Tomorrow I am going to set up an appointment for Bert to go to sleep... He is wasting away and I fear that he has something horrible like cancer. With no sizeable improvements despite fluid injections and antibiotics, it hardly seems fair to continue giving him nutrients to sustain this terrible condition. He has not pooped in a month, although he passes urite (white/runny). Even with a diagnosis, there is little to be done.
If I can afford it, I will get a necropsy, but times are tight in my world these days. So it is time. He has started to bite at my hand when I have to handle him for treatment, feeding and watering, indicating that he is done with all of it, and I don't want our last days together ones of distrust and fear.
If I can afford it, I will get a necropsy, but times are tight in my world these days. So it is time. He has started to bite at my hand when I have to handle him for treatment, feeding and watering, indicating that he is done with all of it, and I don't want our last days together ones of distrust and fear.