...and Hobbes won't be coming home until tomorrow.
The bad news: he has an infection.
The good news: They are treating him for it and it won't cause any problems.
The better news: No diabetes. Moreover, some of the odd blood indicators were -- as I really wanted to hope -- a result of his condition when I took him in, and now that he is eating/drinking/cleaned out again a second series of tests produced quite normal results.
Everyone at the veterinary clinic loves him, naturally. He has all the charm for females that I don't.
Oddly, the vet asked me to confirm his age. He estimated (by appearance and, I guess, heart rate and other signs) that Hobbes was 12-15 and wanted to change the chart if I wasn't certain. I take that as a hopeful sign, too.
Tomorrow could be a very nice day. Keep the good wishes for my friend coming, please.
6 hours ago