There really isn't any more I can do for Hobbes. I thought he would die overnight. This morning he managed to get up the stairs and was there on the landing, waiting for me to wake up!
Last night his respiratory difficulties were awful. I had him on my lap while watching a very very long opening day baseball game.
I don't have any idea how this is going to develop except that it is terminal and there isn't anything I can do except keep giving him Lisine and steroids.
keeping him as comfortable as possible. Hugs.