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I've just gotten back from the vet. They can't find any reason why Molly hasn't eaten in a day and a half. Syringe feeding is what they recommended, sending home a pouch of Oxbow Critical Care for me to mix for her... which she absolutely loathes. Without someone to physically lock her down and hold her head still, syringe feeding is a bust. And when the vet comments on her having gone past 'middle age' and telling me what a good life she must have had I start going to pieces, even if she's trying to console me.

She's acting like Vickie did the night I lost her.