The diuretic and pill has had no effect. Since returning from the vet, Wilma has just been lying on a rug doing nothing but watching the world go by. She hasn't really eaten for four days and barely has the strength to lift her head. I took her to the back door so that she could look at the garden and be in the sun - a spot she loved to nap in on those warm sunny evenings. The night was a quiet one. I slept downstairs in the lounge with her. Each time I dozed off and awoke I'd look over at her wondering... Often I'd stroke her and she rewarded me by purring gently, so it was good to know she was content. We are due to go to the vet again at 9:30 this morning and I think I have accepted what the outcome will be even though the tears are welling up as I type. I'm sure Wilma will be gracefully accepting of what will be as well as she starts out on the next stage of whatever life's great adventure holds for us.