My worst fear was that I'd bring Fuzzy home and have to take him right back again, like happened earlier in the week.
The doctor called today to say come get him. She said he was totally clear. There were some things I'd have to do for him, but he'd be all right. I had hoped they would keep him one more day to
really be sure, but that wasn't to be.
When my mother and I walked into the office to pick him up, the office manager (were those tears in her eyes?) said we needed to go into an examination room and talk to the doctor.
That's never a good sign, is it?
Fuzzy had blocked up again before I could get there. They think his bladder has a lot of grit and build up that comes out after they've unclogged and flushed him. For now, they've reinserted his catheter, but he needs an operation in
Las Vegas called
"Perineal Urethrostomy" that costs $2,000-3,000.
Apparently this is standard procedure in these cases -- three blockages and you're off to the surgeon, young kitty. I wish I'd known that to begin with. Since I figured he'd get blocked at least one more time, had I known that would instantly lead to surgery, I'd have had a jump start on the fundraising.
As it is, I have a whole lot of money to raise, and very little time.