Zeesa (that's my kitty girl, not me) is going back to AMC this morning. IT's not going as well as I thought it would after getting her home last Friday. She hides from me, feedings through the e-tube are very labor intensive, which I wouldn't mind if she should could keep the food down. She has thrown up once a day since bringing her home. She keeps some food down, but one of three feeding comes up. I've been on the phone with doctors and they want to see her again just to make sure the tube is in the right place, repeat blood work and ultrasounds, etc. I miss my Zeesa so much. I wish she could just remember how to eat. I'm trying to stay positive, but finding myself thinking the worst... Thank God that my boyfriend is the strong one because right now, I'm just a puddle.