My Darling....

My dearest is in intensive care at the vet.....



I was there for 2 1/2 hours this afternoon...
And it was determined that his liver was shutting down and he had to be admitted immediately if his life was to be saved.
Tonight they will be installing a feeding tube into his neck.
I am awaiting a call from the vet to let me know he made it through that surgery...
He will be in intensive care for 3-6 days - being fed through that tube.
And when he comes home I will have to continue to feed him through that tube for some time until he decides to eat on his own.
I am very lucky in that my job will allow me to work from home and that I have some vacation days I can take when he comes home as he will require feedings 4 times per day through that tube.
I was a mess at the vet - crying at the very thought that this is somehow my fault.
I talked to the vet and they said it could've been his change in location that triggered him to stop eating...which, in turn, is what's shutting down his liver.
I am now drinking.
It's the only thing I can think to do otherwise I may end up crying nonstop all night.
My boy.
The staff is getting to know me and have promised to visit him often throughout the day because I explained that I would be visiting him at nights as I work 1 hour away and have to be in the office building up to what will have to be an adjusted schedule.
Please, everyone who reads this, send good thoughts Gollum's way.
He needs all of the good energy he can get right now.
The next few days are critical to his survival.