All of the girls are in bed. The Boy and I are both crying. The Husband has taken the cat, Miss Molly, to the emergency vet. We have barely any hope. She's been frail -- she's 17 -- and she just doesn't seem to really be there tonight.
We had taken her to the vet last week, worried about her weight loss. The vet said it looked like just a UTI and an abscessed tooth. We left her with the vet over the weekend since we were going out of town and she was on antibiotics.
When The Husband picked her up today, she seemed extra frail. At home, she didn't use her back legs. As the evening progressed, she tried to move, but barely could. We don't want her in pain, so we didn't wait for the morning.
Right now, I don't know what will happen. But I can guess.