A roller coaster ride, that's what it's been lately. One night the poor guy's nearly lifeless, like a rag doll, the next he's standing on my sleeping wife's chest, trying to step on her head for some reason.
Most days he just sleeps as usual, but this morning, and I mean like 1:00- 1:30, I woke to find him trying and failing to climb his perch steps. He walks towards a storm door window my wife has propped against the living room wall, adorned with this year's partially finished Christmas painting. He sits there, looking into it like he's watching something.
We now have to either cut down the edge of his litter box or find him a new, shallow one because he can no longer easily step into or out of this one. He wobbles a bit more each day, like a little black furry drunken man.
We've been up off and on since I first woke around 1:30-ish watching him wander, watching him stoop over his three dishes of food and water, stare at them, then walk away.
Right now he's crying and staring up at his perch, and, though I have the bottom step blocked I'm ready to run over to either help him climb or stop him. As I wrote this last paragraph I watched him trip absentmindedly over his water dish, and he's now pacing a loop around the base of his perch and his dishes, which we've moved into the living room so they're near where we slept on the futon mattress on the floor since he's not capable of pulling himself up onto the futon any more without slipping off.
No longer able to groom (or, knowing him, just not giving a shit) he wears a permanent smear of slime/crust on his chin, down his chest and over the front of his paws. Sure, we try to help keep him cleaned up, but... No new pictures these days- I'll spare him that.
Call the Vet? Pay another hefty sum just to walk through the door, get a consult, and more meds/treatments/therapies that seem less and less effective lately? Risk a scolding for giving up on this "special" diet stuff he just won't eat and feeding him anything he'll eat at this point?
Can we rely on them to just be honest with us about what we really need to start thinking about? We're up to three times a week on his fluid therapy now, and the last few doses of appetite stimulant have had progressively less effect.
His weight's been bouncing between 4.8 lbs and 5.4 or so, and last night he was right at five. We just want the poor guy to be comfortable, but so far it seems we're not doing so hot.
He just climbed up onto my lap, and he hates to have to fight the laptop for space, so I'll sign off with his trademark "Bye".