More than anything else I fear as to what will be the result of FatBoy's review tomorrow at the vet. His condition has become much worse and his ribs are showing very obviously. The growth hormone has not done much for him I fear. It was only a fragile chance that the vet offered us. The auntie who had taken care of him has not been contactable but I could not wait any longer.
I saw him at R's last Saturday. He knew me and said hello but after that he just sat down and was still for the remainder of our visit. We cleaned him up a bit and talked to him softly. He just stared into space. I knew then that I had to do what is right for him then.