Took Hummer to the vet today and my vet, who is more than a vet but a friend, gave me that look. That look that said "I'm so sorry". He's down to about 5 pounds now - my beautiful boy whose "cruising weight" was 12 pounds for most of his adult life.
She gave him some meds for the nausea but the reality is he has a tumor now that's pressing against his tummy inside and makes him unable to keep food down. She also gave him some IV fluids which never hurts in a case like this.
So I bring him home and what does he do? Comes out of the pet carrier and rubs his head against my leg. Gives me that big, beautiful green eyed look and climbs into his favorite chair in the living room.
I have managed to use an oral syringe to get some food into him tonight. He just keeps looking at me and I fall to pieces.