We brought the Toad home from the vet today. He's been there since Monday, and frankly, we're a bit surprized he's still with us. He's weak and wobbly on his feet. He seems to want to eat but is having trouble with the mechanics. This evening, I hand fed him some chicken and some of the pill pockets he likes (with out any pills in them). Oh, and he took a lick of his nutritional supplement he usually likes.
When Toad was younger, we use to say he was either going to be the next, or was reincarnated from the Dali Lama. He loves all beings and is totally at one with his world. But, now at nearly 19 years old in human years . . . and a couple hundred in cat years . . . we think he may be more like Methuselah these days.
But, if I have to hand feed him bits of chicken to get him to eat . . . I'm willing. And, it guarantees me a spot in animal heaven, right?
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