Doctor Tim looked at Zaccheus today. He said he has a chance, so I came home with him. It was emotional, because I had to warn the kids, who were waiting in the reception area that I might not bring him out of the exam room. They understood. But Doc held him and pulled on the skin behind his neck. He said Zacchie is strong and wants to live, so to keep up the good work.
The version I gave the kids was less hopeful because I don't want to break their hearts if he doesn't make it. I'd rather they were a little prepared, at least. Not that you can really be prepared for an animal to die.
He just ate, and I've been up several times the past two nights with him, so I'm going to lie down while he sleeps.
Feels like having a real baby!