If you remember, I've had this problem before.
The next day I was the same.
And the next.
Mum started to panic. But because I wasn't running a fever and eating and drinking as normal she didn't take me to the vet until Friday morning.
That was a scary and undignified experience, to say the least. I hate going to the vet. The worst thing was when she stuck something in my behind to take my temperature. I couldn't believe this was happening to me again and why Mum had let her do it to me.
Highly-sensitive Mum was trying to keep herself together, but she can't hide anything from me - and a stressy Mum just makes me feel a whole lot worse. When she kissed my forehead, I was soothed a bit and I felt the love but I still couldn't forgive her for taking me there.
It seemed we took ages at the vet, but then Mum tried to get me back into the carrier and I refused. Then she said that we were going home and I jumped in and couldn't wait to get out of there.
The vet prescribed me some tablets called Cystease and a medicine for my pain called Metacam. She told Mum that if I was no better in a week I would need to do a urine sample for some tests.
Mum is worried, but I think I'm feeling better now. I did a big pee as normal this morning. This made Mum happier.
Hope you are all having a lovely, easy Sunday :)