He was fine and sporty on Friday, ate like a hog at dinnertime. Saturday morning, was off his appetite. Not too worried because he's always had phases of eating lightly and we've had countless days over the years of lack of appetite. He ate a bit on Saturday night and seemed to be doing better.
I woke up yesterday morning to find that he had vomited up all of his food plus many more piles of stomach acid and was having horrible, scary bloody diarrhea. Rushed him to the vet where he's been ever since.
We still don't know what we're dealing with. Waiting on numerous test and biopsy results which I desperately hope begin arriving late this afternoon. He's not eating, having extreme nausea, lots more scary bloody diarrhea. I quite honestly don't know how he's managed to make it this far; his frail little body is so weak and ravaged right now.
All of the potential diagnoses that have so far been mentioned are very, very scary. I hope that somehow, somehow, SOMEHOW none of them are confirmed. It will be a miracle I think at this point.
I am doing my best to stay positive -- but I am very, very afraid and my heart is breaking.
Edited by Laurie IMOM, 31 August 2009 - 08:17 PM.