So I had an awful day at work getting all my reports in on time and then making endless alterations before my boss would let me go and get Sable. I got a bus to Angel that went all round the houses and I made it to the vets just before 7pm. I was so excited to be getting Sable home, but when the vet saw me she looked upset. She told me that Sable's blood results had shown little change since when she first came in and that the prognosis was that she'd live for days or weeks but not months. She suggested I considered putting her to sleep now rather than postpone the inevitable, but I wanted to give her a fighting chance so I got all the medication that she could give me and we went home.
But once we got home I could see that Sable wasn't herself. She went back into her little spot by the bed and could hardly walk. I gave her some food and got her to drink a bit of water and then I got royally drunk on a bottle of wine. Chris came home and I told him what the vet had said and we cried and cried and cried.
Chris agreed that it would be better to have her put to sleep rather than have her suffer or feel poorly, but then we talked more and we agreed that we'd give her the medication that I'd brought home and see how she is in a few days time.
She seemed to want to sleep in the hallway so I made her a bed on the chest of drawers with some towels and a sock for a pillow and stroked her to sleep. I went to bed and cried more.
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