Trapper is not doing very well. He has been eating a little bit but definitely not the normal amount. He does continue to drink water and he gets up and ambles to the door to go out. I let him out this evening with the other three crazies in the dark and it was somewhat funny because I had to go out and find Trapper. He had meandered around the back of the house and he was down at the lower end of the yard. I think that gravity had taken him down there and he just couldn't muster the energy to get his ass back up to the side door.
I have to keep telling myself that he is around 14+ years old and he has had one hell of a life. He was a rescue dog that I fell in love with when I first saw him. (he was walking around the rescue area at the PetSmart and picked up his leg and took a wiz on a cat that was sleeping in one of the cages) I knew he would be able to handle living in our house.
Hopefully he eats a little bit more tomorrow.
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