Prepoceros

Last week I noticed that Sam’s pee, instead of issuing forth in a glorious stream, dribbled slowly onto the ground, so that it took him two or three times as long as usual to do his business. He didn’t appear to be in pain and acted normally otherwise, but I took him to the vet anyway.

She took a urine sample and some x-rays and found a mild bladder infection and two bladder stones, one of which was lodged in his urethra. That one was so large that at first she thought it might not actually be a bladder stone, since he shouldn’t have been able to pee past it. But it was; Sam’s just a trooper. I really hope he hasn’t been in terrible pain for the last few days.

They flushed that one back up into his bladder, and then early yesterday morning he went in for surgery to have the stones removed. When I picked him up this morning he was SO EXCITED to see me. I can only imagine how much it sucked for him to spend more than a day alone in a strange place where people kept sticking things into him.

He has a little shaved spot on his arm where they stuck the IV in and a big ol’ incision in his belly:

They put one of those plastic cones on his head to kept him from chewing on the stitches. I guess he’d had it on all night, because when I picked him up his face was all slobbery from having drooled on the cone and mushed it around. I took the cone off when we got home so he could drink, and, apart from a couple of quickly-restrained attempts, he hasn’t tried to nibble at his nether regions, so I’ve left it off for now. I don’t want to stick it back on him just for a picture, so maybe I’ll snap one the next time I leave the house.

Poor baby.

Tags: Sam, surgery

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