The “publish” button had just been pushed last night when the phone rang. It was my sister. She’d looked for my blog post, hadn’t found it (patience!) and called to see how Twinkle was doing. She was much the same. No better, for sure, and maybe a little worse.
Today, she has wobbled around. For a wonder, she was still able to get on my lap and rest as long as I could sit down. I don’t know how she did it but she managed to separate her prescription food from her Fancy Feast and now all she’s doing is licking off the gravy and leaving the bits of meat.
She’s still drinking water. There’s that much.
I haven’t gotten a lot accomplished today. The animals have been fed and I straightened up some of the more glaring unevenness of my hair after my bath. I think the T/P Lady was so distracted, she didn’t do as good a job as she generally does.
This waiting for Twinkle to either get better or not is getting to me. I can’t write too much about it because I get emotional. I’m praying something will happen to change the status quo.