The vet said he was "continuing to improve." Which means he was even worse off than I thought, as he mostly just laid there while I petted him and talked to him. His eyes tracked me a little and he didn't seem miserable, just exhausted. Breathing pretty fast.
Tam went to the pet hospital with me. (I turned my ankle at work,thanks to some holes left in the lawn and a mower who just mowed flat across them. I can drive my manual transmission car but it's no fun). She cried. I cried too.
I'll see how he's doing and what vet has to say about him in the morning. I'm still hoping.
CHICAGO RAILROAD FAIR, 1948
1 day ago