…are the two grams Squeak gained since yesterday. This despite not getting fluids last night. He was acting much more himself, and vocalizing fairly normally–he even imitated me for the first time in a couple of weeks. Plus he was feisty enough to want to escape from me and go check out the paper the vet tech was writing on.

He’s still incredibly thin–he should be 90 grams and is clocking in at 74, where he was a week and a half ago. I also saw him produce some droppings that were more water than…stuff, if you know what I mean. That scared me because that was the first clue I had something was wrong with him earlier. The vet this morning said his other stools looked OK and some fluctuation is normal.

So today we’ll drop one of his tube feedings and see if he eats enough to make up the difference. He’s not out of the woods yet, but I was fearing much worse after I saw his droppings last night.

After all I’ve been through I’m reluctant to relax, but things would definitely be bad if he hadn’t gained weight. So here’s hoping the little guy decides to chow down like it’s a Roman feast–minus the vomitorium.