I called the vet this morning to get him seen and we were able to take him in right away. Alicia went with me. It turns out his kidneys are failing, and his body isn't processing his waste correctly. He wasn't eating because he feels like crap. They offered to try and rehydrate him, and if that took, we could do a regimen of hydrating him regularly to give him more time. He could have happy months yet. The vet gave us a 50/50 chance it was going to work. We took it. He's almost 17, so he's lived a long life, but it still hit us hard, even though we were trying to brace for the worst. Alicia and I cried most of the way home, as well as off and on all day.
We got a check-up this afternoon. His temperature had dropped a bit, but he was acting perkier. It's too soon to tell about his numbers. They're going to call us back in the morning with another update.
On the plus side, we found out if this doesn't work, we can all be there when they put him to sleep. They set something up outside for families to be there together. The last thing Alicia and I want is for Bruiser to think we abandoned him. Even now, I still feel a little guilty about him being left at the vet's. I just want him to be happy.
I'm not in the mood to catch up on the meme tonight. Just please, think good thoughts for Bruiser. All he ever wanted was to be loved and cuddled. Seriously. I've never owned or known such a social cat in my entire life. He goes up to strangers for loving without batting an eyelash.