Thank you for all your kind words on my last post!

My cat is still not any better.
She’s still vomiting and can’t eat. She’s still on IV at the vet’s.
They let me visit her today. I cried.

She looks better than she did when I took her to the vet. She doesn’t have that “I’m so sick and weak” expression, and her eyes are more alert. But she still looks sick, just not as weak and dehydrated, and she was very tired. She threw up again while I was there. But she refuses to drink even to get the taste of bile out of her mouth, because it might make her throw up again.

The worst part is, they still don’t really know what’s wrong. She’s getting a blood test for pancreatitis today, but the results won’t be in until mid to late next week.

Here is my baby: (under a cut because she has an IV in her front leg in the last photo. You can’t really see it, but if you’re sensitive to that sort of thing, you might not want to click)

Dax

Dax being cute

Dax sleeping with her tongue out

Dax today (April 20th 2007)

You know how in tearjerker movies, when a loved one is sick, someone always dramatically says they would willingly be sick in place of the loved one?
I feel that way today. I would gladly take on whatever is wrong, if it meant Dax could feel better.