Zeke swallowed about half of his medicine this morning and refused the rest of it. He still isn't eating and we haven't had any luck passing anymore poo. Anyways, today he was awake a little bit, moved to the shade of his tank, and went back to sleep. As for handling him, I didn't give it much of a try. By the time I got off work his lights were shutting off and I felt it was better to simply let him rest. I'll try it tomorrow morning before the vet.
My vet visit is pretty much first thing in the morning, but my gut is telling me that he probably won't be coming home with me. I can just tell from watching him that it's unfair to keep on going unless the vet surprises me with amazing news. It's not a matter of giving up on him; I really want him to amaze me and beat this. It is that he is suffering and has a terrible quality of life that only seems to be declining.