When we got home, there was a massive pile of solid kitty puke. Within a minute, we recognized something was wrong with Max. He was staying away from us, he was hunched over like he was trying to poo, and his belly was so rigid.
I found the closest 24 hour vet hospital, called a cab, and took him in, hoping it was just constipation.
It's not. My poor baby boy has an obstruction, and he can't pee. Whatever this is, it wasn't causing a problem even yesterday, as he was eating normally and behaving as normally as he does on a lazy Sunday. We're hoping it's a build-up of crystals in his bladder, but while they are putting in a catheter to drain the bladder, they will do x-rays and urinalysis to see if there's a different, more serious cause.
While meeting with the vet, she was cautious, as she noted that he is 15 and a half years old; older cats are at risk when put under anesthesia, especially if they are not stable. I was in shock and crying a lot, but I couldn't make that call yet. If Max passes away during the procedure, so be it; but to make the call when this might be something like crystals, which can be flushed and removed, and fully recovered from...well I had to wait to see. If it's a tumor (another awful possibility), the decision is made. Max will be put to sleep.
The worst part is leaving the hospital, so uncertain and scared of losing my baby boy. He's a strong, happy little boy.
Max...
...Wish you were here.
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