Joy is home. We got the phone call this morning that I was hoping for so dearly last night: all of her tests look good, she’s been eating and not throwing up, she’s peppy, and she’s ready to come home. We picked her up in the afternoon. She was very wiggly and happy...

Joy should be tromping on top of me right now, demanding my attention, wanting to lick my face as hard as she can before settling down into the nook of my shoulder, belly out, paws dangling over her chest like a rotisserie chicken, and letting out the biggest sigh you...

Joy was admitted to the hospital today. Sigh. Vitals are still all good! But, she wasn’t improving with the meds they gave us—the opposite, really, she seemed to be getting a bit worse with losing her appetite yesterday—so when I called the doc this morning to ask...