Update: Surgeries and more fretting

I want to thank each of you for your concern and comments about our little Sammy.

I wish I was writing with good news, but I fear I have none. What started as what we thought were only a few crystals in his urinary tract has grown to much, much more. He was lethargic all night, we feared he hadn't urinated or even eaten, so, we took him back to the vet this morning. When they asked to keep him, our collective heart sank; and Cynical got a call a few hours later that he would be taken into surgery to rectify a bowel obstruction, catheterize him and perhaps get to the root of his problem. This was the first we had heard of a bowel obstruction. All new to us and apparently unrelated to the urinary tract health of little Sammy. Both problems just happened to have surfaced at the same time. Poor Sammy.

In addition, testing revealed elevated levels of this, that or the other that leaves the experts to believe he may, just may, have a kidney issue. This only left us further confused and scared, as yesterday it all pointed to a liver ailment.

Further testing, she assured us, would reveal the truth behind it all. Monday we can visit him and perhaps then said tests will have shed some light. Also, there was something about a possible bladder surgery.

I know we sound completely confused and uninformed, but in all honesty, we are. It's a lot of speculation and a lot of conjecture.

Apparently the bowel was obstructed by a huge ball of pony tail holders. When I heard this, my heart sank. We have, since we first got a cat, taught them to fetch and play with these. They were toys, something we thought safe and fun. I can't think of a household that doesn't have some sort of similar toy. Needless to say, we have rounded up every single one and tossed them, leaving me feeling guilt-ridden and completely responsible.

Cynical is heartbroken, fearing the worst. I am hoping to reserve judgment until we learn more. I was keeping my chin up until a friend called to check in on Sammy. Our Sammy is sick, so very sick. He's at the vet all alone with lots of tubes in him, far away from his family that loves and misses him.

What is it about the friendly voice of someone you trust that will puncture your tough exterior, making you a blubbering mess as you spill your guts and near dehydration from the continual waterfall of tears. Maybe it's just the reason you need to let it all out. I think I am grateful for that, letting it all out and having a safe place to do so.