Days of grace

Fishing for flukes at high tide, Arnside. A beautiful end to a day when the summer returned.

Two days ago we thought we might be taking Bob on his last trip to the vet's today. He hadn't eaten for several days, and was weakening fast. On Wednesday, the vet found a large mass in his abdomen, she was worried his gut was blocked and it looked like his time was measurable in a few days. She gave him a steroid injection and recommended a prescription diet.

This morning for the first time in weeks, he came up the stairs to the bedroom, jumped on the bed and asked for his breakfast. He's been eating all day, and this afternoon as I sat in the garden with a cup of tea, he sat on my lap and purred. These are days of grace, there is no miracle cure, but we have a little more time with him.

Thanks again for all the supportive comments.