I am *any* sort of calm (i.e. not having heart palpitations/panic attacks, not feeling nauseated, not actively crying-or any combo of those) is when she is eating.
I don’t want to get too hopeful about her but I also am not giving up on her (and am not spending every minute of being with her crying and freaking her out, not at all). But anyone who knows me knows that if you aren’t realistic with me, I don’t handle that betrayal well. And “betrayal” is exactly how I think of it when I am led to hope when there is little to none.
This last week has probably got DSM-IV written all over it for me.
Poor cat, I don’t think she can eat enough to take care of me 24/7. (though she is giving it a go…lots of food.)