Little man definitely got much worse over night, I was surprised to find him still alive in the morning tbh. Back legs were staying splayed out and stiff, intermittant knuckling, and his ability to walk was even worse. Dr. P spread a towel on the floor to give him space to move around so he could be observed, he started attempting to circle, then had trouble even staying upright. He kept rolling to the side and pushing himself onto his head :/ He also kept sort of rearing backwards and flailing his hands and head around. Given that he was already on antibiotics for resp, and his lungs sounded good and ears looked/smelled ok, vet was not inclined to treat him for ear infection. We discussed possibly treating a brain tumor with steroids backed by antibiotics, but Dr. P felt it would likely only be prolonging the inevitable. While checking his eyes and testing reflexes, he concluded that the little guy wasn't really "there" anymore. Dr. P is more aggressive than most vets at the clinic, and if anyone would have been willing to try anything to save this guy, it would be Dr. P. So I was inclined to trust him on this and let the little guy go. My instinct said it was the right thing to do as well. I hope so.
He was here all of five days. Considering where he came from, I think these were the best, happiest five days of his life. Rest well little guy.
