See My Forehead? What's That Word?

Oh. Sucker.

That's okay. I cop to it.

This morning, I dropped off Taylor at the vet's again.

Here's why.

Last night, I closed the bedroom door with only Taylor and me on the bedroom side of it. She snugged up to me. This morning when I picked her up, she hugged my neck fiercely with her front paws. And oh, law! Is that girl talking to me or what?

But she didn't eat.

So I took her to the vet's office and said, "Do an ultrasound on her. Look at her mouth. Give her a dose of salts. Why isn't she eating? She doesn't want to go. She doesn't want to say good-bye. She wants to hug onto my neck and purr. And I want her to stay, too."

And a few minutes ago, I remembered Hunky Vet talking about Taylor's blood test results, how her white cells were so high, that there's something going on with her liver, maybe, as well as her gall bladder and pancreatitis. Take out her gall bladder - maybe she's got gall stones. But please, try to find a way to help her live.

Neither one of us is ready to see her go.

So I'm off to the vet's again. To pick up Taylor and find out what Hunky Vet learned about the girl's innards. Sigh.