Rico has been refusing water all day. I’ve mixed some in with his food and given him a bit with a syringe, but he hates it. He has lost what little strength he had. I’m afraid to put him down. It seems like he’s fading, and if he does, I don’t want him to be alone. My brain is telling me he feels loved and that’s all that matters. My heart is trying to catch up with my brain. Poor sweet boy.