Waiting. . . a little while longer

After a long conversation with a very patient and caring vet, after asking every single question on my note pad, after talking to Cynical repeatedly on the phone, we had prepared ourselves for the inevitable: saying goodbye to Sammy. We did agree, however, to one test that would confirm that we were making the right decision.

Then at 4 p.m., the vet called with news that Sammy's temperature had risen and that the test we were waiting for came back at normal levels, indicating he was fighting back. "I'm not ready to give up on him yet, unless you are," Very Sweet Vet explained. She asked for one more day; and we will gladly granted her request.

This is that horrible part where you want to get your hopes up, your stomach flips a little in excitement, but you are afraid that said hopes will be squashed in one phone call. Please pray for Sammy. Please pray for us.