It's been a rough week.
I had to drive the fluffy feline to the animal hospital Friday night. He was blocked up from crystals in his bladder, and was in critical condition. The hospital had to keep him for awhile to flush him out, so we didn't get him back home with us until Sunday morning.
Matt and I were sad as sad can be. I couldn't stop beating myself up for not taking all of the warning signs more seriously. If I had, the situation would have never gone this far. Our vet said that it wasn't our fault, but I know I could have intervened sooner.
We're so happy to have him back, and he seems just as excited. His absence was beyond felt. He now spends most of his time in our laps, snoozing away and enjoying his pain medication.
And while I'm on the subject, Matt found the perfect location for the fluffy feline's granny square blanket.
The scratching post!