a quick post about monkey

My Monkey boy isn't doing so well. I happened to be downstairs by one of the litter boxes yesterday evening and I noticed Monkey was squatting in the box for a long time, but it didn't sound like anything was coming out. He had a glazed look on his face. I immediately knew something was wrong.

 I called the vet and they were closing in half an hour, but they said to bring him in immediately. I know that male cats can be prone to urinary blockages, as their urethra is narrower than in female cats. This happened to my oldest cat, Zippo when he was younger, too. If not taken care of immediately, this blockage is fatal.

The vet examined Monkey and said he could feel a little bit of urine in his bladder, which was good. He used a cold laser to stimulate his bladder and ease the inflammation. He also received a shot of vitamin B12 and was sent home with oral Valium (!!).

 I hardly slept at all last night due to a severe headache and getting up to check on Monkey. This morning, I noticed Monkey was worse. He was lethargic and his tail was dragging on the floor. I gave him Valium (which was a huge struggle) and he threw it up five minutes later. I called the vet in a panic, and they once again told me to bring him in immediately. They did another laser treatment, plus were able to catheterize him. The vet said when he did so, urine and grit sprayed everywhere! Gross. But good. They are keeping him there all day for observation and another laser treatment. We're to pick him up in a couple of hours. And then I have to bring him back to the vet for another laser treatment tomorrow, and then possibly another one-two times later in the week.

Of course, all of this treatment is expensive, but we can't put a price on our fur baby's health, can we? We are here to be these beautiful creatures' caretakers. Though sometimes, I think the opposite is true.