Yesterday I thought I was going to lose Mishi. He was so down and lethargic. I hardly slept all night thinking I would wake up to a cold cat or have to take him to the vet for his last sleep. Instead, he's up, eating, tail perky, hiding from me when he saw me taking the bag of fluids to the bathroom (easier to do it there as there's a hangy thing that's just the right height to get the fluids flowing at a good rate and I can confine him, even though he's very easy to give fluids to). So he gets to stay on this side of the Bridge one more day.

It really is one day at a time right now. I pray that I'll know when the time is right - it's very close; its' just not today.