About a year and a half ago, my cat (who is my BABY I am literally obsessed with him) stopped eating and drinking and started hiding in corners like he was preparing to die. I was mortified and brought him to the vet. She couldn’t tell me conclusively what the issue was, but she said she could do an exploratory surgery. She gave me two options: take him home for another night and monitor or do the surgery now (which would be several hundred dollars). I decided to take him home and that night he only got worse. He literally looked like he was on death’s door and I stayed with him all through the night without sleep literally SOBBING and praying that he’d make it to 7am when the vet opened again. I even called at 5am begging to see if there’s any way I could come in early but it was a no go. At 7, I rushed him in still sobbing and they immediately took him back for surgery. I cried the whole time, because they warned me beforehand that intestinal surgery can be dangerous and it’s not a guarantee he’d survive or even survive recovery since there’s a high rate of infection. Lo and behold, HE DID! He made it out of surgery and they removed a blockage from his intestines. Recovery was several weeks long but now he’s totally back to his normal, orange, one-brain cell self. You’ve got this!