I have had just about the worst week. My beautiful boy, Clyde, who has just turned 15 (those of you who have read the "love of your life" thread will know he is the feline love of my life) almost died. Anyway, last Sunday he kept trying to use his kitty tray, but nothing was happening when he got there. He kept this up for a couple of hours, with me getting more and more frantic, and then went into dazed state (him , not me...although I was close behind). I've just broken up with stupid boyfriend, all alone and absolutely terrified, I managed to convince the local cab firm to take us to the emergency vet where Clyde had to undergo emergency treatment for a blocked bladder. The few hours I left him were dreadful, I've never cried so much. Thank God, he pulled through. Since then, we've been back twice to his usual vet, who told me I'd saved my boy's life (am crying as I write this), and that Clyde will need a bladder scan early next year and he'll on prescription food and mediciation for the rest of his life. His illness has knocked me sideways, I can't think of anything but how he almost died....and how scared I am that one day he'll be gone. Is this normal? Nobody else seems to understand.... Anyway, just to say please send good thoughts to us for his continuing recovery, I can't tell you how grateful I am that he is still with me. Thanks, everyone.