For the last few days, we've been on Deathwatch 2006 for the poor damned cat, who keeps failing then rallying - the thyroid pills at first worked really well but now she's back to skin and bones. Last night I really thought she'd pass during the night - I talked to her and held her for a long time.
If she was in obvious pain, we'd have put her down last week, but she's not - clear-eyed, pleasant, calm, just terribly thin and moving like an old, old person.
After her pill last night (during which I noticed she had terrible breath) I poured out the juice from some tuna into her bowl. She - the doddering, we'd-swear-two-breaths-from-the-grave cat went to town. Cleaned the bowl and miaowed for more.
Today Bear went and bought some soft catfood, and she's been wolfing it down. Now we think that part of the problem might be that her mouth hurts her.
Is this the solution? Will there be a happy ending for Panda Bear?
Possibly - probably not.
She has an appointment at the vets' office on Thursday, and she may not come home.
But I feel better that she's not starving to death.