**Phoebe update**
Phoebe came out of the closet and is back in her bed in the bathroom.
I decided to start force feeding her, so every hour I’m giving her about a teaspoon of wet food. I’m tilting her head like I would if I was giving her a pill, then depositing a fingertip full of food in her mouth. So far she’s keeping it down and tolerating it, but it’s rather like feeding an infant strained peas.
No eye droppers? No pablum with milk?
You’re doing just fine, Sandy! She will eat to please you.
If I were there, I would help in any way I could.
*HUG*