He’s bounced back again.
This time was a pretty close call: he’d deteriorated pretty far, far enough for us to start making decisions about end of life. With Kristi’s prodding, we finally decided to baby-bird him – pull every trick in the book to get him to eat and drink, keep him comfortable, hope for the best.
After a couple touch-and-go weeks, Tuck’s appetite started slowly returning. He drank more, slept less. We weaned him off daily tuna water (pour warm water a little at a time into a bowl of tuna, he would drink the water), got him on ice water (another favorite trick), and finally he’s back on regular room-temp. Now he’s venturing out of the bedroom on his own for food and shoveling down dry Innova without being prodded. He’s starting to gain weight again. He’s jumping up on counters and chasing around with Ruca.
This is the way it is with this cat. 999 lives. But for now at least, Tuck’s back to his demanding, irritable, sharp and active self. Hopefully we’ll have at least a few more months before another setback.