Tucker will be making another of his trips to the hospital tomorrow. He is not doing well. He is very weak and lethargic, and he is eating almost nothing. He seems uninterested in cat-food all together, and all he would eat yesterday were pieces of roasted pork. I have plenty of that to give him, of course, but it is not cat-food, and he can’t subsist on it, or even on chicken, if he wants some of that. And in any case, he is not eating enough of it to survive.
I don’t want the Tuxter to have to take more medicine, such as Mirtazapine, but it may come to that. I will add that to his list of drugs only if it provides a substantial improvement to his life. If it simply keeps his appetite artificially inflated for its own sake, then I may have to consider other options.
I feel that Tucker is winding down. His behaviour is different than what it has been; he seems to be withdrawing from interaction with the world, tuning out quite often, as if leaving his body behind and going elsewhere in his mind.
This, of course, may be largely in my mind, so I will consult with the doctor and see what the best course should be. Whatever route we choose, it will be in my boy’s best interests, and will be what makes him most content.