He ate.

Mr. Elliot been siting inside the box under the bed, not greeting me when I return. The only place he goes to is the toilet to pee.

He's not eaten a kibble since yesterday afternoon when we left for the clinic. Well he pooed 3 times in the clinic. With heavy heart I left home again to get lactose free milk from the guardian pharmacy and armed myself with syringes.

Got home, still no sign of Mr Elliot at the door. Went to the kitchen, lift up the tab of the milk, and there, our dear friend going to washroom again. Gave him a bowl of fresh water after he pee-ed. As he retreat to under the bed, I called him, he took one step but hesitated further. Stretch out and gave him one kibble he ate, such a relief, he ate about 8 kibbles before going back to his box. Oscar the vacuum cleaner clean up the crumbles. And now he is warming my tummy as I blog. *Rolleyes* now he is asleep!