Raleigh is still battling whatever malady assailed him a week and a half ago. He doesn’t feel like playing and his appetite is diminished. I was able to get him some Mirtazapin, to stimulate his appetite, in transdermal cream, to be rubbed in his ears. He has no problem with that, and he ate decently this morning.
What I find endearing about him is that even when feeling unwell, he is friendly and sweet-tempered. He continues to try to find a friend among the other beasts. He sometimes lies near Neville, but also moves close to Renn. My big boy doesn’t mind, though he is more apathetic than welcoming. Even so, Raleigh makes the best of it. The little Peach lives in hope.