Lyalya is in critical condition in the hospital. His surgery was yesterday; during it, they learned that the plastic toy cut his liver and kidneys. It's still touch and go. If he can make it through today, however, things will be much more optimistic.
In the meantime, I got home from Edinburgh tonight. Asya met me with desperate joy and meowed loudly for an hour and a half. She hasn't let me out of her sight, and is only now resting peacefully (while purring loudly) because I'm holding her.
I knew she would be upset without her brother since they've never been apart and adore each other--but seeing just how confused and lonely she is is painful.
I pray Lyalya can make it through this. Asya isn't the only one who adores him... We all do... It was so sad tonight to come home and not have him run to meet me.
I'll go see him in the morning when I'm allowed in the clinic.