As you might imagine, this is a huge relief to laurierobey and me. I admit it — when he actually ate a few mouthfuls of tuna last night, it was all I could do to keep from bawling like a baby with the joy of it.
But hopefully we're through that particular dark night of the soul. We've got "appetite enhancers" to give him every three days to keep him eating, antibiotics a-plenty, oh, and we're still giving him drops for the whatsit in his eye. If the general trend continues, he'll be back to his healthy, sweet-natured self again within a few weeks.
Big thanks to everyone for their well-wishes, and big thanks to whatever benevolent powers there may be for watching over our lil' guy. :)