In short: he’s home, he *seems* fine. His personality is back. He’s long since stopped wailing and barfing. But he’s on a new restricted diet… and he ain’t havin’ it. Absolutely nothing he’s *supposed* to eat, will he eat. I procured for him a number of options, from cheap to insanely expensive… and none if it is up to his standards. Actual chicken -probably the best thing for him – is not up to his standards. So, I suppose I’ll stick with the blandtacular dry food that was recommended, and if he gets hungry enough, I suppose he’ll eat it.
He seems to had made it through this crisis, though he has a few weeks of antibiotics (which, hilariously, are supposed to be taken with food) ahead of him. Many thanks to all who hit that “donate” button; it’ll help a lot. The vet clinics here are not exactly cheap.