Oh Max, sweet boy, I'm so sorry that you still have the sickies. I want so much for you to feel better and go back to being your old self again. We'll just have to pump up the volume on the prayers, that's all there is to it. I'm sure Mom could use a good dose of it, too. In the meantime, lick your ice cubes, clean under the bed for Mom and know that the two of you are always in my thoughts and prayers every single day. (((HUGS))) to Mom and soft, gentle pets to you, Max.