Thank you everyone... I can't believe how strong I'm being through all this. I'd have expected to be a quivering mass of jello right now. Denial is a strange thing. He CAN'T be sick. He CAN'T have a life threatening illness.

I was heartbroken last night when Allen was wandering around the house calling for Pouncer like he does. It just killed me to hear that knowing Pouncer wasn't going to come and might not come for a while (keeping positive that he WILL come back to his buddy). I had a heart to heart talk with Harry and told him not to pick on Pouncer when he comes home (I don't think Harry was listening)

I have to admit one thing: my heart was slashed in two when the vet called. I hung up with the vet and immediately called hubby. Left him a message, then called Jen. Left her a message. Then called Donna. I told all 3 people that it was liver failure. Then I spoke to a rescue friend and somehow it became kidney failure. Then I called Donna back and told her it was renal failure. To be honest, I can not remember if its liver or kidney. I could have been confused in the beginning or completely correct. I don't know. I was floored to hear that news. I was confident the vet would call and say his bloodwork came back a-ok and that he was slated for surgery today.

I have one major headache and feel like someone slammed my head in a door. I want to go back to bed and sleep the day away. Maybe I'll take one of Pouncer's valiums (bad attempt at making a joke)