Temperature is soaring again - was 38 yesterday but 39.6 now and rising. Not even freshly poached fish will tempt him into eating. So off to the vet with Digby in the back of the car to ask :
1) whether he's in any pain ?
2) whether the disease is now in a mode where it recurs every four or five days ?
3) How much damage has been done to his organs and is likely to be done by the recurrence ? and
4) whether it's professionally advisable to try the antidote for a third time ?.
Depending on the answers the path we have to follow will be clear. 'The font' with a practical Swedish Lutheran attitude to life has been the one who has felt that despite all the odds this can be cured - that nordic certainty is now under pressure. This horrid haemmoragic illness scorns moments of joy with a constant, unstoppable drumbeat of malice .
Update - A huge surprise - the down to earth, no nonsense vet has said that as he should be dead there is no harm in trying the treatment again. The little fellow clearly wants to fight so why not let him ? As he's not in pain the vet doesn't think the time for a helping hand is here yet. On the way back in the car we've agreed that this is the third and last time.