You guys are amazing. Fro went back to the vet tonight, who said that his wound is actually starting to look better. The respiratory infection will pass, and as long as we can keep him eating and drinking, we can fight this. Right now, my husband has folded out the futon in front of the fireplace and started a fire. Frodo is curled up on the futon right by the fireplace, on his own special blankets, and is so happy. It's unnerving, because he has this hole the size of a half-dollar on his side, but he's calm and sweet (except when I irrigate the wound or give him medicine) and just his own perfect self. When we went to the vet on Tuesday, I heard one of the vet techs outside our room asking the vet "Will Frodo be all right?". It's so nice to know that other people care. And I have faith. I believe God created us in His image, which means that if we love animals, He must too. And since He's so much better at loving than we are, He must love Frodo even more than I do (which I can hardly imagine). I pray every time that I'm changing Frodo's gauze or giving him medicine. I will do anything to make him happy and comfortable and well.