Was up most of the night with Brams, glad I didn't post while I was in full fret mode but he started pissing blood/clots at about 8pm. The earliest the emergency vet could see us was 1am, so I waited until this morning to get him seen at his usual place.
We're back, they're hoping it's a bad urine infection rather than anything nastier but he's booked in for an X-Ray Friday morning for if the blood doesn't stop. 'Very poorly chap', said Dr. Lockerby (Bramble's favourite man in the world; if I had to guess I'm third). Double dose antibiotics, some sort of anti inflammatory injection to bring his temperature down and bladder pills. Plus ear drops because they've been playing him up again too. I've got to make him drink constantly, which might not be as tricky as it sounds (even three tasty morsels in his bowl covered in water can't be resisted, he'll just lap away until he can get hold of them). He'll also be pissing every hour or so, which is a bit of a nightmare as he can't do the stairs these days and my lower back has been fucked since last week anyway. And the school has rung to say Tilly's complaining about her belly. And I might have to forgo my week off in November to cover this week off as my wife can't do it. Even though she hasn't missed more than a week in ten years her cunt boss kicked off about her giving me a lift to the vets his morning. Even though she'll make the time up today.
The main thing is Brambo got to see LOCKERBY, so he's happy.
He's settled at the moment, which is a relief. Nothing was comfortable for him last night, he was constantly hailing me with his low-effort 'I need a belly rub' front leg flick.
He shat blood for a week when he was three, he's got this.
He's had some scares over the years hasn't he? I expect I've sounded the DON'T PANIC!! alarm many times. Thanks to all the finger crossers, big huggers and spiritual energy extenders ITT on here and at the old places.