Animal Rescue

PART ONE
Yesterday evening we went to a gala dinner for an animal charity (AUDA) at a local restaurant and bar (La Fassina). Sadly we didn't get in. 

On arrival we were 'greeted' by a security guard (bouncer) who simply told us 'You can't go in there'. Perfect sales pitch, No? We told him we wanted tickets for the dinner. He told us to wait and called over a young woman who said she'd need to speak to another woman but thought that the event was already sold out. 
We sat and patiently waited (well we are English) for nearly half an hour. No one else approached us, despite there being many AUDA officials wandering around- they all had important name badges on. 

Finally we decided that as they didn't seem interested in our money we would go to the bar for a drink. Whilst ordering our drinks another security guard came over and said they could squeeze us in. No apology, no explanation, so we politely declined.

At no time did anyone check on us, or try to engage with us. It appeared they were all too busy having their photo-shoot pictures taken for something. Needless to say they didn't get out money, which is a shame for the animals they purport to want to help.
We did enjoy the evening at La Fassina, however, as Roger was playing again, and we settled down wit ha bottle of vermouth for the evening.

PART TWO

After having got to bed at around 1.30am I was aware at about 3.30 that R2 was crying intermittently. When I got up and checked on him I could tell his recurring urinary tract problem was back.

After another 20 minutes or so it was clear he was quite distressed (as was I!). I called the vet, bundled him into a carrier and set off to the clinic. 

After a couple of injections for the inflammation an antibiotics we were back home.

Another couple of hours later I heard him crying again an got up to check on him. His condition appeared to have worsened and not improved as it normally has after the injections. 

I called the vet again, a lovely girl called Lydia who was on-call this weekend, and she told me to bring him back. Whilst I waited she gave him a sedative and then said I should go for a walk or something while she investigated.

Half an hour later she called me to say he had a stone stuck in his urethra, and that it would take another half an hour or so before she would sort it.

Almost an hour later she called and I went back to pick him up. He was (and still is) quite drowsy, has a shaved bum an a catheter up one end and a collar on the other. He's obviously mush more comfortable and has eaten and drunk a little. Hopefully by tomorrow he'll be back on top form... in the meantime I shall continue to worry. I just hope we both get a good night's sleep tonight.