In one of the most boneheaded moments of my life, I cut Stuffed's side a few weeks ago while trimming off a matted piece of fur. The wound seemed to be healing well but developed an abscess two nights ago, and it burst today. I have been cleaning and bathing the wound all along and hadn't been as worried as I am now until reading things about abscesses/infections turning septic and leading to death. Until today, Mike and I hadn't even realized it was an abscess--We'd been assuming it was just a blood blister forming near the original cut. It has been a tear-filled day for me here after a few weeks of tears over this. Throughout all of this, Stuffed has been eating, drinking, sleeping, and using the litter box normally--he never even seemed to realize that the cut had happened--but he has been keeping to himself on his window perch at night instead of joining us in bed, and he hasn't been playing with Mike the way he usually does. A vet is visiting us tomorrow afternoon, and I'm praying she says that he's healing as well as we think he has been and that he just needs antibiotics now, post-abscess, to help him get back to normal. This dear, sweet cat had never been sick or injured at all before I did this to him, and knowing that he's going through all of this now--when he's likely about sixteen years old--and because of me is a guilt and heartache I don't see myself getting over at any point. If you're the praying kind, please pray for this gentle little soul. I'm so incredibly sorry, and I just want him to be back to his normal self. It has only been three months since Mike's dad died, and even though we keep trying to reassure each other that Stuffed really does seem fine and that cats get injuries and even abscesses and live to tell the tale, it's just too much stress right now. I can't believe I caused all this, for any of us.