Visiting P at hospital

This afternoon at Union Square 14th St. I was stopped by a young woman, in her 20s, who asked if I was Jewish, said yes, she pressed in my hands a Baggie with 2 tea candles, 2 honey candies and a licht bentching calendar, then said, Long live Rebbe King Moshiach.
Chabad has moved from the Rebbe z'tl could be moshiach, to he is moshiach and now have announced in the Rebbe's name, using the present tense, that the Redemption is NOW, do mitzvahs, chesed and you will recognize it more and more.
The girl was Israeli, alone, cold and repeated her 'tape' of Long Live Rebbe etc. no matter what question I asked...it was both scary and sad.

When I finished in the hospital, I bought P her food and went direct to vet's office.
I didnt plan on seeing her and actually thought it would be better for her if I didnt see her, she might think she was going home. Vet insisted I wait and go visit...so I wait and go visit and find my cat with sstill wet feces on her back feet, kitty grit stuck to her feet and her cowering in the corner, the tiny litter try next to her face. When she heard my voice, she started making a sound, like rasping from her throat. She was so dried out from one of the meds, she couldnt maiow. I offered her water, her nose was crusted, she couldnt breathe enough to drink. I removed the crusts offered her water, but the smell of her own waste had her so upset she wouldnt eat or drink. I had picked her up and tried wiping her feet clean, it was obvious an aid had already wiped them because the filth was matted into her fur, not cleaned off.
My first instinct was to tear apart the entire room and destroy everything, take all the cats out, but I kissesd her, gently palced her back inside and went out. Dumb ass young boy supposed to be taking care of the few cats in hospital area says "leaving already?"

I asked him if anyone ever explained to him that cats dont eat where they shit...
'huh' was all he said as I walked out.
I left the vets office, and outside realized I should go back and take her home.

Back inside I asked if there were any further tests scheduled, if not, I wanted to take her home. Vet took me into an empty room and said the aid had said I claimed there was shit all over the cage. I told vet, I never said that I did say that cat's paws were wet with her feces with grit stuck to her. As I had held her, I stunk as well and offered my sleeve so he could verify what I said. He said, no thanks...I told him, it isnt me, I didnt come in this way...I know this is a hospital, not a spa, but I know my cat, she will not eat or drink when sitting and stinking of her own feces.

I told him she's rasping, she 's so dried out, she can't drink or eat, and she wanted to, she came to me for the water, but couldnt even drink.
He said please leave her for blood work one more night...against all instinct, every bone in me, I agreed to leave her but may the Abishter protect her or take her in a peaceful way if I dont get her home in time.