It's not a money matter gecko. I'd spend all the money I have if I knew Rocky could recover from the anesthesia they use to get close enough to examine him. When he was younger he'd bounce back in a day. As he aged it would take him a couple of days to be his old self. The last visit, it took him nearly a full week to "come out of it" completely. He couldn't take it this time. He's so frail now. Just a wisp of the cat he used to be. If I take him to the vets this time it'll be his last visit. I won't let them knock him out or give him kitty valiums or gas. I'll hold him and talk to him and calm him and love him and say goodbye.

TY so much for the kind and heartfelt words everyone!!!

Today hasn't been very good for the ole guy. It's quite a contrast from yesterday actually. He's eaten...but just a very small amount. He drank a little water, but puked afterward and so the pill I gave him (1/2 pill twice a day for hyperthyroid) didn't get into his system. He's resting in the recliner at the moment. *looks to see him* No...wait. He's not there. *checks house* He went upstairs to get under our bed covers. I left the bed unmade so it would be easier for him to snuggle under the covers. He's happy and warm under there. He's not in pain as far as I can tell. He rubs on my legs for a pet or two. I pick him up and he snuggles into my arms. He never really liked to be held too long when he was younger, but now he wants me to hold him till my limbs go to sleep...lol!

I'm keeping a close eye on him and I'll keep you posted.

(((((EVERYONE)))))

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