Bugs hardly ate last night. This morning he threw up all of the tiny amount of baby-food and tuna oil I spoon-fed him. Reader-Amy and my friend Christine say to worry; I am worried. We’re going to the vet later today.
As I wrote to Amy, when I was prepping just now for the visit, reviewing the blog and taking notes, I now see with intense concern that Bugs has been off his food pretty much since Fang arrived on January 28. That is one hell of a long time! I am now chewing nails at the coincidence that led me to assume — hope — that this was behavior-related because of the introduction and that things would settle down. Now I see they’ve got worse.
I am flummoxed. But for not eating, Bugs seems fine. Ears and nose cool and he beat the beejeesus out of Fang several times this morning. Plus he’s been using the facilities commensurate with the (tiny) amount of fluid and food he has been able to hold down —
What could this be? The only thing I can testify to is that when I was spoon-feeding him last night, a little of the ground chicken, I noticed he was chewing a little funny and making odd movements with his head.
I don’t see how I can make it til the vet at 2:00; I’m pretty much beside myself. I hope your comments come in soon. I’ll be glued here waiting — I’m good for nothing else.