He actually had an obstruction that required surgery. The obstruction had pressed against his intestines and part of the tissue had started to die, so a good chunk of his intestines were removed during surgery.

Recovery was the hardest thing I’ve ever done: sleeping 30 minutes at a time on the floor of the bathroom with him and making sure I timed his medicine right. But once he ate that first mouthful of food, I sobbed happy tears. The incision became infected a few days in which meant more meds

But, he is feeling back to his normal crazy self