I feel like I should apologize for the post from last night, but I won't. The saying goes "Any lesson not learned is repeated" and I need to learn from this level of grief, if only to keep it from happening again soon.
Nights are hard. During the day, I can handle it without falling apart.
Good news, though. The vet drew blood again this morning, and two of the three numbers that they were concerned about are back down in normal range. Once that third number comes down, and he starts eating on his own, he can come home. I'm relieved.
relieved