Geraniums in the front yard, in the gathering dusk ... not a day in which my mind was really on taking photographs. When I spoke to the vet this morning, she was anxious to get a whole set of test results before proceeding with any surgery on LucyFur. So I waited, and waited, and waited - and about 4.20 she called, and said that the good news was that there was no sign of any cancer. So the diagnosis is IBD, and triaditis (inflammation of the intestine, pancreas and liver all at once) - which may be controllable. So Fur has had a feeding tube fitted this evening; and when the vet called once again, she was coming round from the anesthetic - so tomorrow she can start to have nourishment, and meds, going straight to her stomach. The tube will stay there until she feels up to eating on her own again - could be weeks, could be months ... but it may buy her some more good time, so long as the cocktail of medications, plus special diet food, calms all of this inflammation. So that's rather changed the shape of this summer ... on the other hand, for a lot of today we were thinking that we might very well never see our tabby again. Keep her in your thoughts ...
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