Tuesday cannot come fast enough.
Last night, hubby & I went to a friend's wedding that we've committed to going to for months before our unexpected adoption of our suggie. As we were coming home about the time that he would be awake anyway, I didn't think anything would be amiss.
Checked up on his food, it looked like he didn't get up for his usual daytime snack. Then I gently put my hand on his bonding pouch/sleeping pouch and did NOT get crabbed at. My heart stopped. I did it again, lifting him higher but still not a peep. I yelled for my husband because if the worst happened, I could not bare to look.
After my husband ascertained he was not dead, we fed him some meal worms & he crunched him up right away. There's a definite change in his behavior, though.
He has stopped playing with the stealth wheel about two days ago & I thought he was just bored, so we got him brand new toys to climb on & play with. I could swear he tinkered with them as I heard the bell on one of his toys ring. But it was dark & I couldn't see for sure.
Night before last, we had our 1st day of bonding in the bonding pouch & everything seemed to be going well. But then he didn't eat anything unless it was hand-fed to him & his appetite has decreased. Is this because he's on the BML diet now--actually ON a diet now--and his body is trying to adjust? I don't know. And the not knowing worries me.
Last night--after the scare that we had lost him--I had his bonding pouch around my neck, him hanging against my heart & I just talked to him, & told him how much he meant to me. Told him that we're going to give him a good home & to hang on. I was on line, researching for a friend for him. He didn't make a sound. I had to peek in on him several times to make sure he was okay. He'd look at me as if to say, "Close the zipper, will you? I'm trying to sleep."
Despite the fact that I wanted him to crab less at me because he's finally used to me & wants me for a buddy, now I dread the silence. The only time I get crabbed at now, is if I put a hand in to his pouch try to either pet him or hold him. (But he's never let me hold him outside of his pouch so I can't imagine why he'd let me hold him inside of his pouch.)
Assuming it IS his body trying to adjust to all the new changes: the new cage, the new toys, the new food, the new caring people who are actually at home wanting to engage with him...shouldn't he be MORE lively, not less?
He got up this morning & pooped his brains out. 3 or 4 giant pellets. Then he went to go & eat. But his movements seem sluggish & he didn't eat nearly as much as he normally would.
We're taking him to the vet on Tuesday. Dear God, please let him last till Tuesday. We're going to keep a close eye on him tonight. If his situation doesn't at least remain the same: if his condition worsens, we're going to have no choice but to see about taking off work Monday & see if they have an appointment available.
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