First off: thank you, everyone, for your good thoughts and supportive comments. Miles and Jennifer and I appreciate it more than you can imagine.
Just a quick post tonight, as I'm exhausted. I didn't get much sleep last night, am coming down with a cold, and have had a busy day working at home and tending to Miles.
Miles is doing okay, although the pressing issue at the moment is that he isn't drinking water. I chalked it up to stress when he didn't have any water yesterday after coming home, but when he didn't have any this morning, I got very concerned. I tried everything I could think of to encourage him to drink, but he wouldn't budge. (I now know that that saying about leading a horse to water goes twice as much for a stubborn cat.) So, fearing he would dehydrate, I took to forcing a few drops of water in him, via an eye dropper, every half-hour to hour. He hates me deeply for doing that, but it had to be done, and I feel better for having done it. (Actually, as I wrote this, it appears that Miles went into the kitchen and had a little bit of water from his bowl. Score!)
Despite the hydration issue, we think Miles is getting better being at home. He's been getting a tremendous amount of rest, not to mention love and attention. The big sweet moment came last night when he hopped up on the bed in the middle of the night, curled up between Jennifer and I, and stayed there with us until we woke up. He looked so much stronger and happier in the morning.
Unfortunately he has to go back to the SFVS in the morning for his colonoscopy, which will be preceded by a couple of enemas. Seriously. (If he didn't like my feeding him water through an eye dropper, I can't imagine how he's going to react to it from, ah, the other end of the spectrum, if you will.) We're concerned that he will be (re-)traumatized by that procedure, but we're anxious to hear what the biospy will reveal.
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