I went to bed last night and Wrigley was standing in his litter box. I woke up this morning and he was still there, leaning against the wall of the box, looking pained, so we went to the vet.

He has a urinary tract disease apparently, and as such he will need an extensive procedure to sort out his health. We have tried a cheaper, easier flushing procedure for the interim, but it’s likely that the flush will be a short term fix and we will end up back at the vet’s again tonight, and if that happens I won’t be given any options other than saying goodbye to my sweet baby boy, who I only just adopted in May.

I’m starting school on Tuesday, and having just paid tuition there, the extra money is hard to find. I can’t begin to express how grateful Wrigley and I are for any help, no matter the amount.