Today has been an unbelievable ride. This morning, we went to the emergency clinic (where Streak spent the night) with the full belief we were going to see our buddy for the last time. The reports from the vet had been negative--same, but pain worse, etc--and we had no interest in making him go through another night like the one before.
But when they brought him in, it was clearly a different Streak. His eyes were wide open and alert and focused on us. Still not happy, but a big difference from last night's bleary eyed stare. It didn't take long for us both to say, hey, this is not what we expected. In talking to the vet, we realized that the previous shift was operating from less information and we decided to run some blood work and do an Xray. The xray was because the vet was concerned Streak's abdomen was distended and there might be a tumor there.
Noon, we learned that for the first time in days, Streak's white blood cell count was up. Just a bit ago, we learned that the Xray was negative and that Streak had even walked on his own. Last night, that was inconceivable.
We still have a Streak with cancer. We know that. But we also know that we have enjoyed our moments with Streak, and we have hoped we would have a few more moments. We don't know what the next step is with chemo, and we don't know what that will bring. But we know that we have him for now.
And for tonight, that is enough. Hell, it is more than enough.