Ratablog

Goodnight George

Last night George was his usual self...a little slower than the old George, but he had a good dinner of macaroni and cheese, and when he was out for playtime he made a fort out of all the subscription cards that fell out of the magazine I was reading. When I switched to reading a book, he nibbled the cover.

This morning when I went to give him his medicine he didn't come out of his box. When I brought him out he was minimally responsive. He didn't move much, and his front feet were curled under.

We sat with him while waiting for the vet to open, and he had several seizures. I knew right away he was dying; it was just like watching Leather last fall. We cuddled him and told him how much we love him, and then we took him to the vet for a shot to help him along.

I'm afraid this is likely to be a sad stretch of time here. Rab isn't doing very well...he's starting to look a little blue, like Misto did. Both girls have multiple tumors. Arthur is losing weight. Jack and Oliver seem fine now, but they are both over two. Only Bandit is both young and healthy.