Last night, I almost thought I might have good news for today. Ferkel got his medication, I force-fed him some sweet potato baby food, wiped his bottom and put him in his runaround with a handful of food, cut into tiny bits. He munched down on the leafy greens and left some poopy spots, so I had hopes that he’d at least leave some droppings overnight. But then this morning, I was nearly sure he’d gotten worse, since he had no interest at all in even sniffing his breakfast.
So, more meds. More force feeding. More tiny morsels. This is very scary.