Berlin very surprisingly came home today but is by far not out of the woods. He's very weak, very exhausted and just barely drinking.

I'm not sure what the week will bring with him but for now we're taking it day by day.

We're hopeful he gets better but are realistic that he may not. We keep saying "poor guy" and "poor kitty".

If he makes it through the week he'll have an ecocardiogram at the end of the week.

Poor guy; he's had such a rough weekend. Alex picked him up tonight so that we could give him his two pills and he let out a sad little cough. He's still purring non stop, just like the old Berlin we know.