This morning we took her to the vet on what I thought might be a one-way trip. She hadn't eaten all weekend voluntarily, and from my experience with feline cancer patients, that symptom usually signals the end is near. Not necessarily so with CRF.
To our great relief, the vet said Tiggy looked remarkably well, and somehow her weight hadn't dropped. She just needs some meds to make her tummy feel better, then the rest will follow from a resuming steady diet. They took some blood (and this time didn't have to gas her) and will have the results tomorrow.
Long story short, this is not the end.
OK, "relief" is an understatement. Though my eyes are still puffy from a bout with anticipatory grief, I'm giddy as a goat this afternoon. Hopefully this will mean a merry Christmas, but right now I'll settle for a Merry December 10.
Now playing: Beauty On The Fire - Natalie Imbruglia