But he didn't.
Today I took him in and let Dr Folland euthanize him. Poor Drake was so weak and tired that he didn't even flinch as the vet struggled to find a blood vessel to inject the medicine into. His blood pressure was so low that it took six times before it worked. :(
I held him while he died. Poor baby. Even Dr Folland apologized that all the meds and blood tests and eye drops and force feedings couldn't help Drake live.
Fly high, little Drake, now that your eyes are clear and bright.
