All talks of rallies aside, I have to take Murphy in for a serious evaluation. I need an objective opinion, because clearly I can't be objective. The liquid diarrhea is back, which means he'll quickly get dehydrated again. He's barely eating at all, and he hasn't stirred from his bed this morning. Maybe there's a medical intervention we can try to bounce him back again. Or maybe that's unrealistic. Maybe this is just me being crazy, keeping this poor little creature in this condition, just because he can still stand up long enough to eat a half dozen Teddy Grahams?
Because asking for Teddy Grahams is the only time he's even close to being his old bossy self. Most of the time he's in his own little world. He no longer seeks affection, and when I pick him up for a hug, he pulls away. He's obviously having difficulty eating, even when he has an appetite. He's spending 23 hours a day in his little bed by the fireplace. I just went over to touch him and ask if he wanted to get up for breakfast (not that he can hear me, of course). He barely stirred. This isn't Murphy anymore, this is a sad little shell.
How many times have I said this in the last year? I'm calling the vet for an appointment this morning. I think it may be time.