Murphy is still with us, though I don't think this can go on much longer. He's declining so, so fast - faster than anything I've ever seen. He spent the evening glassy-eyed from the pain shot, and his eyes never left me. If I got out of sight for too long he'd whimper softly. He didn't want to be held, he wanted to stay in his little bed, and I just stayed within sight and scratched his head frequently.
Last night I attempted to put him to bed in his usual spot on the foot of my bed, and at first I thought he'd stay there, but he woke up and cried an hour later, and stood up as if to leave. I put him on the floor and he made his way back to his little bed by the fireplace, not too steady on his feet. I followed and tucked him in with his old down-filled blanket, because that spot is drafty when the fire's out and it's a cold night.
I went back to bed and attempted to sleep. He whimpered again. I took a pillow and blanket to the couch and dragged his little bed over next to me, so I could keep a hand on him throughout the night. That's what he wanted. We all got a couple of hours of sleep. I woke around 2:30 and almost didn't want to check on him; he was so quiet. I finally worked up the nerve to put a hand on his side, and felt it moving ever so slightly.
At three a.m. he had what I think was some sort of seizure - he began thrashing around in his bed, legs stiff - it only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like forever. Again, I thought that had to be IT, but he's a tough little booger and fooled me again, it passed and he was quiet again. We finally went back to sleep.
This morning he's too weak to walk. I'm giving him droppers of chicken broth, just to wet his mouth. His little tongue was hanging out all night and I can't imagine how dry that must feel. He appreciated it, and looked more bright-eyed. I tried getting him up. He's too weak to walk.
Just the night before last, he took a nice walk around the neighborhood with Sophie and me, and kept up, and appeared to be enjoying himself very much, then begged for and ate some of his beloved vanilla goldfish cookies after dinner. How could he go from that to this in less than 48 hours? As hard as this is, I can say that he really has enjoyed his life right up to this weekend.