Today, we visited Sweetpea at the vet’s office. She appeared dazed, but looked much better than yesterday. Her fur was smooth and almost pink again. It took her a few minutes to trust us and accept me. When she purred again, finally, I felt hopeful. We forced her to eat tiny spoonfuls of baby food; afterward, she nestled into the crooks of my arms but did not purr. I asked the vet if she would survive this episode. He burst out enthusiastically: she’s doing very well, she’s a day or two from going home. I nearly collapsed with relief. We steeled ourselves and left her with the people who care for her in ways we can’t, but soon, we will bring her home to our happier house.