Since I last posted, we had a miserable night [last night]. John thought Skootch was not long for this world. He wouldn't even lick gravy off my finger - turned his head away and shuddered. Then I noticed he was drooling and shaking. He went under the dining room table and was drooling. I thought about spending the night with him under the table, then decided to go up to bed. I cried myself to sleep.
This morning I went looking for him, expecting a dead cat. Couldn't find him anywhere downstairs, found him under a dresser in our bedroom, still alive. He spent most of the day on our upstairs futon. I tried smearing a little gravy on his mouth, and he would drool and and whimper. Tonight a friend came over and helped me hydrate him (my first time doing THAT!). We'll see. I'm canceling all my plans for the next couple of days. So glad I work at home.