The vet visit for Rhea and Harrison was uneventful. The vet gave Harrison something to try and boost his appetite based on the idea that his issues were just part of the ups and downs of his digestive issues. But when I came home after work Harrison had collapsed.
I managed to get into the vets again and after making him more comfortable we did some tests and there were signs of serious, multiple organ failures. He was dying, and I let him go.
Now he is at peace, and we are the ones who suffer.
It helps that he surely would not have lasted long if I hadn’t taken him in, and that he enjoyed his ten months here. I will miss him very much.