The hospital closed at 9 p.m.
The goal of the doctor was to get him stable enough to transport him to a hospital that had 24 hour doctor coverage. Pumpkin was ever so close to rounding the bend. I was on the phone with King Daddy when the hospital closed, I heard the click of the lock. Minutes later I witnessed an older gentleman coming into the hospital with a pet carrier. My assumption was that they must care for the staff's animals, after hours, as a professional courtesy.
While I waited for the next update from the doctor the staff and I talked about kitty and what a wonderful cat he is and what a fighter he is. I shared the story of how he came to be our kitty. At about 9:15 or so, there appeared a man, waving at me to open the door. I told the staff and they opened the door. He walked through the door looked right at me and said, "Are you the mother?"
I was confused and scanned his face for any sign of recognition. Maybe he was here when I brought kitty in. Not seeing anything familiar I looked around at the staff. One of the technicians, Laren, stepped forward and said, "We called one of our coworkers, who lives close by, and asked if she could bring her cat down to donate blood to Pumpkin." The tears began to flow and a hardy embrace was shared. I later learned that the receptionist who was there with me had called her dad and asked him to bring in her Nash. Nash was the donor as he was the first to arrive. In the end the grand gesture did not save him, but the intent is a true testament to the innate goodness in people.
If you can believe that there is more goodness from this tragedy, then tune in tomorrow...
p.s. Oldest asked me what color eyeshadow I was wearing yesterday. I spent most of yesterday bawling my eyes out. Puffy and red don't accurately describe the slits, formerly known as my eyes.