Folks- it's a sad day up in our house. Basically- if you are on Facebook with me- you would have seen my status update about Lenny this morning. Since yesterday he's been acting strange and yesterday we attributed it to him missing Stumpy and Batman while they got their balls cut off. Well this morning he was meowing really loudly and hiding under tables. He wouldn't let the kids near him (unusual) and when I tried to pet him, he kind of whimpered and whined. And licked his butt a lot. So I figured maybe he's stressed out. He tends to get anxiety over dumb things so I figured I'd leave him be.
I went to work and when I cam home I noticed he hadn't had any food or water. This is really strange because he likes to eat but more importantly, I have to fill the water dish a LOT during the day. And he was hiding in a corner. When Matt came home I told him to check Lenny out. Lenny hissed at Matt (really unusual) but he moved a little bit. When he moved... Matt saw it. A few drops of blood where he was. Obviously- that's not good so we called the vet (20 minutes before closing) and they told us to bring him right away.
So Matt took him and basically- his bladder is full but he can't pee. It could be a fluke, it could be something worse, they won't know until they get a catheter in him and get some urine out. Once they do that they have to test it or something to see what caused the blockage.
But I am sad. Lenny is my buddy. He's our first baby and we may have killed him unknowingly. :( See?? Lenny and I sleep together. (BTW- this is me 5 months pregnant with Olivia)
But just thinking about maybe putting him down brings me to tears. Like, I'm crying as I type this post. He is the first pet I've ever had as grown up, where I'm fully responsible for it. I just want Lenny to get better. He's only five years old- we got him right before Olivia was born. As soon as I saw him with his extra claws on his front paws I had to get him. And he's Matt's favorite cat that we have. So yeah- Matt and I are heartbroken and stressed out.