The most amazing thing has happened, it's like a miracle. After two days of getting weaker and weaker and not eating for two days and finding the slightest bit of movement to be exhausting, yesterday morning Elvis was better! And I don't mean a little bit better, I mean hugely better!

Wednesday night, when I got home I took him to the cat box and he went to the bathroom, but still didn't want to eat or drink and absolutely collapsed afterwards, but when I went to bed, he left his spot all by himself and crawled into bed with me. As the night wore on, he kept getting more active, he would sit up normally on his haunches, like he hasn't done in days and days, whenever I would wake up or move he would get up and change positions and act more alert than I have seen him do since last Sunday.

Then I got up and left him in my bed, I was going to come back and get him and see if he wanted to eat or go to the bathroom, but before I could, he went out there all by himself! He walked across the entire apartment, went to the cat box, then sat down by his bowl! I gave him some food, and then he lay down for a bit of a rest, but it wasn't a collapse all flopped over on one side, it was laying down with his head up and taking a bit of a breather, then he put his face in his food and just hammered it down.

Quickly, I smashed up his pills, because I haven't been able to give him any medicine since he came home, and when he finished I gave him some more food with the pills in, and he ate that too. Then he walked back across the apartment and went to his spot. And he was not completely spent like he had been before, he just laid down. And then five minutes later he got up of his own accord, walked over to the desk and climbed up on my lap.

He was sitting on my lap. And he was laying down in his normally peculiar fashion, not all floppy and with his head down. He so rarely lays down on my lap like a normal cat, if he's all squinched weirdly with his back hunched up, that is normal for him, and I haven't seen him lay down like that literally for weeks.

It is like a miracle. Literally like seeing someone rise from the dead. Now, it's not as though the cancer is gone, and I know that with dying people if they are suddenly better that means that they will die within two days and usually just one, but I cannot help being encouraged by this amazing improvement. After spending two days where every single time I come home I don't just think, but know that he is dead. just seeing him walk without staggering, or eat food, or sit on his haunches and purr, it's such a beautiful sight.

Apparently, sleeping with me brings the dying back from the brink of death. I should rent myself out.

When I got home, he was still fine, sitting up, he went by himself again to his dish, then ate three dinners before settling down on my lap for the evening and licking up the cheese sauce from my chicken cordon bleu.

This week started out so badly, but now it is one worth remembering.

Change

My life cracks open
Things shuffle, re-arrange, shift
Making room for you

Today's horoscope:
Success comes late in the day. You penetrate the chaos and throw down some order as quitting time approaches. You may have to put in a few extra hours to get it done just the way you like it.

One year ago today:
I'm pretty certain that he's used to women turning into a big pile of goo around it, so he just moves on. Thank God, because anyone waiting for me to pick up the conversational ball in this situation would grow old waiting for me to say something clever.

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