|Fred (left) and Ethel prior to Ethel's illness.|
Saturday began slow and sad. Ethel would not eat any food but I did get one pill in her in a tiny piece of fish that she quickly threw up. She looked and was acting dreadfully weak. I took Sheba for a walk and cried the whole way; I felt I was going to lose her.
I was doing dishes when I heard her unmistakable meow. It was 11:00 am.I turned around and there she was, asking for food. I offered her some food that she’d rejected earlier and she ate a good solid meal. Better still, right afterwards she went to her litter box and deposited some healthy looking stool.
I was truly overjoyed and have hope again.