This morning she was sitting up for the first time in days! She still looked at the water as if she really, really didn't want it but that is the way I look at water when I've been ill, so I understand. I brushed her long fur before leaving for town. We're expecting a winter storm to hit later today and we're nearly out of milk... need I say more?
I drove Christopher's little car to the grocery store. He drove our car to work since he plans to leave early and drive into "The City" to see a movie at the IMAX theater. Hmmm... driving in the City and a possible storm on the drive home... he gets the Buick. :)
Both my husband and Victoria were standing at the door to meet me when I returned. He said she had eaten kibble and drank some water and so far, kept it down! Another good sign, she is perched again on the back of the sofa with her nose pressed against the window. She is once again becoming her
It was scary to see her with the same symptoms which Sasha and Storm had when they were dying. With them (at ages sixteen and then eighteen), there came a resolution that it was their time. They had been born in the same litter and had lived long lives. I think it is kinda' cute that God let Sasha live two years longer than her pushy sister so she could be Queen of the House for awhile. :)
I'll keep you updated on Victoria but so far I can tell you prayer works. We did nothing else for her since I wrote you last night! Will be back later today with a regular post where I'm answering a few question from the comments lately.