He's not well. He's been hyperthyroid for 2 years and not very well controlled on thyronorm (his condition worsens and we upped the dose each time until we've been at max since summer), but quite happy in himself. He's nearly 14, I've had him since birth as we rescued his pregnant mother.
The last week or so he's suddenly seemed thinner so I took him back to the vet for bloods etc on Monday. My gut feeling was that we were reaching the end. I've just called the vet as no one has come back to me but in the last 3 days he's become incredibly weak - can no longer jump up onto a sofa, his eyes are sunken and he looks gaunt.
A few minutes ago he tried drinking out of the toilet (he has fresh water but - well you know cats, he likes to find his own from time to time) and he fell in, scrabbled out and then sort of collapsed on the floor. I wrapped him in a towel and took him to the minutes-old water in his bowl. He drank and then just slumped onto the damp towel.
I've called and asked them to get back asap, as if there's nothing obvious and reversible I think we're at the end now. Looking at him so weak is breaking my heart a little.
Having a shit day anyway as my DSis is having a bilateral mastectomy today. I'm trying not to think about that, and now this...