They have kept her to rehydrate her and they'll call tonight. If she doesn't improve then the will do an ultra sound of her liver (I think for cancer cells). Not sure after that.
I love my cat so very much. She is very cute and very smart. She is my shadow when I'm at home. When I m/c she didn't leave my side. She slept on my pillow, sat in the bathroom while I threw up from the pain and lay across my stomach when the cramps were really bad. She has big green eyes and a black/brown face and she stared at me for days, till I was ok.
I keep thinking of her, all alone and hooked up to an IV. Wish I could just sit with her. Seems unfair that she looked after me when I needed her and I don't get to do my bit for her. I'm trying not to be too dramatic about all this. Trying to keep the whole thing in proportion. Hard though.
If she is really sick I won't keep her alive for my benefit, I always thought that was so cruel. I will rip out my heart and do the right thing. I know there are many, many worse things in this world. I know some of you out there have to deal with so much more than a sick cat. I'm sorry if this post seems self pitying. It is. It's just that I love her.