Surgery

Yup, that's right. Surgery. Fuzzy boy Felix will be going under the knife this afternoon. I'm so worried.

Last night after leaving Felix at the vet, the put him under anesthesia, emptied his bladder, put in a catheter, and put him on IV fluids. He woke up from anesthesia and peed twice after 6pm last night and we left him about 5:30pm last night. Way to go my little pants boy! He's feeling okay, snuggling up to the hot water bottles in his compartment, and he's getting food today. I hope he eats it, if not, I'm sneaking him some chicken or tuna. He's a sucker for both. He's such a sucker, that yesterday when he was feeling so crappy, I still got him to eat some tuna! He's my little garbage pale!

Last night when they emptied his bladder, there were no signs of urine crystals. Bad news for us, worse news for Felix. We don't know yet what kind of crystals he has. So we have no way to determine the course of treatment. One treatment could make him worse, the other could help. We have no way of knowing. So this morning the vet took x-rays and there's one large crystal stuck in his urinary tract, and one in his kidney. Safest strategy, is to have the vet remove the crystal in his tract through surgery, the one in his kidney will remain. So my little spitty kitten will have surgery =( He's going to get the shaved tummy. We're going to go visit him today, provided the evening shift will let us in. Grandma Carol, is going to go visit her grand-kitty Felix during the morning shift. He'll need comfort from someone he recognizes! If the vet will let me, I'm bringing him a blankie from home so he has something that smells like us and his brother.

My Unique Children

Some people have biological children, some adopt, we have fluffy feline children. I dote on them like any other parent. Our boys are our life.

Today is a bad day. Felix, our youngest, is sick. Sick like I could never have imagined my child could be. Sure, he has hairballs, and a few that passed the less direct rout that was cause for some real concern, but never has he been this kind of sick. Just taking one look at his face this morning, you knew something was absolutely terribly wrong.

We took Felix to the kitty doctor tonight, after the episodes of frequent visits to the potty with no success, some vomiting, and being more antisocial than usual, and frequent bouts of cries. Felix is a talker, but he's not a crier. When we'd pick him up, he'd cry. It broke my heart to hear him.

I came home from work early today because Corey and I were so worried about him. He wasn't eating or drinking. Spending the day hiding. Felix had only gotten worse as the day progressed. So I called the vet and we took him in. Poor little man. Any sort of change traumatizes him (I'm surprised the vacuum doesn't give him a coronary). So he cried his on my way to the vet cry, tried to bury himself in the towels in the carrier, and all around felt miserable.

Our little guy has urine crystals. He couldn't pee, not even a drop. So after a trembling chin, we left him at the vet, one of the most heart breaking things I've ever had to do. They put Felix to sleep, emptied his bladder, catheterized him, put him one fluids, and now my poor sweet thing has to wear a cone. The little boy who can't stand to wear a collar, what is he going to do with a cone? So he's feeling better, but isn't better, yet.

His urine was free of crystals which means he's still blocked up, which means after the x-ray the vet will take in the next day or 2, he may have to have surgery. Cosmo is already going to make fun of him for having his leg shaved, can you imagine the ridicule he's going to get if his tummy is shaved too?!? ;o)

It's amazing how much you love some one and how bad it hurts when they're sick. How miserable you feel when he's missing. How you can't wait until you get him back. I miss my Felix, my little fuzzy snuggle bug.