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 it back like he had been doing.

He started calming down, with the shaking becoming just a slight vibration.  I gave him more food, which he took, then some syrup-water, which was just warm water with some syrup diluted in it.  He took some of that, but then turned away, letting me know that he couldn't really take any more.

Some time during the evening, he was able to urinate into the towel, so I know he wasn't too full of fluids.  However he hadn't had a bowel movement in more than 8 hours and I was becoming concerned.  I felt his thinning belly and didn't find any masses, so I thought maybe, since most of the food I was giving him was liquid, that his body was using any remaining solids for nutrition.

Several times, I picked him up and held him, looking into his eyes.  He would stare right at me, as though asking me to keep working to save him.  I felt so bad that I couldn't just give him a shot or a dose of medicine and make him all better.  I kept beating myself up, for not knowing exactly what to do to fix him.