We're back at the vet's. Hobkin is in his oxygen box, and we're waiting to consult with the doctor.
The lil guy stayed stable throughout the night so we didn't need to rush him to the emergency vet. Much relief there. He's still breathing too hard, but his appetite was quite good. We fed him anytime he exhibited any interest in eating. Since he doesn't drink water, he gets all of his liquids through his food, and we need to make sure he stays hydrated--Lasix being a diuretic especially. Want to avoid having to administer subcutaneous fluids, if possible. But it meant small meals every hour and a half or so. fosteronfilm and I are utterly wiped.
End of a long night; beginning of a long day.