Just wanted to thank everyone, and give an update on things.
Basically we don't know what happened yesterday - he may have had a seizure, he may have just fallen over. I'm afraid I should have remained calm and waited to see how soon he'd move on his own, instead of rushing over scooping him up and hugging him until he got pissed at me. Ah well, what can I say, I'm not very sensible when it comes to my kids
It comes down to the fact that he's not eating well at all, so I need to either keep trying to convince him that renal food is good, or just say "screw it", let him eat what he wants, and face the fact that it will shorten his remaining time. At this point I just want him to be as fat and happy as I can make him, so while I'll try to get him to eat renal food too - I'm going to let him eat whatever the hell he wants.
Last night he had a piece of hot dog (turkey hot dog so healthier than others) with me as well as some of the bun.
Thanks again everyone - I'm just really hitting the limit of my coping skills this year, not feeling alone really helps