Marlin had a rough night. At times, he kept one rear leg up, at times the other. I got the impression he wanted to hold both up with no weight on them. By the time we went to bed, his entire rear end was down and he couldn't get it up for anything. I had to carry him outside for his final pee, then in to my bedroom and get him settled in a pet bed for the night. (Then I had to do the same for Sugar! Of course Willy had to be locked in another room while I did all this so he wouldn't attack Marlin.)

Marlin got up at least once during the night, and hobbled around a bit. (This morning I see he flooded the kitchen again. Yeah, THAT is still going on as well.) When he returned to bed, he sat for a long time, and when he put his front end down he gave a loud groan.

Part of me thinks I best have x rays done tomorrow - Friday -- because other wise I will be having them done at the ER over the long (3 day) weekend. AND I get this awful thought that I will be called once they do the x rays, that he needs to be PTS (remember my one week foster, Ben).

The Tramadol helped only slightly; and of course it makes him sleep at the high dose he is on.

What to do, what to do. All very sad at this point.