Friday evening, Jon sat outside with Red trying to get him to eat.
We stopped at a roadside hotdog stand for lunch and Red looked interested in our hotdogs. So we bought him one and he ate it.
Later that day we figured we’d go with what we knew worked and Jon cooked up a hot dog and broke it into small pieces and fed it to Red outside.
I took this Polaroid of them through the window. Red still wasn’t eating at that point and looking at Jon and Red sitting together, I could feel Jon’s worry and Red’s apathy. I think the photo also picks up the connection between them, even though Red isn’t looking directly at Jon.
It’s a connection of body and space. A language of emotion, knowing and trust.
On Saturday, Jon brought Red a meatloaf lunch from The Burger Den, a diner near us. Jon cut it up into small pieces and Red wolfed it down. It was the first time he ate with such enthusiasm in a week or so. Jon bought Red another lunch and I made a whole meatloaf for him.
It seems the doxycycline is working. Red has his appetite back and is acting more like himself everyday.
It’s been a long week, but it seems Red is on the mend.