When we visited the cat in the hospital, he looked terrible. The doctor indicated his prognosis was poor, and the kids all had tears in their eyes a they said goodbye to him. It seemed ulikely he would make it through the night.
The next morning the hospital called to say I could bring him home. I didn't know what to expect but when I got there they told me his red blood cell count had improved substantially.
He was responding to the medication.
Now, three days further on, he is acting more like himself -- eating, lying next to us to be petted, and seems to be much more alert,
When I hide his pill in his food, he's now eating it without me having to force it on him, which was the case the first day.
We still have no clear sense of his future; my credit card bill is swollen, and I've been sick all week myself -- juts a very bad cold, I think.
But at least the vets were able to save the cat, for now.