Emma is not feeling any better, and she's barely eating. She and I were at the vet again yesterday morning, to talk to the doctor to see where we go from here. Dr. Wood feels that this is liver related, and she is recommending that Emma have an abdominal ultrasound.
We have an appointment for this tomorrow afternoon. Hopefully, this will tell us if we are dealing with a condition that we can treat, or a mass that we cannot. Either way, I'm okay with it ... I just want to know what's going on. The 'not knowing' is stressing me beyond belief.
As I sat on the floor of the examination room with Emma relaxing on her Mexican blanket, I talked to her and stroked her fur, and I told her how much I love her. All of the sudden I realized what day it was ... October 3 ... Emma's Gotcha Day! It has been twelve years since she came to us as a spunky, black-faced fawn girl. The black face has faded to silver, but her attitude certainly hasn't.
Please keep Emma in your prayers. She and I could sure use them.
