I can barely concentrate on these words as I keep looking at Yoshi every two minutes. She has barely moved from her spot under the table, but I’m glad she’s sleeping instead of throwing up. Our vet appointment isn’t for two more hours and I’m already out of Google keyword combinations in my attempt to diagnose her myself. The “what ifs” have kept me company all day in between prayers asking God for her healing or at least guidance to treat her. I am worried.