it was snowing tonight when we brought edgar home. little gusts of white around the lights. the first gentle snow i've seen this year. he was so very groggy from almost 5 hours of surgery. a 'marathon', our dear vet, uncle d'arcy, called it. when we arrived home, our friends met us and helped carry him in to his bed by the fire. we are still very much in a crisis, for although an entire speciman jar of pea sized stones were removed from his bladder, the one stone that is lodged in his urethra wouldn't budge. this is definitely a life threatening situation. we are hoping that the inflammation will diminish and this awful little piece of rock can be flushed back into his bladder.
for tonight, he is comfy, under quilts and cats, by the fire, drifting in and out of consciousness. and when he wakes, he whines for water and drinks heartily, which is a wonderful sign.