Poor old mog. She has hyperthyroidism, heart disease and dodgy kidneys. She was sick at the weekend and then escaped and went missing for two days.
Yesterday she came home looking so starved and tatty, won't eat (so won't have any of her pills) and has only drunk the bit of water I've put in with a syringe. Has licked a scrap of ham and sniffed a Dreamie.
I'll admit I was hoping she'd just snooze her way to oblivion last night, given how distressed she gets in the car, but she's still with us, occasionally pottering a few feet - slowly, but not staggering - and asking to go out.
Now she's asleep on the floor again. I know what I should do, but she looks so peaceful and calm.