On a random Tuesday in November, I watched as Boo tried, and failed, to eat her dinner. She would open her mouth in an attempt to eat, but then she would pause an inch above her plate. Sometimes she’d shake her head; other times she would tilt her head sideways and chomp her teeth. Boo had never been one to scarf down her food, but it was obvious that there was something severely wrong. I called the vet minutes before they closed and scheduled an appointment for the next morning.
I gave her food all night, and I felt awful because she clearly wanted to eat but either couldn’t or wouldn’t. The next morning she ate, although reluctantly. I started to question my decision to bring her to the vet, as the last time I brought her in when she wasn’t eating there was nothing wrong with her and she fought them so hard that her previous back injury flaired up for a couple days. But that was different because she had no appetite. This time it seemed like she really wanted to eat.