This emotional rollercoaster is just killing me. I get a call from the veterinarian at work and she basically tells me that unless Ginger's labs drop dramatically she'll get a poor prognosis. I called Jake and tried readying myself for the worst. Then we went to visit Ginger and she looked better. Not great, but better. We brought her food from home (the doctor said that at this point getting her to eat ANYTHING was good) and she ate some of it. We also talked about what we would be doing if she came home. Daily IVs and liquid medicine. If she got better than we could go for once a week. The hardest part was hearing that we couldn't take her home. I hate leaving her there. I know it's for her own good, but still... Trixi has been extra clingy too. She keeps waiting for Ginger to come back, looking for her. If we do have to put Ginger to sleep then I don't want to have just one cat. The problem is that we're going away in November and I don't feel comfortable getting a kitten and leaving it for 5 days. Especially with Trixi being so aggressive. *sigh* Too many things to think about and none of them positive.

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