Spanky Thursday is not a Good Day

[scarlettina]

Got up this morning, washed Spanky's face and cuddled with him for a while. Set him on his blankie while I got things done, and returned to find that he'd moved to sit by the balcony doors in the sun. Prepared breakfast for him and Sophie. He sniffed the food and wouldn't eat. I tried a different food. Sniffed it and wouldn't eat. Now he's sitting by the water bowl not drinking. And he's just moved to sit next to a food bowl, but he's not eating. It's like he knows this is the time of day when we do this sort of thing, but he can't figure it out. I thought about trying a little bit of force feeding, but what good would that do? Forcing him to eat? And he's staggering a little. Just every now and then.

I don't know what to do except . . . what the vet instructed me to do if this time came. Which I don't want to do. But it may be the kindest thing to do. I'm going to call the vet just to confirm and see if there's anything else I should be doing but . . .

Oh my Spanky.