Thanks, everybody, for your concern. Bob, Poppy, and I all appreciate it very much.
Bob is doing much better, pretty much his normal self. Still a little fatigued, I think. He rolls into his "APPLY TUMMY RUBS" position when I come in the room, and I oblige him as much as I can.
The emergency vet said it would take about 10-14 days to get the path results from his pancreatic biopsy.
Poppy got a steroid shot of some kind on Saturday. The vet gave me some Baytril and Interferon to give her, and some Prednisolone tablets in case her breathing got labored again.
Poppy was in fine shape yesterday, as active and hard-to-get as usual Saturday evening and Sunday. Then she started coughing and panting this morning, so I gave her one of the Pred tablets. Now she seems back to normal, so she may need to take those for a while, though I hope not permanently. If she does have asthma, I need to ask the vet if that's something she can recover from or else if it's something that will flare up from time to time always.
I'm still bushed!
Thanks again, 





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Bobby, Poppy, and Pat (and the rest of the gang)
I meant," said Ipslore bitterly, "what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?"
Death thought about it.
CATS, he said eventually. CATS ARE NICE.
-- Terry Pratchett (1948—2015), Sourcery
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