My cat, and best friend, Henry, is very poorly. He hasn't eaten for five days.
We spent all yesterday evening at the veterinary hospital. Blood tests aren't showing up anything obvious and physical examinations are drawing a blank as well.
Henry spent the night at the hospital and is now on a drip.
I fear I am about to lose my friend of nearly seventeen years because we simply cannot afford to do anything else. The man who made me redundant better hope that God is a dog person.