That night (Saturday, December 29, 2001), he began to shake.  I put some honey on his gums (which were tightly clenched together) and gave him more cream.  I also gave him another (about two hours early) dose of prednisone and made up some of the chicken/cream/honey to give him.  He didn't open his mouth, but I used a dropper and put it on the end of his jaw and let it drip through his teeth.

He swallowed all of the food that I gave him, but didn't stop shaking.  I then realized that he was getting cool, so I got a zip-lock bag and filled it with hot water.  He had been wrapped in a towel, so I just unwrapped some of it and slid the improvised hot water bottle inside with him.  In about 30 minutes, I changed it and he began to relax slightly.

About this time, a friend called on the phone.  I held him on my chest while talking to my friend.  As we talked, Smokey suddenly stretched forward and licked the phone!  I took this to mean that he was hungry, so I told my friend good-bye and made up another batch of food for him.  He not only ate the food, he actually bit the dropper every time, at though disparate to get as much as possible.

I had made a double-sized batch, but knew that he wouldn't be able to eat it all.  I was right.  About half way through, he stopped accepting it.  He would turn his head away and move his feet as though trying to walk away.

I carried him around the house for a while, hoping to calm him down (he had begun shaking again, but lightly).  He had begun stretching his head back and to the side.  He was in serious stress and I didn't know what else to do.  Finally, I parked him on the couch, up against a pillow.  I put him in such a way that he was somewhat on his back, with the back of his head on the pillow, keeping him from stretching