Yesterday afternoon, because of low protein levels Grover got a blood transfusion - and after that was done I managed to convince Dr. Lawrence to let him bring him home for the night. He hates the vet clinic and we hoped bringing him home might perk him up enough that we could get some food into him. It hasn't, but he does seem much happier here at home.
He's a pretty funny boy, being home is good in his books, but where he really wants to be is in the dog yard. At feeding time I did put him out on his chain - and by including him in the normal feeding routine, we did manage to get him to eat a bit of soup, which was good. When it was time to come back to the house, I practically had to drag him back in. Once in, he paced for a bit and scratched at the sliding doors before settling down. He slept comfortably beside our bed last night.
I've got to have him back at the Clinic at 9:30 this morning and I'm going to talk to them about starting to force feed him, as we have tried just about everything else.
I thank everyone that has emailed with good wishes and kind thoughts. It means alot. He's such a special part of my life, it is very reassuring to know that their are folks that understand that and are pulling for him. We aren't out of the woods yet, but the path is looking relatively promising.