My furball

My companion, friend and partner in crime of ten years has fallen very ill during the past few days. My orange, fluffy cat, Uuter, became very lethargic a few days after Christmas. She was taken to the vet on Saturday and currently I'm awaiting results on blood, urine and thyroid tests. The wait is excruciating - I have to keep myself from dialing the vet every 15 minutes to see if the results are back. I've made a huge pot of chicken soup to keep myself busy even though I can't even eat myself, I'm so upset by this. I was planning on leaving work early today, but I felt that I couldn't leave her alone in her condition so I took the day off. I hope my employer understands...
She's always been there for me, standing or running to greet me when I come home from work. Wrestling with the new kitten... Protective (to a fault perhaps) and loyal in every way possible... Snuggling on my shoulder when I fall alseep... Accepting Billy into her inner circle of trust...
Uuter is such a strong little thing, I hope she pulls through this. She's made impressions on everyone she's met, they may not be all good, but at least she's a spirited little furball. This strong will and bitchiness is what I'm counting on to help her push through this illness, whatever it may be.
I'm lost right now... I just need the vet to call so we know what we're facing.

Like now, would be nice...