That healthy-looking little fucker below (therein, about 14 pounds or so) now weighs barely 8 pounds, is severely dehydrated, anemic, infected and is in the throes of kidney failure. According to the very nice vetereinarians, his kidneys are 'lumpy and bumpy.' None of this is good in an approximately fifteen-year old cat.
I am, in turns, rational and weepy. I was never what you'd call an 'animal person.' So I'm kind of confused, and weirded out right now. I did raise him. I totally loved him. I gave him up to the ex mostly out of guilt, but I knew he loved him a lot and would be lonely.
Just when you think things suck, they suck worse. Sorry for those who read this cause it's usually mildly amusing.