and peeing a tiny amount, but that's it, too.
He isn't very responsive, except to shy away from touch -- he just wants to sleep or meatloaf in "his" spot on the bed.
Elric's with him now, sleeping with him, while I'm awake to check on both of them every few hours.
This is breaking my heart, my friends. Rico is my constant companion, and Josh the Abyssinian's best friend -- Josh is visibly worried and upset about him. I'm not sure how either of us is going to manage without Rico.
::sobs::
He's gotten so tiny and thin.
He's still a beautiful boy.
Today his eyes are full of gunk and he just squints. (Cleaning them, the gunk comes right back. :( )