Just got back from 40 minutes with the poor guy.

His last painkiller was at 4am this morning, and he was much more alert
tonight.  He still doesn't look very good, but was certainly less zonked out
than yesterday.  I could feel him, but not hear him, purring, and he seemed
very happy to receive affection.  Strange as it seems, I still don't think he
recognized me.  Once again, he seemed to love eating some catnip that I put on
his rug.  

He is still not eating, but the technician showed me the product that they're
using, and apparently from the label it is real liquid food, not just empty
calories.  She asserts that it similar to what people in similar can't-eat
situations would be given, and that I won't have any trouble administering it
when he goes back with me tommorow.  Allegedly there are pets that cannot eat
for whatever reason and live on this stuff indefinitely.  But she (the tech)
hopes that once the shock of the surgery and the missing tumor wears off, Les
will start to eat on his own.

This tech also said that what I'm seeing, and what is so sobering to me, is
actually quite typical of a surgical patient.  While nothing can be
guaranteed, she would be surprised if Lester didn't make it at this point.  
But I still haven't received the liver test results that were supposed to be
back by today.

Art  
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