It’s been a rough weekend for me. This weekend I was at a funeral for a family member and I received a concerning text message from K telling me that Beau hadn’t been peeing all day. He said he was straining and that he was going to take him to the vet.
As soon as I saw the text we set off to get home to see what was happening. Beau has a history of getting UTIs and quite frankly… we thought we had gotten rid of all of the urinary problems… but we were wrong.
When I got home I found K cleaning Beau’s carrier. Apparently, as soon as K took him underground, Beau shat himself and K immediately took him home. That’s my little guy for you…
I’m actually really glad it happened because at that moment Beau had been the worst I have ever seen him. He had been straining so hard while lying on his side and hissing. He’d then try to get close to me to cuddle, but as soon as he had to push he’d hiss in pain. He looked so tired and I immediately called the emergency to see if they could have another intake.
The first emergency (about 30-minutes on Public Transit and about 10-minutes driving) said that they were completely booked. They referred us to a place downtown (which is quite a bit further), but we were happy to find any place that could immediately help him.
Upon calling the downtown vet they said they would prepare everything they need to help us out. We called a cab and were there as soon as possible. The team was awesome, getting Beau straight into the operation room for the exam.
Typical vet practice then went down, letting us know what the first diagnosis is, what they could do and about how much everything would cost. We got Beau to do the simplest procedure as it was to have a high success rate. We felt confident and waiting for Beau to be operated on. The whole process took around 8-hours. So by the time we started leaving for home it was 5AM.
When we got home (with Beau) I began preparing some of my work for teaching and answered all the company e-mails that I could. Although looking back, that’s a really odd thing to do when you have just spent almost 24-hours awake and were so emotionally & physically drained. Again, I’m glad I stayed up. Beau started straining again. Leaving dribbles of pee all over the house. Not good. I woke up K (who is a champ at sleeping, let me tell you!) and told him we had to head back down to the emerg. We went straight back downtown and got him retested. Blocked again. The vet recommended they do a 36-hour process on him to flush out all of the crystals. Not fun. They assured us everything would be okay, and asked if it was a financially feasible option for us. For something you love so much, it is.
Honestly, I can’t stop thinking about Beau and miss him dearly. And that’s so weird for me to realize because I never grew up having pets, but those suckers win your hearts. I’m also so grateful for K being proactive, getting Beau all set up to help him. It’s always scary when you adopt a little one and introduce them to your partner. Are they going to get along? Is it going to be a one-way care? But K has been so amazing with Beau and it’s great. I know, gushy and super “teenage-crushy.”
We got an update on Beau saying that he’s doing well. The vets are pretty much “if you don’t get a phone call, it’s usually good news. If we call something is wrong.” Which is such a double edged sword. So, I gave them a call this afternoon to check up on him and see if the first part of the surgery went well. Yup. He’s doing well. Looks like what they are doing is working, and he’s not showing any signs of pains or discomfort. That’s my little guy! I get to see him tomorrow and hopefully he’ll be a lot better by then. If he is, they will let me have him. If not, we’re going to have to discuss what the next steps are.
<3 Missing you Beau.