Update

Well, a lot has happened since my emergency vet visit.  I got home late Tuesday night with a prescription for insulin and bethanechol.  The insulin is to control my diabetes, of course, and the bethanechol is to help me pee.   The doctors are very concerned with my full bladder and have had to manually drain my bladder with their hands (not a pleasant experience for either party).  I started my pee meds on Thursday...but let me first backtrack to Wednesday...

Wednesday.  What a day.  Mom had a busy day at work so she regretfully had to leave me unattended.  When she got home she discovered the many places I peed and pooped...none of them being in my litter box.  Had she been home a few minutes earlier, she would've caught me in the act of laying a nice steaming pile in the middle of the living room floor.  (She could tell it was recent because it was still warm).  Anyway, I cuddled on her lap for awhile and then had the sudden urge to pee.  I got up and walked to my typical spot on the couch and sat down.  Mom thought I was ONLY sitting until she heard the sound of a leaky faucet...which was of course my pee dripping down the leather couch and onto the wood floor.  She got up to clean up my mess...when she returned she found me hiding in the corner.  She figured I was pooping, but when I got up she noticed I basically peed blood.  Two minutes later I puked up my dinner.  Three minutes later I picked out another spot to bleed out, and then another a few minutes later.  Mom was immediately on the phone with the emergency vet.  The vet said "That's not normal".  No duh. She was told to check my blood sugar and monitor me closely, and to bring me in if it continues.  My blood sugar was 370 (pretty average for me lately), so mom decided to just keep me home and watch me closely.  She knows how much I hate the car. So the house is now decorated with old towels and the laundry is a continuous cycle of washing the "used" ones.

This picture shows exhibits how lethargic I was on Wed...and how Mom kept me surrounded by towels...

Let's fast forward to Thursday.  Mom had to leave me again for work but came back around 6pm.  She started me on my pee medication and continued with the insulin shots (which, by the way, I take like a champ!).  She also knew my favorite spots to pee, so she played "interception" with me all night.  This is how the game goes: I lay on the floor for awhile, get up and look at the couch that I'm about the jump up on and pee on.  Mom notices this behavior and before I jump, she scoops me up and runs me to the litter box.  I do my business and she rewards me with treats.  This happened about 18 times last night.  Only one time she missed me, and that's because my neighbor Tony came over to drop off some "get well soon" cookies (which mom greedily ate before I could get my paws on them).  I'm pretty sure that odor remover stuff doesn't work...mom washes down the couch with it every time I pee, but she's not fooling anyone!

I was really well behaved last night...I snuggled with mom in bed for a long time with no accidents (I think she really appreciated that), and only peed once on one of the towels...the other two times were in my litter box.  I may have slipped out one tiny turd onto the living room floor, but mom didn't get too upset about it so I'm not going to worry about it too much.  I'm feeling much better today...there is less and less blood in my urine (if any), my energy level is up--I'm currently stalking a cat that is wandering around my neighbor's house, and I just peed in the litter box.  Mom is working from home today and all of next week so she can keep an eye on me.  She's getting a little worried because she has two work trips back to back starting the 16th.  She needs to find someone willing to give me insulin shots and give me my meds every day.  Any volunteers?  Worse case scenario she can have me boarded, but that can be expensive AND I hate being crated.  So, she's looking for a kind soul who will take care of me...you can even stay with me at my house! And she'll pay you of course. :)

Well, I should get going and take a nap.  It took forever to type this without any thumbs and I'm exhausted.

Thanks to everyone for keeping me in your thoughts...I really hope I'm on the road to recovery!

Love,

Chuck