Damian gets worse. The vet called while we were at the wedding yesterday – he has grit in his urine.
He’s still refusing to eat. If I take him to the water fountain in the computer room, he’ll drink, but otherwise, not that I can see.
I am facing two options now – let him die naturally, or put him to sleep. If he requires surgery, I can’t pay for it.
Baring a miracle, he’s going to die. Probably this week. We’ll see what the vet says tomorrow, when I spring for Xrays, and thank the gods that I stocked up on shit for the freezer a few weeks ago when things were better.
Happy Father’s Day, Kevin.
Happy Birthday Renee.