Beck, sick and waiting for the vet
This morning, Beck didn't want to go outside; ordinarily he and Amber want out first thing each morning. This afternoon, after Beck slept all day and ate nothing, I called the vet. He just came and took Beck away for treatment. I'm hoping for the best. Beck's just 11 years old; I've always expected him to outlive Paul and Lovie, who turn 23 this year.
UPDATE: My vet just called. Beck has an unknown infection, arrived with a high fever and dehydrated. She said his fever was lower but still elevated. He's eating and drinking a bit, but not as much as the vet would like. She's going to keep him at least through the weekend. Thanks for your concern, guys. It's really appreciated. I will keep you posted as soon as I heard anything.