Tuesday night our remaining cat, Emily, took a turn for the worse. Emily is 16 years old and starting to move into "old cat" mode - a little less spry, a little more willing to spend the day napping on the waterbed. On Tuesday she suddenly folded in on herself, curling up and refusing to eat, move, or respond at all. She was never a big cat, but by the time we took her to the vet on Wednesday, she had lost a pound from her last check-up, and she was becoming less able to move around (up to that Tuesday she had been her normal self - demanding lap-space from anyone watching TV and begging for scraps at the dining room table).
We took her to the vet, and the worst night of it was Wednesday. She has a high white cell count, and we're giving her antibiotics, in addition, they rehydrated her, injecting water into her system.
She has recovered somewhat, in that she is now alert and grooming herself, but she still is frail and not eating nearly enough to recover (We are tempting her with turkey baby food and roast beef). She is not out of the woods yet, but we have hope now.
So that's what I've been doing for the past few days (Well, that and a sudden emergency project that just exploded and which I had to deal with because everyone else on the team was out of the office). So I'm a bit worn with it all.