Tears and @#(%($$

Gus has outlived even the vet's most optimistic prognosis. This has been wonderful.

Last night we fed him late, when we got home from the concert. He didn't eat much, but that wasn't really a concern: he's been eating the same amount as before, but in much smaller quantities, and it takes him longer. We fed him late, so he didn't get much time to eat before bed.

Today, he didn't really eat much of his breakfast. Any, really. I just got him to eat a few bites, literally, but that it is.

It is time to call the vet, I think.

And tomorrow is AC's bday.

I can't do that to her.

I don't know what to do.

I guess I'm going to try to help him make it until Thursday at least.

I just called the mobile vet and "set things up" for 9:30 on Friday. We have back to school crap on Wed and I want to spend some time with him. I think he'll make it that long. I hope. She said to call if he takes a turn for the worse.

My poor little boy. My poor kids.

:(