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Frank's just had his painkiller shot, so he's taking a little nap now.

Thanks to my mum and dad's limousine service, he came home once again this afternoon, with a battery of medications - appetite stimulant, anti-nausea pills, antibiotic (Flagyl - he absolutely hated getting this squirted into his mouth, and if you've ever taken it yourself, you'll understand why), etc etc. We're throwing everything at him in a last ditch effort to get and keep him well.

Cruelly but wonderfully, today he's been better than he has since he first fell ill again, Tuesday before last. He's been eating like a Hoover and absolutely insisting on cuddling up next to me. This did change in the evening, though, when he started to look as though his pain might be returning - suddenly he wasn't interested in food, and just lay still, breathing fast. Pancreatitis is terribly painful. But the vet taught me how to give him a subcutaneous shot of buprenorphine - easy peasy! (Which is good, since I carefully positioned a vial of leftover oral painkiller liquid in my pocket to keep it upright, and ended up with a soaked and presumably painless pocket.)

There's no way to be sure, but I strongly suspect that tomorrow morning it will be obvious which way he's headed. Even if he does relapse again, though, how wonderful to have had the chance to spend a cheerful, cuddly Christmas Eve with me old china, tucked under my arm where he belongs.