Jack still isn't eating.
He nibbled at some food and peed on Friday, but other than that, we have had no evidence of him eating, and he isn't peeing or pooping. We're still force-feeding him the Nutrical, so some calories are getting into him, but he's still literally turning up his nose at actual food, and I've started crying when he does it. He is noticeably jaundiced. He is breaking my heart.
He's due to go in for more bloodwork on Thursday, but the not-eating may mean he goes in sooner; we'll be calling the vet tomorrow morning. The fact that he hasn't regained his appetite even with the antibiotics and painkillers has me afraid that there's a blockage or a tumor.
He is still sweet and good-natured and cuddlesome. But he is very quiet.
I've never gone through this with a pet before, this genuine possibility and fear of death; my first dog was quietly put to sleep when I was ten, and the next one died suddenly in kennel care years after I'd moved out. Other pets I've had got passed to new homes with friends when I moved (North Carolina to Vegas, Arizona to Florida). Max has been well, other than his jaw issues in 2007. I have never dealt with nursing a pet who might not get better.