Toby is not at all better, but considering the circumstances, he is doing as well as can be expected. He is still lying in the paper box on an old towel and the litter box is right beside it. He manages to use it as long as I clean it right away. He balances precariously on it and a lot of times he falls over, but he tries his best anyway.
He lets me know when he is thirsty or hungry and I bring the food and water to him. He has to keep himself from toppling over while he eats and drinks. He is more hydrated now and his coat looks better, but he's still not grooming himself and all he does basically is sleep.
I don't know if he's in any pain, though I assume he is, because he's very uncomfortable when he's not in the paper box for some reason. It's his refuge. He moans when he's not in it. I think it's inevitable that he's put out of his misery on Monday, although it is a hard decision to make and I could go on indefinitely this way with him. It's not fair to him, though, and would only serve to spare my feelings.