Toby is lying in the used paper box. I think he is dying and the Exfactor is taking him to the vet today. He is quickly getting worse and losing his faculties. I won't go into a descriptive tale of his disabilities because it makes me sad, but he suddenly became very ill. He'll probably have to be put to sleep. He's only able to drink some water with a lot of support.
That kind of puts a damper on things, doesn't it? It's hard to be cheerful when you have that on your mind.
I've just put a thick towel beneath him and got him to eat a small bowl of kibbles. Maybe there is a slight improvement? I dare not hope for one. He seems more comfortable. Maybe I can nurse him back to good health.
Anyway, this was just a sign of life, to let you know I'm still here, but preoccupied. I'll write more later today.