Duchess is in

I have no idea why my vet said to confine her to a room without a litterbox. She is way past the stage of caring whether there's a litterbox around. I found her sitting in her own puddle. My poor girl. She is usually so clean and tidy. She's not even trying now.

But she's in at the vet's as of eight this morning, where they'll watch her for a sample. Fingers crossed.

Duchess is home

They didn't get a urine sample. Her bladder simply does not fill. But she's straining a lot, and she did pass

several chunks of pinkish-white tissue

at the vet's this afternoon. He started her on antibiotics, gave her an anti-inflammatory to calm down the whole likely-infected area, and is sending the tissue to the path lab. I've got ten days' worth of antibiotics to continue. We'll figure out what ELSE needs to be done when the lab report comes back. I wish they'd started on the antibiotics yesterday, but I do admit they wouldn't have the tissue sample now if they had sent me home with pills yesterday.

Duchess is now in the bathroom, where I have taken up all the rugs, and she is, in vet parlance, "soiled". She's also obviously uncomfortable. I can't decide whether I want to bathe her because she'll be happier clean, or let her be because a bath is the last thing she wants to deal with right now.

I hope this is just a bad infection. A bad enough case could cause her to shed damaged bladder lining or urethra lining. The most obvious other possibility, sadly, is "a tumor" (I think my vet didn't want to say the C word).