Woofer and Tweeter both stopped being interested in eating, although they still had spunk enough to fight cleaning and to battle the bottle. At the vets’, they said the meds were more dangerous than waiting, to keep with the nightly subcutaneous fluids, and frequent feedings. This afternoon, they finally ate a little, and just now, a whole lot. And their poop is a better consistency. So things are looking up.
From worse to better