That was very nearly the last picture I'd ever take of her. By Monday night she was in the ICU and the vet was stearing the conversation to euthanasia.
Fast forward to tonight, we're trying to learn how to use a feeding tube over the phone, because covid rules prevented them from showing us in person. Not gonna lie, this is absolutely frightening.
Her ears are twitching while I sit next to her typing this. She's dreaming.
Her prognosis is good, but the vet says, "its up to her" which just feels so god damn powerless. Her care needs aren't going to be any harder than when she was a bottle-fed kitten, and her chances are better now than then. But I feel the same. Just scared, but gonna keep at what can be done.
Setting my alarm for 4 hours....