I'm afraid

It really hit me tonight that it's probable that my sweet, wacky, deaf little white Rumi (with his excellent blanket camouflage; see above) is really going to die of this wasting disease, whatever it may be. And possibly very soon.

He is getting thinner by the day. He seems worse than ever after two weeks on this medication trial (which is supposed to last a month) and I'm afraid he really may not even make it as long as is needed for any other medication experiments. I decided tonight to stop giving him the current medication since he actually seems worse than before.

My heart is breaking. I am just grateful he has a roof over his head, lives with loving creatures and his constant companion, little Gadjo, who is following him around and literally doesn't let a moment go by without curling around Rumi, licking him, and keeping him warm. How either one of us, Gadjo or I, will manage without Rumi, I don't know.

I am sorry to post this, since it's so sad. I know that reading my blog this last year or so is like tuning in periodically on a slow, tragic train wreck. But again, please use this news as a prompt to give your beautiful furry friends an extra hug and kiss today. I know I will.

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