It is Monday morning, and Norman has had his antibiotics and MSM. He was laying down when we came into the barn, but we got him up for his shot. It was obvious he had a drink of water in the night - half a bucket worth - but Norman continues to lose strength as is evident by his inability to stay standing for long. Once down, he will eat a bit if the hay is in front of him, and certainly when we feed him by hand. The combination of pain & weakness is making this journey hard on Norman, and on those of us who watch helplessly. I often wonder, standing by his side, rubbing his neck and talking softly to him, if he might be thinking to himself, "Why don't the wolves come?"