Diana spent ten days earlier this month at the UC Davis Veterinary Medical Center being treated for severe kidney failure. We drove up to Davis nearly every day to visit her and consult with doctors, and went through fifteen kinds of hell along the way - watching her get better, then get worse, then get better, etc. I'm sure some people would have pulled the plug long ago, but we simply couldn't do it. We've had some serious ups and downs since she came home, but for the last few days she's been doing very well. She requires buckets of time for her nursing care - tube feeding, sub-cutaneous fluids, various meds, dressing changes, yada, yada. Is it worth it? How much pain is she in? Is she happy with her lot? Is she miserable and wishing we'd just let go? Unanswerable questions, of course, and I wonder, hour by hour, if we're doing the right thing(s). Then, there's days like today and yesterday, where she runs around the house, jumps on the furniture, sprawls in the sunlight, does a really cool "elevator butt" every time we pet her, is conversational, and is interactive with us and some of the other cats. Time will tell, and maybe we'll never know what's "the right thing" to do. In the meantime, we're giving her all the love we can muster, and hoping that amounts to something in her little kitty mind.
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