Emma is slowly climbing out of a hard crash right now.
At her vet appointment Monday her blood-work showed she is severely anemic. After an iron injection and several hours with the vet, he sent her home and was cautiously hopeful about the chances she will respond to the new medication we are going to be injecting her with three days a week for the foreseeable future (the same stuff I used when I had cancer a number of years ago, oddly) to help boost her red blood cell count.
She could barely walk Monday... Tom and I are both taking this very hard.
I "slept" out near the closet where she has been staying for the last several days.
She was better Tuesday AM and this morning we woke to find she made it to the litter box by herself overnight at some point. And she is eating dry food this morning.
She moved into the closet in our room, which is a regular hangout for her.
When I opened the door all the way her head popped up and she meowed at me.
She hasn't done that for a few days.
She keeps scarfing down teeny saucers of low-sodium tuna water with a tiny bit of tuna flakes when I put it in front of her.
We are hopeful.
We are definitely at a cross-roads.
Tom and I agreed that if she doesn't continue to show gradual improvement by week's end, we are going to take her back to the vet.
I knew it was going to be hard.
I didn't think it would be this hard.
Never did I think it could hurt so much...